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So I just remembered we can talk about the side characters here, and I've just read the latest chapter (Just Another Tragic Fact) so:

Carolyn Gruber, the woman you are. I fricking love you /p

Noel turned on his camera, going over to the couch and plopping down by his mom. She gasped and smiled at him, eyes tired but full of affection. “I didn’t realize you were there.” She adjusted her headband to push her hair back more neatly.

“Hey, Maman, someone on our ask blog has something for you,” Noel said. Carolyn looked just past the camera at something, her lips moving as she read it to herself.

“Aw, thank you,” Carolyn said. “I’m not sure exactly what about me you mean, but thank you.” She placed a hand on her chest. “I’m flattered.”

“Yeah, my mom is the best,” Noel said. Carolyn laughed softly as he threw an arm around her in a messy hug.

“Aw. Merci, mon fils.” Carolyn grinned and turned to kiss his cheek. Noel laughed and pulled away.

“Je t'aime, Maman.” Noel then got up, still holding the camera as he left the room and entered a hallway. “Misha, cut that out please.”

In the middle of the screen, a crooked caption popped up.

[ No :) ]

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Hey! A few questions.

How are you all holding up after the trials and all?

What are your favorite distractions/pastimes?

How was New Years for you guys?

Ocean scrambled to sit down after the camera was rolling, dropping between Constance and Penny. “First question, the trials… Uh…”

“Better,” Misha said firstly, leaning over the couch, weight on his left arm. “Doing much better now, not in that basement. I’m free from the Greenes.”

“I think they meant with the fair,” Ocean said, raising an eyebrow. Misha shrugged. She turned back to the camera. “Honestly, we’re all really tired. It took a lot out of us. Gotta say, I did not enjoy having to retell the story.”

Constance hummed unconmfortably. “There was a lot of sitting around and testifying. And, like, having to face lawyers who were desperately trying to save the fair as much blame as possible. It felt like we were being blamed for it sometimes.”

Ocean glanced at her. “That’s not what happened. That’s not how it–”

“It felt like it, though.”

Noel shivered. “It was a mess. Especially since most of us are simultaneously still healing physically. But we really just wanted to get it over with.”

“Besides, seeing us in slings, casts, and braces really helped invoke enmpatghy from the jury,” Penny added. “We really played up the ‘young and innocent’ victims thing.” Ricky picked up a notepad and started writing as she spoke. “It’s hard to defend a fair when two of us were in wheelchairs at the time. Not including Ricky.”

“Which I didn’t fully need,” Ocean said. “The doctors just didn’t want me walking after another surgery. I could walk, it just hurt a bit.”

Everyone glanced at Ocean briefly, then at one another. In the silence, Ricky finished what they were writing and held it up to Misha. Misha whispered something, and Misha started reading, “‘Some of the lawyers kept forgetting I was already disabled. It was only, like, two of them, but that got very annoying.’” Misha glanced down at Ricky. “Yeah, that was just wrong. It was whack.” The boys grinned at one another. “Wiggety-wiggety-whack.”

Constance looked over at them. “Huh?”

“Yeah, fuck like, all the officials that were involved,” Misha said.

‘Not Noel’s mother,’ Ricky signed. Misha immediately translated, and they all snickered, except for Noel, who groaned and glared at them.

“Would you stop doing that–”

“Second question,” Ocean said, putting a hand out to block Ricky and Noel’s views of one another. “Speaking of distractions…” Noel leaned back, forfeiting this argument with Ricky. “I’ve been doing a lot more leisure reading. Different historical fiction, realism novels, and even some romantic books. Not the sexual kind! As in the romantic era. The classics.”

“She reads scarily fast. I’ve watched her touch like five different books this week,” Noel pointed out. “It’s not normal.”

“Neither is rewatching The Blue Angel on repeat,” Ocean quipped.

“Hey! I’ve watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show too!”

Ocean just gave a deadpan look to the camera.

Constance cleared her throat. “I’ve taken up stress-baking again. I’m trying to perfect my macaron technique so it’s like my mom’s. She makes perfect macarons.” She held up her fingers. “I’ve also been making a few cookies, croissants, custard, and honey cake.”

“The one Misha cries when he eats?” Penny asked.

“Hey!” Misha’s face flushed. “Your cake fills me with a lot of passion, okay?!” Ricky immediately snorted and covered their face and mouth as they laughed. Constant e started cackling. Misha glared at them. “придурки.”

“I started crocheting,” Penny said. “It’s easy to do when you’re bedridden. Also, Ezra likes to help me with that. And Wesley likes to take them.”

Constant e recovered from her laughing fit to smile at Penny. “Oh, he loves your crochet dolls! Especially the puppy one.”

Misha sighed and looked at the camera. “I have also started baking and cooking. Mrs. and Mr. Blacwood have let me try out some Ukrainian dishes I remember.”

Constance grinned brightly. “He’s actually an amazing cook. It’s really impressive.”

Misha smirked proudly. “I am a fantastic cook. I learned originally from my mother. She was best cook in all of Ukraine, I am sure.”

“Aww.”

Ricky glanced up at Misha, then looked at the camera. ‘I started practicing piano again.’ Misha translated out loud.

“We haven’t heard you play in forever,” Noel pointed out. “Not since our last performance junior year.”

Ricky shrugged. ‘Nobody wanted me to play for…’ He paused as he tried to think of the word, before just finger-spelling, “F-A-I-R.”

Everyone frowned slightly.

“We wish we’d had you play,” Constance said. “You’re pretty good.”

‘Thank you.’

There was a beat as everyone else awkwardly looked away or at the floor.

“Uhh, lastly, New Years,” Ocean said, clearing her throat. The others relaxed, save for Noel. “It was… It was really uneventful.”

“Yeah…” Constance shrugged. “We all just kind of stayed home. We did the typical stay up until midnight thing. Wesley tried to make it the whole night and failed.” She giggled softly.

“Yeah, just had a small drink and good food,” Misha said plainly. “Nothing wild.”

“You were drinking again?” Ocean asked in an accusing tone.

“Yeah, so?”

Noel sighed, hugging himself a bit. “Mom and I never do anything for New Years… We just stayed up watching movies.” Constance put a hand on his shoulder, and Noel smiled a bit.

“Yep, that was pretty much it,” Ocean confirmed.

“Ricky?” Penny said.

Ricky just grinned and signed, ‘Cats.’

“Just… Star Trek and cats?” Misha asked.

Ricky nodded vigorously.

“At least you enjoyed.”

Ocean slowly got up, clearing her throat. “Uh, that’s it for tonight, I think.” She went back over to the camera, awkwardly waving. “We don’t have an outro, so… Bye?” The video ended.

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What are each of your favorite colors?

Noel looked up when the camera came on. He had been painting his nails, so one hand was stretched out in front of him. “Huh?” He squinted at the message that Misha had pulled up on his phone. “Oh, uh. Red, probably. The color of love, lust, romance, passion, and rage. Also roses.” He blew on his finger nails, which were painted a plain black. “Hey, Misha, would I look good with red nail polish? It’s not like we’re going to school any time soon, so I could experiment.”

“Go for it. It would look cool on you,” Misha answered from behind the camera. “The color suits you.”

“Aw, you think?”

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Constance smiled at the camera, giving a little wave. “I think my favorites are pink and purple, in that order. I have more purple things though.” She smiled a little wider, pointing at her glasses. “Like my new frames. I think I just look better in purple.”

“It works on you,” Misha commented. “You should dye your hair purple.”

“What, you think? Like, the whole thing?” Constance asked, glancing at the camera and flicking one of her pom-poms. She started giggling. “No, no. I’d look like grape-flavored cotton candy.”

“You should do it.” The smirk could be heard easily in Misha’s voice.

“No, I’m not just gonna–”

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“Yo, Rickster,” Misha said, going over to where Ricky and Penny were sitting together at a dining table. Ricky smiled when they saw the camera, waving. “The people want to know what your favorite color is.”

Ricky thought for a moment, eyes flickering up to the ceiling. They pointed to themself and crossed their arms over their chest. It was quickly followed by flicking their hand with their index and middle fingers with their thumb folded between them, a sort of sideways hand-closing motion, and then flicking their index and thumb. He smiled at Penny, who was just staring at him intently.

“That means ‘I love purple and green,’ for those of you who don’t know sign language,” Misha whispered into the mic. “You’re getting better at that, Rick.”

Ricky grinned and touched their hand to their mouth before dropping it forward. ‘Thank you.’ He glanced at Penny, signing, ‘And you?’

Penny hummed and looked at the camera, unblinking. “I like green the most. Specifically the kind of green in the grass on the plains. It’s quite mezmerizing.”

Misha turned the camera towards himself. “Yo, I agree with these two. Green is one of best colors. Green and blue. The dark ones.” He glanced up in the direction of Ricky. Apparently, they had signed something, because Misha gasped in mock offense. “Hey!”

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The video opened on a door, and Misha quickly opened it. “Yo, Imbyr!”

Ocean was sitting on a bed with plain light blue sheets. She jumped when Misha barged in. She gasped, almost pained and then shouted at him. “Misha! What are you doing in my room?! What if I’d been changing?”

“Sorry, sorry.” Misha quickly brushed past that. “I got excited. We have first ask already.”

“Already, wow.” Ocean tried to sit up straigh, pressed against her headboard in an overly proper-looking manner. “What is it, then?”

“What is your favorite color?”

“... Really? That’s what you burst into my room for?” Ocean asked.

“... Yes.” Misha moved over, the camera blurring as he sat on her bed and adjusted himself. Ocean scoffed. The video focused back on her. “So?”

“Uh… It’s coral. Like this sort of orang-ish pink?”

“So orange and pink?”

“No, coral.”

“But you just said–”

“That was a vague description for anyone without a refined understanding of colors,” Ocean defended. “It’s its own color. I like coral.”

“Even your favorite color is prissy.”

“Get out of my room.”

“Oka–”

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Yeah. That's. That's like... Why wouldn't you do that? It's not weird. It hurts when I don't get consistent comments. I have no way of knowing if you got bored and left. Please leave the comments. Please.

Question for fic writers: do you find it weird when people comment on every chapter of a wip as it comes out?

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14 January 2010

The video opened up to Ocean adjusting it, the tip of her tongue sticking out. She hummed once the camera was steady and stepped back. “I think we're rolling.”

Misha, who had one arm in the sling, stepped into view and sat on the couch. The simple grey color scheme of the living room was a nice background compared to the colors of each member's clothing. Ricky wheeled into frame on the side of the couch next to Misha. Noel leaned over the back just as Constance hopped onto the cushion on Misha's other side. Ocean walked around to stand beside Noel, behind Constance. Penny appeared as well, sitting with her legs crossed in front of Misha.

There was a beat of everyone just staring at the camera. Constance turned around. “Ocean, are you going to start?”

“I– I've never had a blog before. I don't know what to say!”

“Say something,” Noel instructed through his teeth.

“Alright. Hello, I'm Ocean O'Co– I'm Ocean. These are my–” She looked around at the others. They all glanced at her when she paused. “–friends. These people are Noel, Misha, Ricky, Penny, and Constance.”

“What are you doing?” Misha asked.

“Introducing us.”

"It is very awkward.”

“I haven't spoken to a group in a while, alright?”

“Clearly.”

"This was your idea.”

“Then I will take over.” Misha smiled at the camera. “She's new.”

“Hey!”

He chuckled and motioned to everyone. “We're the former choir of St. Cassian's. You've probably heard of us if you live in Canada. We were on national television!”

“For being k– nearly killed by a rollercoaster,” Noel said with a smile.

"You say that like it was cool,” Ocean muttered.

"It was the most tragic thing that has happened to me, and it made us sorta famous. It was cool,” Noel said, nudging the ginger.

Misha grinned at them and then looked over at the camera again. “We have a lot of free time on our hands, because the school does not want us back for a semester. So, I proposed we make a blog. We will talk about our experiences and complain about this town.”

“We, of course, aren't going to give away our addresses or anything,” Constance budded in.

“We don't want to be stalked by strangers as a tiger stalks a peafowl,” Penny added. The others paused for a moment, glancing at her in confusion. Ricky smiled as though he was the only one who understood.

Mischa laughed it off. “Yeah, like that.”

“We aren't going to go into detail about the lawsuits, but rest assured, those are happening,” Ocean told the camera. She tried to stand up tall, but winced and leaned on the couch more. “But, other than that, we're open to sharing our experiences.”

“We want to leave behind a little bit of ourselves for others to learn from,” Condtance said. “Maybe we can be someone to relate to for some people out there. Inspiration for people who have also suffered a near-death experience.”

“This way, we don't fade away,” Noel chimed in. The others snickered.

“We're sort of like immortal jellyfish. Instead of dying, we've regenerated with a new life to live,” Penny said. She looked over at the others. “Immortal until proven mortal.”

Ricky hummed quietly, cocking his head in a sort of “the more you know” manner.

Noel laughed softly, looking down at her. “That was oddly wholesome.”

“Thank you.”

Ocean raised an eyebrow. “Why do you know so much of this kind of stuff?”

“So if you have any questions about us, our lives in Uranium, or the accident, ask us,” Misha said, moving past that jellyfish comment easily.

Ricky raised their hands, hesitating for a moment before signing a messy, ‘We look forward to your questions.’

Misha translated quickly, grinning at his friend.

Ricky added, ‘We can not wait to talk about death.’

Mischa translated again, and the others tensed up. He cleared his throat and looked at the camera. He stood up. “Yes, death too. You can ask about that. I think that is all we had to say right now.” Everyone nodded when he looked back to confirm. “Cool. We will start answers soon. Uhhh should we have outro?”

Constance shook her head. “We can figure one out later.”

“Cool.”

With that, Misha reached out, his good arm covering the camera before it shut off.

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YAY THE ASK BLOG IS REAL!! not an in character ask (unless u want em to answer I'll take either :>) but what're the choir's pronouns n stuff? I wanna know the headcanons for this one (especially Ricky just bc I love seeing the varying gender headcanons for em :3)

Sorry it took me so long to get to this!

Ocean- "she/her." Never really did any questioning gender-wise.

Constance- "she/her." But if you referred to Constance as "they," probably wouldn't care.

Noel- "he/him," maybe "she?" Probably cis, right? Not trans, but really hasn't had time to think of going by different pronouns. Being gay is bad enough, so he should probably stop thinking about it too hard. He doesn't want to be a girl, just that fucked up girl. But like... feminine pronouns? Stop thinking about it-

Misha- "he/him." But also probably wouldn't care if referred to as "they."

Ricky- "they/he," prefers "they." Hasn't really opened up to the choir about it. Noel has his suspicions now that they've gotten to know each other a little, Misha too. They'll tell everyone eventually, when there's a more appropriate time.

Penny- "she/her." Also probably wouldn't mind "they." Gender is a strange concept when she thinks about it, but hey she prefers feminine stuff so whatever.

Bonus:

Ezra- "he/they," or go wild. Already knows they don't really care about pronouns that much. Gender is a social construct, anyways. Has yet to discover neopronouns.

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Update: I actually opened the ask box. Oops. XD

Ask Blog Intro

Hey, everyone! This is Fern/Lynn Canigula. I am the author of the RTC fic "Are We Ever Going Back?" I mentioned the possibility of an ask blog, and a lot of people liked it. My schedule is finally allowing me to work on that. This blog is just a fun way to get to know my depictions of the choir a little better, interact with them, and learn about my headcanons that I'm applying which may not make it into final drafts. A few things first just to clarify: 1. Anything said on the ask blog will be true to the story. 2. In the story itself, the choir does not have this blog. It's kind of a parallel AU if that makes sense. 3. I cannot draw, so answers will be written. Maybe I'll use Gacha Club idk yet. 4. You can also ask me things as the author. Please do. I love love love to yap. 5. No NSFW asks. These characters are teenagers. However, I am comfortable with having them make suggestive or inappropriate jokes because, well, they're teenagers. 6. I will tag any answers with "awegb (name)" or "awegb (name) answers" because I don't want to flood the regular tags if nobody knows what the characters are talking about. 7. Hate and harassment will not be tolerated. (But so far all of you are GEMS so I probably don't have to worry. 8. The start of this blog will take place starting after they all get out of the hospital, so not until like November or December of 2009. 9. Please note that this fic is mainly based around recovery from all sorts of trauma. Proceed with caution, because a lot of sensitive topics are covered here. Take care of yourselves loves <3 10. Penny Lamb is very based off of her depiction in Legoland, with some changes to fit the plot of Ride the Cyclone. Basically her backstory is the same, but she became a recluse instead of the entire JK-47 incident. 11. You can ask the choir, but also side characters, be they canon or OC. 12. Ask as much as you'd like!!

Note for now: I'm not going to start answering these for a short bit while I get some chapter published. But please please please feel free to send in asks in the meantime.

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Ask Blog Intro

Hey, everyone! This is Fern/Lynn Canigula. I am the author of the RTC fic "Are We Ever Going Back?" I mentioned the possibility of an ask blog, and a lot of people liked it. My schedule is finally allowing me to work on that. This blog is just a fun way to get to know my depictions of the choir a little better, interact with them, and learn about my headcanons that I'm applying which may not make it into final drafts. A few things first just to clarify: 1. Anything said on the ask blog will be true to the story. 2. In the story itself, the choir does not have this blog. It's kind of a parallel AU if that makes sense. 3. I cannot draw, so answers will be written. Maybe I'll use Gacha Club idk yet. 4. You can also ask me things as the author. Please do. I love love love to yap. 5. No NSFW asks. These characters are teenagers. However, I am comfortable with having them make suggestive or inappropriate jokes because, well, they're teenagers. 6. I will tag any answers with "awegb (name)" or "awegb (name) answers" because I don't want to flood the regular tags if nobody knows what the characters are talking about. 7. Hate and harassment will not be tolerated. (But so far all of you are GEMS, so I probably don't have to worry.) 8. The start of this blog will take place starting after they all get out of the hospital and a lot of court stuff, so like mid January 2010. 9. Please note that this fic is mainly based around recovery from all sorts of trauma. Proceed with caution, because a lot of sensitive topics are covered here. Take care of yourselves loves <3 10. Penny Lamb is very based off of her depiction in Legoland, with some changes to fit the plot of Ride the Cyclone. Basically her backstory is the same, but she became a recluse instead of the entire JK-47 incident. 11. You can ask the choir, but also side characters, be they canon or OC. 12. Ask as much as you'd like!!