#int ft. dilan

[jroycethethird]

setting: during the paired activity

featuring: j. royce van doren iii & dilan selvi @moonglowmagic

As he stood there above packages of nails and hardware, wooden slats and legs and pieces that would (hopefully) come together to make an IKEA OLDERDALEN Nightstand, Royce began to ponder whether or not he had ever had to put anything together on his own in before. He supposed the closest he really ever came were the few times he took helm on restoring parts of his cars, or putting up new gallery displays at Art In Motion. But this — this was an entirely different story. And he was ashamed to admit that his gut instinct upon opening the instruction manual was to call a member of his staff. But before he’d even dialed their number, he remembered the whole point of everything. The person he was to rely on to help was not on his payroll — instead it was the pixie assigned to work with him during this paired bonding. Glancing at Dilan, Royce wordlessly offered the manual before picking through the packaged nuts, bolts, wooden dowels, and hardware for the nightstand hinges. At least, he thought that was what they are. “How well versed are you in putting these kinds of contraptions together?” He asked as he rolled up his shirt sleeves, gazing at the pieces with a quizzical brow. Wasn’t furniture supposed to already come put together? What was the point in furniture manufacturers if they didn’t finish the damn job?

[erenozturk]

“Again, that is subjective — people have different ideas of fun. Just because mine doesn’t align with yours doesn’t negate its validity. You really should invest in a dictionary or something, I shouldn’t have to explain basic words and concepts to a person your age,” he shot back, about to return to his crossword when she took it from him. He rolled his eyes and glanced up at her through his lashes. “Didn’t your parents teach you to not touch what doesn’t belong to you? Whatever, keep it. You look like you can use an intellectual hobby.” He shrugged a shoulder, “I don’t have to show you support. I’m not part of the court for you. And that’s ridiculous — living in a small town doesn’t mean I’m required to participate in these town events. You do also understand the concept of free will, right? Or do I have to explain that as well?” He didn’t have all day. “Just because I’m in a public place, doesn’t mean I want to be accosted.” He rose to his full height, shouldering his bag and he sidestepped Dilan and began to walk away, clearly not interested in this attempt at getting him to participate. “Funny thing, I don’t have to do what you want, so you can take that as a ‘no’.” The normal person comment had him letting out one short humorless “ha”. “We’re fae, not ‘normal people’.”

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“Is it really or do you just not know how to have it properly?” She asked with her hands on her hips as she looked at him. “You’re right you don’t have too.” Reaching over though and she snatched his book away from him and held it to her chest. “Although you’ll probably want this back right?” Pointing a finger towards the book. “I did. Because all the other fae are participating in my events, yet here you are. Showing no support.” Taking a seat across from him to let know she wasn’t going anywhere much to his dismay. “You realize that’s like part of the point of a small town correct? Everyone knows everyone and there’s events and cute little shops.” Rambling on for a moment. “Also you’re at the freaking fae ring. How does this scream I want to be alone? When there’s people here constantly. I mean if I’m not here I know Suresh is.” She pointed out. “Cause I want you to pick at least one event and go to it. You know like a normal person.” 

[julianrchandlerx]

Option 2

Julian had stumbled upon this “Most Eligible Calendar” thing on accident, and was grateful he’d only stumbled into the voting. Looking over the pictures of entries, he scrunched his nose and raised a brow. “I don’t know, it’s kinda weird isn’t it?” He said after a moment, “I mean this is a small town so there’s always a chance of running into someone or inviting them over to your place to hang out and then it’s like, bam there you are on my refrigerator and oh wait you mean that was three months ago and I forgot to change it? No, that doesn’t mean anything, it was purely accidental. Not like I was focused on your picture for so long in a weird way. And who even uses a physical calendar anymore when you have one on your phone? It would be absolutely logical to just forget to change the months on the thing you forgot you put on your fridge. Am I right?” Julian let out a breath following the nonsensical ramble, shaking his head. He turned then to the girl with a look of curiosity in his eyes, wanting to steer the question back on her. “Who would you vote for?”

Choose Your Own Adventure Starter

Option 1 

What: Kissing Booth 

Where: The Starlight Bar 

Who: Open to all

“Whoa Poppy no!” Dilan yelled as the blonde witch shoved her in her place to run off with god knows who. Leaving Dilan standing behind the kissing booth while customers waited for what she was going to next, impatiently at that. “Listen this is seventy five dollar lipstick. As great as you all I’m not about to waste it on you all. Just give me a moment.” If it was someone she was interested in sure, but risking ruining her lipstick and getting mono was not on Dilan’s plans for the night. “You!” Pointing to the person nearest here. “You can sub in for Poppy right? I mean you look like someone that people would want to kiss.” She remarked with a shrug, before offering them the spot the supreme had left open. “It’s just fifteen minutes, then we’ll have the second person in. Unless you want to stay and be super charitable. If that’s your thing then hey more power to you and I’ll let you go all night. So what do you say? What to help your favorite pixie out?” 

Option 2 

What: Most Eligible Calendar Voting

Where: Anywhere

Who: Open to all 

“Lots of very attractive people for February.” Dilan remarked as she came up to the person closet to her. “Do you know who you’re voting for? I mean if my photos were in there it would be me of course, but all of these people are good second.” Pushing her hair behind her shoulder with a flick of her wrist. “If you need recommendations I can give some hint of who was different to work with.” Giving a playful wink. “Or you know you can just vote for who you want hanging on your wall the most.” 

Option 3

What: Singing Telegrams

Where: Anywhere

Who: Open to all

“Tony this is the seventh time you’ve came up to me today. There’s no way this many people in town like me.” Dilan sighed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I can promise you at this point they’re trolling me.” She reassured him, putting her hand up before he could start signing again. “Here, sing to them.” Grabbing the nearest person to her and she pushed them in front of Tony. “I’m sure they’d love to hear you sing again, but at this point my ears are begging you to stop.” She half wished it was her or Anna doing telegrams, because at least the vocal range wouldn’t be driving her crazy. “You want a telegram right? I mean they’re good for you. I’ve had many today. Like too many.” She remarked with slight rage slipping out. “It’s your turn for one or I’m taking over singing duties from you Tony.” Warning both of the people with her.

[erenozturk]

“Fun is subjective,” Eren sighed, not looking up from his (unfortunately) holiday themed crossword. 3 across, four letter word, blank and kisses, xoxo. He shuddered as he scrawled in “HUGS” in his slanted script. “Good for them, doesn’t mean I have to,” he quipped flatly, barely glancing at her through his lashes. Why Dilan felt the need to lecture him on this of all things, he couldn’t fathom. Holidays had a track record, and this one was hardly that important. “Nobody made you do that, you chose to track me down for whatever reason.” Setting his pen down momentarily, he didn’t conceal an eye roll before replying, “You know, not everyone wants to participate in ridiculous town happenings every other month. Sometimes people just prefer being alone.” He glanced around, knowing full well the fae ring wasn’t the right place to “be alone” but he couldn’t be blamed for using this space to have some solace from all the stupidity outside. “Why are you here, bothering me?”

Where: The Fae Ring

With: Eren + Dilan (@cantfightmoonlight)

"You know you could be at least a little fun." Dilan told him as she took a seat across from him and continued to type on her iPad. "Everyone else in town has went to at least one event, Eren." She pointed out, barely looking up at him. "Plus the rest of them didn't make me track them down." She added under her breath. "You know there's still plenty of activities for you to go too and you know what none involve having to touch another person if you don't want too."