#laaaame she's boring

[margaretwexley]

For each of the following items, indicate whether you think it’s morally okay or not.

An army lieutenant neglects to file a report on a civilian killing done by his troops because he knows it was an accident. NOT OKAY

Tina promises her dying mother that she’ll visit her grave once a month. After the mother has passed away, Tina finds it hard to squeeze in the time, and her visits drop to about once a year. NOT OKAY

A man orders a custom-built sex doll designed to look just like his neighbor. NOT OKAY

Sarah’s dog has four puppies. She can only find a home for two of them, so she kills the other two with a stone to the head. NOT OKAY

A doctor has been preforming consensual yet illegal procedures one someone in hopes of finding a cure for his ill sister. NOT OKAY

A neglectful husband pushes his wife to an affair. When the affair ends, the wife’s partner nearly kills her and her unborn daughter. The husband kills the affair partner. NOT OKAY

September has run out of food and is facing death by starvation. She begins to cannibalize her family’s loyal staff. They do not fight back. NOT OKAY

A mother gives birth to identical twins. One follows their ambitions and the other becomes a shut in. The family make it clear which child they prefer. NOT OKAY

Natalie is so focused on survival she fires a shot without thinking. She did not intend to kill her elderly neighbor, but she hides the body regardless. She denies knowing what happened to the now missing resident. NOT OKAY

A woman is facing a lifetime of medical issues. She continues to put her family and those around her in emotional and medical debt. She lives a hollow life and continues leaching off of those who support her. —

Please provide a response to each of the following prompts. Leaving a prompt blank will also be considered a response, and you will be assessed for refusal to answer.

In the event of a life or death situation, would you put yourself or others first? others. i accept that i have limitations in a stressful situation.

How far would you be willing to go to ensure your own survival throughout this ordeal? only as far as i can without hurting others, or being a burden. whatever comes first.

Is there anyone in the building you have developed strong attachments to? my family of course, i couldn't survive without toby.

Do you think it is possible to survive infection through alternative means such as removing the infected limb? Would you be willing to undergo this procedure to ensure your own survival? i don't know if it's possible, i don't really want to give my opinion on that. it really depends if a virus or something that can be contained— but i wouldn't really know.

Will following the general consensus lead to improved odds of survival, or would you have a better chance following an assigned leader? i think having a leader would be helpful, just so people know where they go with there problems. i don't think he needs total control of everything, maybe a mixture of both.

What is the appropriate response to the following situation?

Your daughter falls ill and needs a specific, uncommon kind of antibiotic that will be hard to find; without the full course, the pathogen will survive, regroup, and kill her anyway. You are scavenging a pharmacy, where you find another group, and manage to not shoot each other. You ask them about the antibiotic, and they have it, but they also need the antibiotic, for the wife of someone in their group. You cannot share the antibiotic because it would just kill both people, and they have the antibiotic in their pack. This is likely the only complete dose set you will find, as the other stores have been picked totally clean and there are no friendly groups in the area.

if it was for me...the other group already has it, so i've lost. but, since it's for my daughter i have to try. i have plenty of object that can make for an enticing offer to trade. i don't know what you could do if they wouldn't barter.

[itsmarsss]

stupid. [Peter Maximoff x Reader] (X-Men)

[~from the vault~]

Friends kiss all the time, right? Right?

Word count: 2,062

Warnings: none i don't think i even use the word fuck here like who even was i this is just fluff

[. . .]

“Okay, truth or dare?” Jubilee asked Peter, an unmistakably mischievous look on her face. 

It was funny, actually, to think that a group of mutant teenagers with unimaginable powers would be spending their weekend doing such mundane things, such as throwing a party and playing truth or dare like a bunch of seventh graders, but the truth is that none of you ever really had the chance to have that before, most always too weird to be with the normal kids.

So, truth or dare on a saturday night in the middle of the woods it was.

And of course you knew how this was going to go. You didn’t even have to be his best friend to know what he would pick without a hint of hesitation. 

“You know it,” Peter replied with a signature smirk.

Scott let out a groan. “There’s not even anything for you to do anymore!”

“There’s still plenty of stuff for me to do!” Peter defended himself, a hand over his chest feigning offense.

“No, he’s right! You never pick truth!” Warren joined Scott in complaining.

“Because I’m not boring! You guys are just laaaame.”

“I don’t know, lick that tree over there or something,” Jubilee murmured, uninterested.

“What? That’s all you got? Come on, you can do better! Dare me to run to Hawaii or something!”

“How would we know you actually went to Hawaii?” Kurt asked, and Peter tilted his head to the side, realizing what he said made sense.

“Just pick truth already!” Jean exclaimed, clearly annoyed at the amount of time his turn was taking. 

Peter put his arms up in surrender. “Okay, fine! But it’s gonna be lame.”

Jubilee quickly seemed to gain her excitement again, smiling as she thought of what to ask, snapping her fingers as she finally landed upon a question. “Okay! Have you and Y/N kissed before?” 

He seemed to be taken by surprise, shifting in his seat, and you felt your own cheeks burning, hoping the lack of light would hide it. Of course she would want to ask something like that. 

“C’mon. Something not so lame. What are we, 12?”

“Answer the question!” Scott egged him on, and Peter looked at you, silently asking you what to do. You didn’t even say anything, but you assumed he noticed how flustered you were, as he decided to spare you and lie.

“No. Happy?”

You thought they would let it go, but got confused when everyone other than you and Peter turned to Jean, who, after a moment, spoke up. “He’s lying,” she affirmed.

And then it was chaos. 

“Oh my God! When?”

“I knew it!”

“Holy shit how was it?”

“Stop reading my mind, witch!” Peter yelled. You knew him. Usually he’d be pretty proud to talk about how he 'got with the girl' or whatever. But Peter also knew you, and you both knew that you had specifically agreed to not talk about this. So he tried to change the subject. “Okay, okay, that’s not how this works. You have your answer, now spin the bottle again.”

“But-” 

“Those are the rules, Scotty.”

Annoyed, Scott reached out to spin the bottle again, and Peter winked at you. You smiled at him in return, thanking him silently. You were smart enough to know they would bug you about it later but at least you were fine for now, with enough time to come up with some bullshit excuse before you got bombarded with questions.

“Y/n it’s your turn.”

Well, maybe not so much time.

You were taken out of your thoughts by Jean’s words, averting your eyes to the bottle in front of you. Fair enough, it landed on you. Such luck.

“Truth or dare?” Scott asked you, unable to hide a grin.

“Come on, Scott.”

“You gotta choose!”

“Truth?”

“Tell us how that kiss happened.”

“Dare.”

“I… dare you to tell us how the kiss happened.”

“That’s not fair-”

“Those are the rules,” Warren intervened, repeating what Peter had said earlier, and you shot him a death glare. 

“You know I could kill you right?”

“You like me too much,” he smiled, and you sighed. You considered leaving the game, but you knew they would just annoy you until you talked.

“Fine. It was nothing, okay? We were on a mission and we had to improvise, that’s it.”

Scott’s eyebrows were furrowed together. “Wait it was for a mission?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“But then it doesn’t count!”

Warren chimed in again. “What? Yes it counts-”

You looked over at Peter while all your friends debated the validity of your kiss , but he looked confused. “What?” You mouthed to him.

“That wasn’t our first kiss,” he blurted out, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world, very clearly not thinking before he spoke. Everybody else went quiet.

Warren was the first one to break the silence. “First kiss? Wait, how many times have you kissed?”

“No- it was-” Peter tried to save himself, but it was way too late. Now they wouldn’t leave you alone.

“You have to tell us!” Kurt exclaimed, and you almost felt mad at him. Almost.

Peter cleared his throat. “It was uh- when we were kids? Cause I told you I’d never kissed anyone?”

“Oh but if the mission one doesn’t count then that doesn’t count either. We were like ten!”

“What, were you not a person at ten years old?”

“Come on our real first kiss was that night at the movies wasn’t it? With the… the werewolf movie.”

“No cause that was after the one at the diner.”

“No it wasn’t! It was that one, then the time in your basement, then the diner.”

“But it doesn’t make-” Peter stopped and looked around. 

“What?” You did the same, only to see your friends look like they’d seen a ghost. They were all wide-eyed, either looking at you and Peter or at each other, trying to process the conversation the two of you were having. Okay, so maybe you got a little carried away accidentally.

“Uh-”

And then chaos again.

“You’ve kissed how many times now?”

“Are you sure you’re not together?”

“We’ve been trying to get you together for months! Months! And you tell me this?”

“But we-” you started, but what were you really gonna say? You were the one to talk too much.

Peter stood up. “We… are leaving.” He held his hand up for you to take, and you did so, standing up too. In no time you were in his room at the school, and things were awkward.

You sat down on his bed while he sat down on the chair by his desk, both in silence for a while, neither sure what to say. It was pretty common for you to do that, ignore this kind of thing. As you’d just talked about, you’d had those kinds of moments quite a few times before, but you always ended up unspokenly agreeing to not talk about it after. But it seemed that this time there was no choice.

“Um so.”

He lifted his gaze from the floor to you. “Yeah.”

“I uh. I didn’t realize uh. How many times we’ve- you know.”

“Yeah.” He was fidgeting with his fingers, looking at his hands instead of at you. You were kind of thankful for it.

“You think they’ll be too annoying about it?”

“Have you met them?”

You laughed. “Yeah. Maybe we should have just not played the game.”

“I’m sorry. Or whatever.”

“For what?”

“For bringing it up. It just… came out, you know how I speak without thinking-”

“It’s fine. We’ve kissed a few times, so what?”

“Yeah. Right. It’s what friends do! Right?” He finally looked at you.

“Yes! Platonic friends kiss sometimes. It’s normal.”

“Yeah! Totally. Totally.”

There was silence after that. One that indicated how incredibly not normal it all was.

“Can I ask you something?” Peter blurted out, out of the blue.

“Okay.”

“Did you… like… kissing me?”

“What?”

"Huh?"  He pretended he hadn’t said anything, immediately regretting saying it.

Silence again.

You thought for a moment. “Yeah.”

“What?”

“I liked it. Did you not?”

“I don’t- I-” He stood up in superspeed, but stayed within distance from you. “Yeah. A- a lot.”

“Does that- I mean that’s still like. Normal right?”

“Yeah I mean who- it’s kissing right? Why would- why wouldn’t we like that?”

“Right. Right. Yeah, of course.”

“Would it be that bad?”

“What do you mean?”

“If we were like- you know- not… friends.”

You quirked an eyebrow, and his eyes widened. “Not like that! I mean if we were like, more.”

“Like… if we dated.” It was a statement, but a question too. Were you getting this right?

“Wuh- Yeah. I guess.”

You had no idea what was going on now. After a long time of getting teased by your friends to no end about the blurry lines of your friendship with Peter, you learned to scold yourself when you caught your thoughts drifting to that. After all, you couldn’t- it would just ruin your friendship, and you didn’t want to lose your best friend. 

But now here he was, right in front of you, asking you if it would be so bad if you dated.

…would it?

“Why?”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“I just wanna know why you’re asking!”

“Well cause maybe I’d like it if we were dating!” 

“Yeah sure,” you let out a laugh.

“I’m.. not joking.”

You went quiet.

“I know I’m not serious about… well anything I guess,” he let out a small laugh, “but I’m being like 100%, totally for real with you right now.”

“So you have… feelings for me. That’s what you’re saying.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re not joking.”

“No! Why would I joke about that?”

“We joke about that all the time!”

“Not right now!”

“You know I’m 100% kicking your ass if you are, right?”

“I… am pretty aware.”

“Okay.”

He looked at you expectantly, but you didn’t even know what to think about this situation, let alone what to say. 

“Okay? So?” Of course, this was still your Peter, extremely nosey and incredibly impatient.

You took a good look at him. Did you like him the same way he apparently liked you?

Peter was annoying. He was loud and a lot of times way too much, and he always ended up getting you into embarrassing situations. If you ever got in trouble, it was pretty safe to say it was probably his fault. He was stubborn and cocky and annoyingly good at making things play out his way.

But he was your best friend. And he was wearing his stupid silver jacket that matched his stupid silver hair and a stupid graphic shirt with a stupid bear that wore sunglasses on it and the stupid Star Wars pin that you gave him for his stupid fourteenth birthday. He was so utterly and completely stupid, and it was stupid to think this could work.

And maybe you were stupid too, because it seemed that you liked him, a stupid amount. 

“Okay, don’t get too cocky, now.”

He kept staring at you, expecting your next words. 

“I like you too.”

“As in... more than a friend?”

“No I’m actually friendzoning you.”

Finally he opened a grin, relaxing as he caught on to your teasing tone. Now that looked more like him. “Are you? That’s good. I was actually gonna tell you I changed my mind.”

“You did?”

He walked towards you, in a normal speed for once. “Yeah. I think we should stay friends.”

You nodded. “Yeah me too.”

“Friends kiss, right?”

“Platonically.”

“Yeah, platonically.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that excuse sounded now. “We’re so stupid.”

Hee shook his head. “I don’t know what youre talking about.” 

You didn’t have time to keep the joke going, as he finally pulled you closer and leaned in.

You’d kissed a good amount of times before, but this time was different. It wasn’t impulsive, and you weren’t going to regret it after. You wouldn’t have to pretend it didn’t happen when it was over, and you really, really liked the thought of that.

But, of course, you did live with your really, really nosey friends, who you hadn’t noticed had been standing by the door.

“You guys are so confusing!”

Okay, it would be really stupid to think you would ever be able to live this one down.

[. . .]

A/N: treating you guys to these cute little oneshots today past mars was such a cutie i was gonna say i miss her but i dont really

[sleepingingarden]

What's ur Au about? :3

:D thanks for asking!! it's still a major WIP that's all over the place in terms of ideas, as you'll notice, but the overall gist is that the FNAF1 and 2 animatronics have escaped into the woods and are like. camping out and killing people, and there's these paranormal investigators including Mike, a young Vanessa, and a mother of one of the missing kids, who have to track them down. If I do a comic or fic it would switch between the animatronics/spirits' perspective, and the investigators' perspective (hence the name of the AU)! There's lots more I will share about characters once I finish writing my toyhouse pages, but here's a few more tidbits and distinctions from canon that I find interesting...

The Fredbear Plush is CC/David's guardian angel instead of just William with a walkie talkie bc that's laaaame and boring!! My "Friendbear" just wanted to comfort a little boy who was being bullied but ends up getting roped into the whole mess that is FNAF, and helps Mike and the other protags free the spirits. I imagine him being like jiminy cricket or the bug from puss in boots personality-wise. Just constantly disturbed by everything from the bloodthirsty animatronics to the unethical business practices of faz ent. all while still trying to believe there is some good inside springtrap. lol

Cassidy doesn't exist---sort of? I wanted to do my own spin on Golden Duo, so In my AU Cassidy is an alter personality of David created from the agony of the Bite. She suppresses David to protect him and becomes the one in control of Golden Freddy, to Mike's dismay. I wanted her to reflect the way real alters are made from trauma. I've done a lot of research on DID in the past as I don't have it but I do want to make sure I do them justice!

In terms of how possession works, I wanted to set some clearly defined rules and terms. The investigators come up with 3 different terms to describe different types of possession---'Dependent' types, like Circus Baby, have high enough AI levels that the AI and spirit fuse and alter the spirit's identity and memories. 'Degenerative' types like Freddy are older models with lower AI; they slowly lose their memories and identity over time until they become like animals. Finally, 'Independent' types like the Puppet also have low AI levels but are able to maintain their awareness; usually through some sort of strong motive or complex unfinished business that requires more thought

Some more random changes: most of SL doesn't happen, FNAF3 and 6 are combined, the MCI happens during fall fest '83, there are no 'un-withereds,' FNAF2 is a sequel, Scrap Baby is basically Ennard, Funtime Freddy is a LEFTE stand-in

[sylvctica]

@abyssmalice ➤ unprompted

"Beebo! Beeeeebo! BEEBO!!" Tonia yells from across the street as she approaches in record time. She pouts as she pulls something out of a pocket and hands it over. "Big sister said she had something to give to you, and before you ask why she isn't handing it over herself, it's the usual excuses. You know, staying in the Abyss, watching the Irminsul, blah blah blah boring whatever. Anyway, she said she had the time and materials - like, when wouldn't she anyway? Weirdo - and made this for you. And I have to the delivery person! Laaaame, like why do I got to—" The girl irritably rambles on and complains, somewhat ignoring Sylvie at this point in lieu of just venting her thoughts for a hot ten minutes straight. In any case, that's a lovely amount of time to perceive... the lovely pair of socks that was handed over. Green socks even, though it's not a vibrant shade, something closer to forest moss and musty vegetables instead. And knitted with - definitely not wool,  but something softer, almost silky, numerous strands of the unknown material braided tightly together to imitate thicker yarn for actual knitting. Simplistic patterns in the shape of little trees dot the socks throughout. "—And anyway, if this is supposed to be a gift, random or not, I told her, it's always better to give the damn thing yourself. And she agreed with me, but was like nooooo, I just caaaaan't go up to Teyvat just like that - boooo, that's so cowardly! Like who cares if you look a little weird, don't ask a third person to deliver your random knitting projects!" Tonia huffs, the sniffs petulantly. "Anyway, don't think much of it, Beebo. Big sister is always making stuff down there - not like she has anything else to do or anywhere else to be. She probably realized she made too many socks after a while and is offloading them, I bet."

There is a small wince that follows at hearing Tonia's voice, but it is quick to be muffled as their attention shifts towards the young girl and the motion of her hands—catching it in their own and curiously studying the gift.

Socks?

Hand-knitted socks at that, from the older Tonia. Fingers slowly ran over the fabric, tendrils of Dendro 'touching' upon the fabric to feel what it was made of ... and drawing a blank; curious, so not something they could immediately recognize. Lips curled up a little at the patterns, betraying Tonia's words that they're just being 'offloaded' ... very convenient that the green, musty coloured socks with trees got to the very conveniently green shaped tree god. Well, they'd like to think so, anyway (maybe they're just being a little selfishly hopeful).

A small chuffing sound leaves them, akin to a giggle, as warmth is clearly spreading throughout their face. They'll save these for the winter months, that's for sure. It'd be a shame for all that work to not be used, after all, it's not like socks are just made to put up on a wall and ogle, you can flaunt them around at home! Or wear them for warmth!

"Well, I can't quite tell her thank you on the spot considering where she is, but I hope you don't mind relaying that to her, do you? I think they're quite cute."

Were one to look a little too closely, it would well betray the warmth in their words and eyes to get such a gift, even if it's merely socks.

[ducknotinarow]

[2k3 Mikey Von]

"Michelangelo, for the last time I don't-"

She pauses, thinking, as the spark of needing to be a pain in the butt sibling kicked in. Somehow Mikey had found out that butterflies and turtles have close relationships in the wild, but seems like he didn't like what he heard. Now she was the one being questioned, and she realised, she could mess with him - like a good sibling does,

"Don't eat Turtles, natural butterflies don't have mouths to eat, and I can't digest much food," She soon smirks, "But, we do enjoy the taste of turtle tears, or their blood."

Which was accurate, for actual butterflies, not so much Von. But Mikey doesn't know that.

"Donatello is particular delicious you know," She smirks, "Though, I'm always down to try other Turtles...best not come near me if you get an injury, may not be able to help myself."

The fun of having such an emotionless face is that no one can ever tell when you're joking or not,

"Speaking of Donatello, I'm feeling hungry," More like a set up for her to leave and let Mikey freak out, "I'll see you around," She takes two steps, before pausing, "Oh! And don't let the others know, I wouldn't want to scare them after all."

| Muse interaction

Mikey's brain had been successfully turned off for hours, Splinter would be scolding him for it later he was more than aware of that fact. But He didn't care he just needed to beat his score on the latest game he got his hands on. It wasn't often they got anything new after all and most discard movies or games came at the risk of just being busted and that being why it got trashed. But he got lucky the other day. Someone returned a copy of the latest game that came out and guess the store had some policy about opened games blah blah. Truth be told Mikey was meant to hiding at the time because they were playing a sort of hide and seek game together with his brothers. Training and Leo was it. Mikey thought he was pretty smart sticking so close to the streets. Just turned out to benefit him in a whole different way. Disgruntled and pissy the guy who tried to return the game just tossed it in the trash bins outside the small game shop. Easy pickings for Mikey.

Sure he lost the game because Leo heard him but whatever not a big deal. As he had taken over the couch the moment they returned home and hadn't moved for hours. Staring at the tv screens as he logged in his good few chunk of hours into the new game. Blue light from the tv had burned his eyes with all the bright flashes. He kept the volume low so not to wake anyway. Mostly so he could be left alone. When he finally was ready for a break? He noticed the time. Splinter would be waking them up for training soon and if he missed out because of a video game? Oh he hear about it.

Again.

Rubbing at his eyes he swapped the tv to the cable feed and figured watching tv would help him pass the time till training. When he landed on some documentary. Boring. This seemed more like something Don or even Von would into, not to mention the narrators voices in these things were just so boring and monotone. "Laaaame" Mikey slightly sang out ready to change the channel when something that was begin said caught his attention. It was talking about animals that shared relationships in nature and the one between turtles and butterflies. Well okay that had his attention they were close to Von so it's kind cool they seem to be mirroring nature. Mikey knew they still have a bit of turtle in them. Like cold effects them, they love to bask and now they were friends with butterflies too! Expect that isn't exactly what the narrator said.

And the younger brother pestering kicked in the moment Von had made her self known in the lair. Mikey just paying some hellos before she got adsorb into other things. Not that she really got a chance because the second Mikey heard her voice he bee-lined it too her. and The accusation started. Asking if Von's a vampire, asking if sees using them as prey. Asking if she gets turtle soup when ordering out for food. It was none stop the moment she came through. usual Von was the one to ask question after question guess it seemed the tables were turned now.

"Michelangelo, for the last time I don't-"

Mikey stood waiting for an answer, faintly curious and in need to be comforted over this information he managed to retain. It wasn't like Mikey suddenly didn't trust her. He just needed to know if his sister was cold heated blood sucker.

"Don't eat Turtles, natural butterflies don't have mouths to eat, and I can't digest much food,"

Mikey felt relief with that along with letting out the breath he been holding in the whole time with a faint smile on his beak. Face relaxing as a smile returned to his beak. Blame the lack of sleep on his full on panic and urgency over the matter. "Whew had me worried there for a second Vonnie." Mikey states ready to put this to rest and take a much needed nap how dose Don do this for days straight?

"But, we do enjoy the taste of turtle tears, or their blood."

However, it seemed not even Von was immune to the effects of Mikey pestering you too much. Seeking out some much needed and warranted revenge as a smirk had tugged on her lips. Mikey's face fell when she had admitted to liking the taste of both tears and blood and that was what freaked him out! He thought butterflies ate flowers or something he didn't know how it worked. He didn't know the weird straw like mouth they had could price through something like scales to drain out tears or blood! or however it worked he truly didn't care in that moment simply taking a step back from Von the moment she admitted it. Reading that smirk more as a sinister in his own tried gaze. Slightly lifting an arm up in case he needed to defend himself.

"Donatello is particular delicious you know,"

"Wha-?" Was all Mikey could get out "You've been feeding on my brother!" he suddenly exclaimed nothing but worry and concern lanced in ever word that passed over his tongue in that moment.

"Though, I'm always down to try other Turtles...best not come near me if you get an injury, may not be able to help myself."

Mikey jumped back a little and faintly let out that high pitch fearful scream of his he was known for. His eyes were blown wide as he tried to piece that together. Eyes darting around no longer feeling safe being alone "I uh i -Raph!" He called out for out of habit more than anything but they had left some time ago "Leo!" Also another bust. "Don?" he says more as a question he pretty sure they are around but Von already got her claws into him! Keeping him around so she can drain him of his fluids and leave him no more then a husk and shell! Not that she had said any of that but she may as well have far as Mikey was concerned here.

"Speaking of Donatello, I'm feeling hungry,"

Mikey suddenly worry moved to Donnie when she mentioned that, his poor brother was a victim all along!

"I'll see you around," She takes two steps, before pausing, "Oh! And don't let the others know, I wouldn't want to scare them after all."

Mikey swore his heart stopped for a spilt second there. What was he meant to do!! Von clearly used her womanly wiles on Donatello and had him trapped! In. In here? Butterfly net? Whatever still! He couldn't just sit there and do nothing about this!! Slightly hoping on his feet as he tried to get his brain to think. But all je could bring himself todo?

"RAPH! LEO! RAPH! LEO!" He started to call out as he took off quick calling out in clear cries for help running off to whereever his feet carried certien one of them would hear and help to save Donatello from his certien death.

[amberlynnmurdock]

Library Series (Pt. 17)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Chapter Summary: You interview Camila Fredrick today. 

A/N: Hello, everyone!!! I finally got around to updating this story, thanks to all your lovely comments and kudos. Truly, that's what pushed me to write this sooner than later. You all inspire me and encourage me! I hope you like where this story is going. Thank you again for reading. It means the world!!!

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Thanksgiving weekend left as soon as it arrived. Soon enough, you were sitting in the library with a pile of papers and notebooks preparing for finals that were on the horizon.

You always felt bitter the few days after that followed a holiday. It felt like all that waiting for the holiday was for nothing. The days leading up the holiday are a treat, and once the holiday is here, you enjoy it for the day, and the next day is back to reality.

The library was packed today with bustling students asking each other for last minute notes and homework assignments. Looking up from your text book, with the end of a pen in the corner of your mouth, you roll your eyes at their lack of commitment. It could never be you that saved everything for last minute. No, you were always on top of your work.

If only the work that you were studying right now was what you wanted to do. You’re counting down the minutes until you meet Camila Fredrick in person at a local coffee shop down the street from campus for an interview.

Putting away the boring chemistry notes inside your binder, you flip to the section labeled ‘JOURNALISM’ and go over the questions you came up with for Camila. The hardest part about being a journalist is that you have to ask the hard questions, even if it’s emotional or personal. So, you frown at the first question immediately, remembering you have to ask it.

“Can you describe, in detail, the moment the attacker found you?”

Telling this story is for the benefit of the public: that’s what journalism is. People should know that bad guys, like the one who attacked Camila, exist in the city, so people are aware of their surroundings. But also, to hopefully put an end to unnecessary violence.

It’s the sad reality of living in a big city.

Plus, you need this article to be perfect if you want it to be published in the school paper, The Columbia Daily Spectator. That’s only a small reason, though. You care about your fellow New Yorkers, the ones who are innocent. Their stories deserve to be told.

Your concentration is interrupted by the strong scent of Gucci and acrylic nails tapping the wooden table.

“Hey, boo,” Marci smiles as she sits across from you. Startled, you close your notebook and look around the library.

“You have to be quiet, Marci,” you scold under your breath as you see the girl at the next table give you a dirty look.

“Oh, whatever, everyone’s talking anyway,” Marci says, “Are you coming to the Alpha Phi party tonight?”

Raising both eyebrows, you ask, “huh?”

Marci laughs. “The Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity is having a party at their house tonight. Are you coming?” The way Marci posed the question made it sound more like an obvious command. She had a way of doing that. Sometimes, it was for your benefit, other times, hers.

“Hate to break it to ya, kid, I’ve got finals to study for and an interview to do later,” You reply firmly as you start to pack your things. If you give the amount of sass back to Marci, she usually backs off. Today, you’re not in the mood for her games.

Marci rolls her eyes, “You’re no fun. C’mon, you never go out with us. Just one night, you know you’ll pass your exams even if you don’t study! You and Foggy are so laaaame.”

“Us, as in, Paula and Amy, the ones who left your drunk on your ass for some frat boys who don’t know the difference between body wash and shampoo? Those friends?” You raise both eyebrows.

“I don’t talk to them anymore… well, they apologized, and I really want to go out tonight–promise I’ll be on my best behavior,” Marci said, although the reason why she’s asking you to go out is slowly dawning on you. She probably doesn’t feel safe with Paula or Amy, but she does with you. A part of you aches when you realize this, but you can’t spend your night babysitting your drunk friend when you actually have things to do. If you didn’t, you probably would be there.

You sigh, grabbing Marci’s perfectly manicured hands in yours, “look. I seriously do have a lot to do today. If I didn’t, I one hundred percent would be there with you. If you need me tonight, I’ll be up late, so call me and I’ll come get you at… Alpha beta whatever,” you truthfully tell Marci.

Marci gives a small smile, “okay, I’ll call you if I need you. I’ll bother Foggy first, though. Also, how was your break with Matt?”

Your heart jumps at the mention of Matt’s name. You blush, “it was really nice. Too quick, though. I’m counting down the days until the next getaway.”

“Are things getting serious between you guys?” Marci asks.

You shrug, not wanting to jinx anything. “Maybe?” You try to hide your giddiness, but you fail.

“I’m happy for you, babe. Anyway, I have to get going. This hair isn’t going to style itself, unfortunately.” And with that, Marci gets up from the wooden chair, blows you a kiss, and leaves.

You soon follow suit, packing your things up as you realize you’d have to meet Camila in a half hour, at 5:00pm.

~

Exiting the library, you walk down the pavement, crunching leaves as you step on them. In the near distance, you see Matt waiting outside a building for his next class, you assume. He’s wearing a royal blue long sleeve and jeans. You smile as you approach him. He always looks so pensive. It’s quite adorable.

He stands sheepishly against the wall, brows knit together, holding his cane in both hands so it stands in front of him. The soft wind blows his auburn hair back.

“Hey, you,” you smile as you approach Matt, placing your hands on top of his.

“___, hello,” Matt replies, kissing your knuckles. “I’m happy you found me.”

“Me too. I can’t talk for long, I’m about to meet Camila at the coffee shop down the street,” you tell him anxiously.

Something in his bright demeanor darkens at the mention of Camila. His smile fades, and his brows grow tighter.

“That’s today?” Matt asks, taking your hands off his and instead holding them.

“Yeah, remember? I’ve been thinking of questions all day,” you tell him, his worry making you worry.

“I remember now,” Matt trails off. He clears his throat, “do you want me to walk you there?”

You giggle at his offer, and immediately feel bad for doing so. He really does look concerned, but you’re not sure why. It’s just an interview, and it will be in a public place. There’s nothing to worry about, truly.

“It’s okay, I can get there on my own. Besides, don’t you have class?”

Matt looks up in your direction and composes himself, “Oh, yes, I do.”

Glancing at your phone’s time, you let go of his hands slowly. “I should get going. I’ll call you when I’m done, okay?”

“Please,” Matt replies. He leans in and kisses your lips, slowly, “be careful.”

“I will.”

~

Matt doesn’t have class.

Well, he does, but after your reminder that your interview with Camila is today, he decided his class has been canceled. Just this once. He’ll get the exam notes from Foggy later.

Matt rushes to his dorm room and quickly changes into his black outfit, leaving his cane behind and exiting through the window. Thankfully, it’s already dark out at 5:00pm at the end of November.

Matt slips between the campus’ entrance and alley ways all the way to the coffee shop you are meeting Camila at. He jumps up at a fire escape on the building, listening intently for your voice.

Does he feel creepy for doing this? No. Should he? Maybe. But he’s only here to make sure you are safe.

~

Clutching your bag closer to your chest, you enter the coffee shop and tell the hostess you are meeting someone here. You glance around the shop nervously. You only see a family of three in a booth near the window, a man in a suit sitting by himself in a corner table and three people at the bar. In the far left side of the shop, you see a dark haired woman with her hands folded, sitting alone. The TV plays softly in the corner of the shop.

You walk over to her, hoping your intuition serves you well.

“Camila? It’s me, ___,” You say softly with a smile.

The woman looks up–she can’t be more than five years older than you–and smiles. Her eyes are a striking blue color. Her stature is petite. You can see the bandage from the wound poking out of her black sweater.

“Hello, ___. It’s nice to meet you,” she says in a quiet voice. You sit down across from her. You set your bag on your left side and bring out your notebook and recorder.

“Thank you for being willing to do this interview for my assignment, and hopefully, for the school paper,” you tell her. Half of the sentence is meant to be grateful, but the other half is meant to let her know that her words are intended to be published. “Are you okay if I record our meeting?”

“Of course,” she nods her head, looking down. “I’ve been wanting to talk about it but the papers around here are so rude and nosey. It’s like they don’t even care about me, just what happened.”

“Am I the first person you are speaking to about this?” You ask in disbelief.

“Other than the NYPD that visited me at the hospital, yes,” she replies. “You are.”

“Well, I truly am honored and grateful for your trust in me. I promise I’ll tell your story exactly how it happened,” you tell her, setting up the recorder on the linoleum table.

A waiter comes by and takes your order. You ask for a water while Camila orders a decaf black coffee.

“So, please state your name, how to spell it, and how old you are,” you say clearly.

Camila clears her throat, “My name is Camila Fredrick. That is C-A-M-I-L-A F-R-E-D-R-I-C-K. I am 26 years old.”

“Tell me what happened from your perspective, from start to finish,” you say, beginning to take notes.

“I arrived at the local drug store to pick up over the counter meds for my daughter, some snacks, water and a lottery ticket. It felt like a normal day until I decided to go to this spot,” Camila begins with a shaky voice. You notice that she has a tiny accent. Your heart jumps when she mentions she has a daughter.

“Where was your daughter when this happened?” You asked.

“She was at home with my mother,” Camila answers.

“When I walked down the street from my apartment, not far from here, I felt like I was being followed. Do you ever get that strange, hovering feeling, like you’re being watched? That’s exactly how I felt. I knew it was getting late, but my daughter really needed some quick meds to help her fever,” Camila explains, gripping her coffee mug. “But, I ignored it and just rushed to the store. I didn’t have time to worry about something I thought was happening.”

“It was quiet, and dark out. I rushed inside, said hello to the shop owner and gathered the things I needed. Just as I was done checking out, and stepping outside the store, was when he started to yell at me,” Camila quivers, breaking eye contact, holding her tears back. “‘Don’t fucking move!’ The man screamed at me. And I mean screamed. It was the most startling, deep voice I’d ever heard since my ex-boyfriend. Who I think this guy was looking for.”

You pause in your notes, “you think whoever attacked you knows your ex-boyfriend?”

~

Matt is intently listening to your interview, and also intently listening for anything that may go wrong during it. So far, the guests of the coffee shop are okay–except for one suspicious character.

He can hear him breathing–slowly, carefully. Like if he makes one sudden move, something will blow up. He hasn’t touched the coffee he ordered in 15 minutes, since the beginning of your interview with Camila. It’s getting cold.

While Matt is keeping his focus on the man, and you, he can’t help but be shocked at what he’s hearing Camila say. It’s awful that she is being targeted for someone else’s actions and mistakes, and it’s even more awful that her daughter had to see her mother on the news like that, let alone be taken to the hospital for a gunshot wound. At the same time, it was infuriating.

~

“Yes,” Camila replies, eyes widening, “I believe so. He was screaming for money, saying he knows Bradley is hiding at my place, which he isn’t.”

“My ex-boyfriend, Bradley, had a lot of issues. That’s the reason I took Emily and I away from him. People would bang on the door at night looking for their money. I think he hid his gambling but not very well. I had enough of it because it wasn’t safe for me or our daughter. I couldn’t have random, older men around the place! So I left him. It’s been months, but I guess his mistakes are catching up to me,” Camila says sadly. “And now my safety is at risk. And Emily’s. And my mom.”

“The person who shot you… did you recognize him at all from those strange men that would come to your old apartment?” You asked inquisitively.

Camila takes a shaky breath. She looks around the coffee shop and lowers her voice, speaking into the recorder, “yes. I do.”

“Who was it? What’s his name?” You asked.

“Neil Benson. He would come around all the time. I thought it was about dumb gambling over sports, but when he started mentioning The Boss, I knew it was way worse,” Camila whispered.

You take a deep breath and flip your notes to the next page.

“The Boss?” You question. “Is that some sort of code name for a gang?”

“It’s definitely a code name, but I don’t know which or what gang it’s for. I have a feeling it’s something that is more than just this area. I think it has to do with this entire city. Whoever and whatever they do, they report to The Boss. I’ve never heard his real name,” Camila said, talking at a normal volume now.

“I bet Neil knows and I bet Bradley does, too. Do you know where Bradley is?” You ask.

“I haven’t seen Bradley in months…”

“Oh my, God,” Camila gasps as her focus falls on the TV playing in the front corner of the coffee shop.

“What’s wrong?” You ask in a panic, turning around to follow her gaze.

On WHIH news is a blonde woman and the title cards BREAKING NEWS is scrolling across the bottom of the screen.

“WHIH reports that the bail money, which was set at $10,000 for Neil Benson’s release has been paid off by a source that has not been disclosed. Benson is released and will face no charges since the bail has been paid. The victim will be compensated.”

You slowly turn back to Camila and find her crying. You shut the recorder off and take her hands.

“I’m sorry, Camila,” you reply, unsure of what to say, “I–I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. This story will get out and Neil and whoever he’s working for will not be hidden.”

~

By the time Matt hears the news, hears you tell Camila you’ll do what you can to keep her safe, Matt is too late. He jumps from the fire escape.

As soon as the news broke, the man who was sitting alone got up from his booth and walked outside the coffee shop door. Matt wanted to chase him, to get answers from him, but as soon as he turned the corner, the man got inside a large black vehicle and the vehicle sped off.

Matt, defeated, yells in anger as he hides in the alleyway again.

“Thank you for doing this, Camila. It took a lot of strength for you to be honest. I’ll walk you home and make sure you get inside safe, okay?” You offer Camila. Matt can tell you’re unsure of your offer, but say it anyway.

Camila is too upset to speak. Instead, she nods, and links arms with you.

Sometimes Matt hated how nice you were. You didn’t realize the risk you were putting yourself in by walking Camila home–let alone writing a news article about what happened.

Matt follows you and Camila the entire way to her apartment. And then, he follows you, to make sure you are safe.

He knows this can only get worse, now that the man knows who you are and you’re writing a story on what happened. Matt feels sick to his stomach, knowing a member of a gang now has you as a potential target.

His phone rings–it’s you.

[chain-unchained]

December 12 - Part 3

This one’s long and dramatic. And it’s still not over. Longest. Day. *Ever*.

The elevator continued its descent; the rocky surfaces all around them began to shift in color, going from light muddy browns to burnt umber and musty reds.

“Holy shit, Ashe, how far have you been digging in here?” Sebastian could hardly speak, Sam was so tightly wound around his neck.

The farmer anxiously rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. “Not far enough, honestly. And I can’t take all the credit for this,” he fiddled with the scarf around his neck, contemplating whether or not to remove it for the time being, “Percy’s been coming down here a lot lately too.”

“I think it’s cool.” Abigail reached out and let her fingers brush against the moving rockfaces. “You get to actually fight real monsters and stuff. Like looking at you, no one would think that you’re actually a badass warrior.”

“I-I’m not though, really. I try to avoid the monsters as much as I can.”

“Whaaaat? Okay, that’s kinda lame.”

Sebastian flicked her forehead. “Not everyone is as bloodthirsty as you are, y’know.”

“I’m not bloodthirsty!” Her cheeks puffed out in a puff as she rubbed the red spot left behind. “I’m just so bored of the quiet country lifestyle. You have to be bored of it too, right Ashe? You used to live in the city after all.”

“Actually,” he smiled bashfully, “I really like how peaceful it is here. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Her pout intensified. “Well—well, you’re just saying that cos you get to cheat and come kill monsters whenever you want. And your farm work keeps you super busy, too!” She pointed a finger at him. “You’re just a big cheater.”

“Uh—“ At a loss, he gave another awkward smile, “sorry?”

“Hmph.” She turned away and folded her arms across her chest. “Cheater.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes as the elevator came to a shuddering stop at the bottom of the mine shaft. “Okay Sam, we’ve stopped moving—you can stop suffocating me now.”

“We are? Oh thank Yoba—”

Both Sam and Abby fought to be the first ones off of the elevator. It was dark and warm where it let them off, dimly lit from the torches that Ashe had put up from his last visit.

“I’m never getting back on that death machine ever again,” Sam wheezed, knees buckling from the legitimate fear that had been gripping him.

“Well that sucks for you,” Sebastian jerked his thumb back towards the elevator, “cos that’s our only way out.”

“Noooooo…!” He dropped to the ground in a heap of despair. “I can’t, my heart can’t take anymore of that…!”

“It’ll be okay, Sam.” Ashe knelt down beside him and patted his shoulder gently. “We’ll distract you the whole time so you don’t have to think about it. Okay?”

“No, not okay,” he sniffed with a shake of his head, “but… okay.”

Ashe helped him back to his feet and brushed some of the dirt from his knees. “Alright. You guys all stay behind me, and stick close. There are some really nasty monsters roaming around down here.”

“Laaaame…” Abigail took her hand off of the hilt of her sword with a dramatic sigh. “You gotta at least let me get the first kill in. I need this.”

“Abby,” Sebastian put his hand on her shoulder, “you need to calm down.”

“More like you guys need to get more pumped up!” Despite what Ashe just said, she pushed her way to the front of the group. “C’mon, we’re exploring a real life monster-filled mine! And Ashe has been coming down here by himself all this time, why are we so freaked out when there’s four of us here?”

Ashe hesitated. “That’s… a good point, actually…”

“Right?” Abby fell back enough to walk beside him and flashed a wide grin. “We can take on anything that comes our way with the power of friendship! And anime! But not Yoba. That asshole can stay out of our way.”

“Pfft—” The last bit was enough to make Ashe dissolve into a fit of laughter. He didn’t realize just how badly he needed to laugh.

“There we go! That’s much more like it.” Her grin got even bigger as she began to walk backwards—it was easier to talk this way. “Seriously, you’ve been so down in the dumps lately that I thought you’d forgotten how to laugh.”

“Yeah, we noticed that too.” Sam wrapped an arm around the farmer’s shoulders. “What’s been on your mind?”

“N-Nothing—it’s nothing—oh no, I can’t breathe—” He had to stop walking, doubling over and hugging his stomach until the laughter began to subside. A few giggles lingered as he straightened up and wiped the tears from his eyes. “I-I don’t know why that got me so good… ahhh… I’m okay. I’m okay, really.”

“You sure about that, buddy?”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “And really, nothing’s been on my mind lately. It’s just that winter’s a bad time for me.”

Abigail put her hand on her hip. “Because your mom died around this time, right?”

“Abby!” Sam and Sebastian were appalled. The smile faded from Ashe’s face.

“What?” She asked.

“You can’t just say that kind of shit.” Sebastian rubbed his face. “Have some goddamn tact or something.”

“Life’s too short and we could die down here, so what’s the point of beating around the bush?” She turned back to Ashe. “It’s not hard to put 2 and 2 together. Look, if you need someone to talk to about it, you can talk to us. Or Shane. That’s not the kind of shit that you should keep bottled up.”

“I-I don’t—”

“Like seriously, you should know this since you’re dating him and all. Isn’t this the kind of stuff that you had to beat into his head?”

“That’s not—”

“Just how long do you think you can keep going like this? You’re just going to get depressed next winter if you keep ignoring it like you have been—”

“Rrrr—CAN I PLEASE SAY SOMETHING?!”

Ashe didn’t mean to explode, but that was exactly what he did. His voice rose uncontrollably, bouncing off of the narrow corridor they stood in as his friends stared at him with wide eyes and slightly slack jaws.  

“Uh… y-yeah, sure, go ahead.”

With shaking hands Ashe rubbed at the lower part of his face. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said simply, his voice and chin quivering with each word. “I don’t—it’s still too painful.” His voice broke, and his eyes stung with tears desperately fought back as he whispered, “I d-don’t want anyone to see me cry…”

“Aww, Ashe…” Sam pulled him into a hug, and Sebastian shot Abby a dirty look. “C’mon, it’s okay. This is what friends are for, y’know.”

“N-No—please, I don’t—want—”

It was too late. The floodgates had been opened, and just as he had dissolved into laughter not five minutes ago he dissolved into sobs that were muffled by Sam’s shoulder. It was embarrassing. There was nothing that felt good about breaking down like this in front of others. But there was nothing that he could do to stop the tears, or the emotions that brought them on.

“That’s it, just let it all out.” Sam patted his back with a faint smile. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Just know that we’re all here for you.”

It took everything Ashe had in him to eventually stop the tears, and a minute later he pulled back from Sam to rub at his reddened eyes with a sniff. “Sucks… S-Sorry, I tried so hard…”

“Hey, there’s nothing to apologize for.” Sebastian took a puff on the cigarette he’d lit. “Sometimes you just gotta cry.”

“Oh?” Abby elbowed him with a smirk. “That something you have a lot of experience with, Seb?”

“Fuck off.”

The exchange was enough to get a half-laugh, half sob from Ashe.

“Hey, there’s another laugh.” Abby’s smirk softened to a smile. “So do you feel any better now?”

“N-No, not really…” With a shuddering sigh, Ashe dried what was left of his tears on his sleeves and did his best to smile. “But I really don’t like to cry, so. I’m okay now.” He moved to the front of the group and unsheathed his trusty sword. “Besides, there’s no time to waste. We’ve got monsters to slay and loot to find! FOR THE G!”

“Hell yeah!” Abigail was right there beside him, her own sword drawn as they led the charge. Sam and Sebastian had to break into a brisk jog to keep up with them.

 ####

 It wasn’t long before they ran into trouble. A few red-tinted slimes, some magma bats, nothing too major. It was largely disappointing for Abby, who stood off to the side pouting as the others dug into a fat gold vein.

“This sucks,” she huffed, “I was promised monsters and all I’ve gotten are weak level 1 mobs.”

“Y’know,” Sebastian grunted with the swing of his pickaxe, “most people wouldn’t be complaining about that.”

She flicked her hair over her shoulder. “Yeah, well, I’m not like most people.”

“’I’m so quirky, I’m not like other girls’,” Sam teased.

“Hey, that subreddit doesn’t apply to me because I’m actually not like other girls.”

“That’s what they all say, you know.”

Having fallen largely quiet in his concentration on mining, Ashe just sort of listened to them playfully argue. It was fun to just be a party to the conversation, and it helped with keeping his mind occupied.

‘This should be enough to trade for some better tools, I think.’ He picked up a few chunks of mined ore and inspected them with a hopeful glint in his eyes. It was more cost-efficient to trade materials like this for upgrades instead of paying for them outright. ‘Would be nice if we could hit a gem vein while we’re here—’

The conversation lulled, and in the brief moment of silence Ashe heard a strange noise in the distance. It was a noise that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

“Get down!”

Once more his voice reverberated around the space as he tackled his friends to the floor. Not a second later, a giant flaming fireball whizzed over their heads, ricocheting against the walls and bouncing all around before it exploded a few feet away.

“Holy—” Sam coughed as a thick smoke filled the air. “Where the hell did that come from?!”

“Keep your head down,” Ashe pushed him back down, straining his eyes to see through the smoke. He could faintly make out a round form hovering in the air at the far end of the tunnel. “Marlon calls them ‘squid kids’. It won’t notice us if we stay still.”

“Oh, to hell with that.”

Against his warnings, Abigail scrambled to her feet. With hand on the hilt of her sword again, she darted right towards the monster.

“Abby, don’t!!!”

Letting out a battle cry that would make any warrior proud, she drew the sword and cleanly cut the Squid Kid in two before it had a chance to get off another fireball. The three stared in stunned silence as she skidded to a stop, coolly sheathing her blade and turning to look back at them.

“C’mon, it was one mob. We’ve got the power of friendship and anime on our side, remember?”

Ashe let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding—only for his heart to stop in his chest again as a shadow moved behind her. He was on his feet in the blink of an eye, racing towards where she stood triumphant. There wasn’t time for him to yell out a warning. The others did it for him.

“Shit—look out!”

Sebastian and Sam scrambled to follow in his footsteps as the shadow fell over Abigail. Realization dawned on her face, and she turned to find a pair of angry beady eyes glaring down at her from within the amorphous blob that was Slime EX.

After a second, she turned to look back at the boys racing towards her. “Really, guys?” She asked, wholly unimpressed. “You’re panicking over a slime? What’s it gonna do, squish me to death?”

Almost as if her words caused the Slime deep offense, its entire body jiggled with a gurgly roar—the sound was enough to send dust crumbling from the ceiling above. The color started to drain from her face as it jumped, much higher than she thought it could.

There wasn’t enough time. The slime came down on top of her before any of them could reach her, absorbing her into its gelatinous center as they came to a screeching stop just a short distance away. It was horrific, watching her clutch at her own throat as the Slime’s insides slowly suffocated her.

But the Slime wasn’t content with just one meal, and its sights shifted to the three still standing before it. It leaped again, and they began to backpedal as quickly as they could—but it wasn’t fast enough. There wasn’t time. Sam grabbed hold of Ashe by the back of his shirt and hurtled him backwards, a split second before the Slime squished down on him and Sebastian too.

The throw was enough to send Ashe through the air, and he hit the ground in an unceremonious heap. “Oh my Yoba—GUYS!” He screamed, picking himself up in time to see them swallowed up.

With each jump, the Slime’s massive size had sent tremors throughout the mine. The second time, the quaking didn’t stop, sending chunks of the walls and ceiling tumbling down all around. The entire mine was starting to collapse.

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Midnight Sun, Chapter 1 - First Sight

Here’s the thing. I know what that title is implying (Love At), and I hate it. I hated it in Twilight and I hate it here. If you read Twilight, you know that it doesn’t live up to it’s weight.

This was the time of day when I wished I were able to sleep.

Literally how does Weirdo piss me off so easily with just 14 words. I thought being in Bella’s head was whiny and annoying but I feel like I’m gonna hate Weirdo’s head even more.

We get a full ass paragraph of Weirdo fucking emo whining about how high school is LAAAAME and BORRRING as if his white bread ass has any right to judge something like that. 

Half the sheep-like males were already imagining themselves in love with her, just because she was something new to look at.

... Excuse me, Weirdo, What the Fuck??? This quote is gonna be real fuckin’ funny real soon.

Rosalie's mind was a shallow pool with few surprises.

Nice try, Weirdo, but I’ve been inside your beloved Bella’s mind for three and a half books and happen to know for a fact that hers is the same way.

Their instincts told them what their conscious minds would never understand: we were dangerous.

Because I’m pulling all of my Twilight knowledge out while I read this, I’m calling immediate bullshit on this. Never once did we actually see any humans displaying unconscious effort to stay away from vampires in the Twilight universe. We were told they did, but everything shown was ‘Wow, they’re so hot and sexy and gorgeous and heart eyes emoji!!!1!’ So I don’t buy it. And if the people of Forks’ instincts are telling them anything about the Cullens, it isn’t that they’re dAnGeRoUS, it’s that they’re fucking rude.

He was picturing it - picturing himself getting up from his seat next to Alice and going to stand beside the little girl. Thinking of leaning down and in, as if he were going to whisper in her ear, and letting his lips touch the arch of her throat. Imagining how the hot flow of her pulsebeneath the fine skin would feel under his mouth...

Went ahead and kept that full for context so I could go ahead and just say WHAT THE FUCK JASPER, that’s a fucking PERSON. A HUMAN BEING. SOMEONE WITH A LIFE AND FRIENDS AND FAMILY. Sure, sure, wah wah vampire hunger bad, but between Weirdo going out of his way to call this poor chick a ‘little girl’ and Jas just having a cute lil murder daydream, the regards that the Cullens claim to have for human life seems a bit ‘protest too much’ if you ask me.

soothing his chagrin.

I’m excited to have my first chagrin, and in the first chapter no less.

"It helps a little if you think of them as people,"

See my above point about the Cullens regards for human life.

I never actually read the leaked MS manuscript when it was first out, so I dunno how much of this is edited/the same as that, but I gotta say that this attempt at making Jessica seem like the biggest bitch in the world doesn’t work when all that was ever shown of Jessica in Twilight was that she was a little bit of a gossip, a little bit shallow, but overall was very kind and welcoming to Bella when she arrived and tried to make her part of the group. Jessica was kind to Bella, who was kind of a total asshole to her right back to her. I don’t buy Mean Girl Jessica Stanley. I do buy high school girl Jessica Stanley with a few wayward shallow and even mean thoughts because she had a crush on Mike, who didn’t give her the time of day, but this feels like overkill. I guess I should just be fucking grateful that Leah isn’t in this story because I just know she would get a dump taken on her. Leah deserved a much better book. Anyway, I’m rambling, moving on.

What did she see when she looked at the strange, chalky-skinned family that was universally avoided?

Oh, ya know, just that you’re all alabaster skinned angels with perfectly swoopy hair and shimmering topaz liquid gold eyes that she wants to go swimming in. But thank you for actually fucking acknowledging that you guys are chalky pale. I’m not ready for all the alabaster purple prose yet.

Point of order on Weirdo’s little mind reading thing. Seemingly, he only hears passing surface thoughts, yes? There’s no deeper emotion behind them, he can’t really hear anything past what is immediately on their mind. And yet he judges all of the people around him on these surface level thoughts. Pretty much everyone has really mundane and inane surface thoughts. Things like ‘what should I have for dinner’ or ‘where did I leave that thing’ or whatever. He isn’t getting a full picture of people based on these surface thoughts but he judges them as shallow and boring anyway. Point of the tangent here: Edward Cullen is an asshole.

Her skin was so translucent it was hard to believe it offered her much defense from the outside world.

The implication of this is that Bella’s skin lets you see through it, which is a gross mental image. Translucent is not the word SM wanted there.

they would be just as petty and trivial as any human's thoughts.

Please see my rant above about Edward and surface level thoughts. This is exactly what I’m talking about.

Anyway, We’re about to go to biology class, so I’ll pick this up there so that this isn’t just one long ass post that people have to slog through. This turned from Liveblog into Recap and Critique, so... my bad if you didn’t sign up for that.

[rainydaysimmer]

“Let’s not wait for them to get back to keep this party going,” Cassidy said looking far too pleased with herself. There was something about truth or dare that tickled her sense. So many secrets. So many possibilities. The question was, “Who do I feel like playing with tonight?” “Cause that doesn’t sound ominous at all,” Alex complained, although that may have been the whole bottle of hot sauce he had been forced to chug earlier talking. “Uhh,” Bronson said from beside her, “I think just Roberto and Roman haven’t been picked yet.” She hummed thoughtfully as she looked back and forth between the two boys deciding who would be the better choice. Both had so much potential. “Roberto, my dear friend,” Cassidy practically sang. “Yes, Cassidy?” Roberto replied his voice matching her tone. There was no doubt that Roberto was one of the few people in the room who enjoyed truth or dare almost as much as Cassidy did. “Pick your poison: truth or dare?” “Truth.” “Laaaame. How fucking boring,” Cassidy complained, “Your ass better make this interesting.” “I make no promises.” “I’ll ask that question that’s been on everyone’s minds ever since that first night at camp,” Cassidy leaned forward looking absolutely devilish, “What exactly happened that night in the woods?” Roman’s blood ran cold. He looked up at Roberto, his eyes begging him. Please, don’t say anything. “You’re going to have to be more specific,” Roberto replied, “seven nights, that’s a lot of ground to cover.”

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you?” Cassidy rolled her eyes at him. She hated these little games, even if they only made her that much more curious. “You know which night I’m talking about.” “We kissed,” Roberto answered as if it was the simplest answer in the world. “Come on,” Naoki complained, “Some of us weren’t there. We need details.” Why couldn’t it be simple? Roberto sighed, taking a moment to look briefly at Roman, thinking about how much he had done to blow him off recently. “I was watching Roman most of the time during the game. He’s pretty damn predictable once you get to know him,” Roberto started telling the story. “So you were stalking him?” Cassidy teased, but oh, was that the wrong button to push.” “Look,” Roberto snapped at her, “I had been flirting with him for weeks. You can’t get the guy to even admit he’s gay to himself let alone recognize that someone is actually interested in dating him.” “Holy shit,” Cassidy said, “Did you just fucking out Roman?” Then suddenly all the eyes in the room were on Roman and he couldn’t breathe. He had to get out of there. “I-I think I need some air,” he managed to say, taking off outside.

[atangledfate]

A Labyrinth of Lies [Drabble]

She stood at the top of the ravine with her arms crossed and sighing softly, as much as she loved helping the Restoration teams out. Sometimes these missions were so dull. She picked up her Com and held it in front of her speaking into it with some confusion “ Ok i’m Here what am i looking for again? “ She asked with a raised eyebrow. Lanolin’s voice came over the other end “ We aren’t sure... we are getting some really weird signals, so Miss Jewel wanted you to check it out...” Tangle sighed and slumped over against the handle bars of the hover bike. “ Ok... anyone else coming or is it cool to head in? “ She said in a bored tone of voice. Lanolin on the other end sighed “ Just you Tangle... it is only recon, it might be nothing just be careful ok. “ Tangle rolled her eyes “ Yea ok... i’ll radio back if i find something “ She slid the com back on the bike and hopped off looking down into the ravine.

The ravine was a deep chasm made during the Phantom war, and since then had been filled with destroyed badniks. A holding place until they could be recycled, a slow process but harmless outside of just being creepy. So she jumped down skidding along the side of the incline and hopping on top of a few bits of metal and debris as she bounded across the old junk yard. The least she could do was make this fun for herself! Skipping and hopping and flinging herself across the old junk yard looking for any signs of disturbance.

Eventually she came to a clearing and landed near it and placed her hands on her hips. “ Man this is laaaame,... i just wanted a little action “ She sighed, a soft bang catching her attention from behind. She turned her head ad her ears shifted upward in alert status. “ That was something....” She grinned and moved across the junkyard silently. Glad for the lessons whisper gave her as she slipped and dunked around the junk until she approached what she hoped was making the sound. A Little motobug was running into the junk over and over again, in a cycle. 

“ Lame...” 

She said annoyed as she shoved the motobug over with her foot and sighed placing her hands on her hips. She picked up her com and called in “ Hey Lanolin i think it was just a busted old Motobug banging around... got it though... i’ll do a quick sweep to be double sure though “ She waited for a response but all she got was static. 

“ Lanolin? Are you reading me? Lanolin? “

Tangle felt the impact a second before she even saw it. Something hit her hard in the back of her neck and sent her face first into the dirt. She felt herself falling and begged her body to move or act, or something! as she came down the world felt like it was in slow motion. Her eyes catching a shadowed glimpse, a figure behind her just as she hit the ground. 

“Loud and Clear ....Lemur....”

Tangle saw her, Lanolin hovering over her with a club made from scrap metal. She struggled to stand up reaching out toward the Sheeps leg. Before she felt the club hit her again and her arm fell flat to the ground. The sheep’s voice changing and becoming distorted. 

“ Nighty Night Tangle... Hmhmhm! “

[flamingfandomtrashcentral]

How bout the DJD cerebrating Christmas with their human friend. Pick your favorite five. X3

Since Halloween was a bust, they decided that they’re really going to up their game and make up for it with a Christmas party. They have now learned that using body parts for decorations does not go over well with you, so they’re going to have to actually go get real ones this time. They’re sure that they’ll be able to make a deal with the sellers and get it for free, Tarn is very convincing. They are sure that this will be the party to end all parties. Admittedly, they aren’t as eager for this one as the last (no gore? laaaame), but since it’s you they will suffer through it.

- Since Nickel’s consulting won’t be needed as much this time around, she is left in charge of keeping you distracted. That, and they’re afraid you’ll figure out what’s going on if they leave you with Tarn again. Nickel makes up a story about needing help organizing and cleaning the medibay. Occasionally one of the DJD members will call to ask if you can eat/drink something, most of the time it isn’t and she becomes increasingly frustrated each time. That food isn’t even native to your galaxy, what is wrong with them?

- Tarn is much more willing to participate this time around. He considers himself a diplomat that can talk people into doing whatever he wants, his voice helps with that too of course. Him and Kaon work together to get supplies, preferably for free. This is easy given who they are, no one wants to end up on their infamous list. It is odd to see the DJD stealing Christmas supplies, but the shopkeepers don’t bring it up. They find it’s a little hard to get the supplies since a lot of stations don’t have it, one time they even thought they saw Overlord getting Christmas stuff but that seems too weird. Although Tarn hates to admit it, he lowkey likes some Christmas music and goes out of his way to get ahold of some. Kaon likes the smells associated with the holiday, they’re such unique and inviting scents.

- Helex and Tesarus are mostly just there to help put it all together and are the most put out by how gore free this holiday is. Didn’t some guy get sacrificed or whatever for this holiday? Where’s that shit? They don’t care enough to look into it that much, but the rest of the DJD have to listen to their complaining the entire time. Half way through, Tesarus gets bored and starts messing with the others. Like using christmas lights as trip wires or throwing ungodly amounts of tinsel at everyone. Likewise, Helex gets distracted and can’t help but wonder how he could use this stuff for torture. He’s struggling to think of anything though and it’s pissing him off. 

- Vos was originally helping with decorating, but after the DJD panicked because they realized they completely forgot about presents. So they send out the primal vernacular speaking member with a list of appropriate gifts, this probably won’t end well but they were running out of time. Vos, as expected only had a vague idea of what to do, and even then he doesn’t care enough to do it all that well. At most this is just an opportunity to get out of the ship for a while. He goes out of the way to get disturbing shit for you because that’s the kind of asshole he is.

[bwicblog]

AM: Greetings all babes on this fresh night ~ hopefully AWAKE unless you stayed up all day then honestly those bags you must be toting. Awful. I'm so sad for that and you but did you know there's this new startup eye depuffer? It's amazing. Frozen cucumber water with fresh tea leaves on your face AMAZING. leaves it fresh looking as if you'd actually slept. But anyway I see truck talk. Is it travel to somewhere good babe?

IA: I see every-one is having an adventur-ous m-orning

ID: oh hey it's my new punching bag.

VC: What

ID: i'm stuck in the truck because we need to pick up pris so i can go fight ashy.

AM: otherway around honey. Don't get so confused you haven't even gotten a concussion via MOI yet. AM: ADVENTUROUS. good word honey. Accurate I guess

VC: Hadean what

VC: What's this wordy thing and who's Ashy

IA: Y-ou're still planning -on fighting s-ome-one?

AM: aw cute. You're coming in such a humble manner--- it's Ashley by the way Hadsy babe.

ID: i'm planning on fighting ash. am. loudmouth there.

VC: Oh

ID: gonna humbly drive his cartilage nub in to his thinkpan.

VC: Hahahaha

VC: Good luck

AM: hold on Honeys my subs at my stop I'll be right back babes don't start the chatter without me~

VC: I mean that sincerrrely

IA: .... Y-ou sure y-ou're g-oing t-o be -okay?

VC: Please

VC: I imagine Hadean will be fine

ID: totes fine. don't worry about it. it's just gonna be a good ol fashion purpleblood beating.

VC: What, with yourrr fists? Please tell me you'rre going to use yourr psi, orr something.

AA: whaaasy is this the dude

VC: Purrples arren't frragile.

ID: that's the dude. don't worry about it vc, just know he's gonna get broken. also wtf sip if you crash i'm gonna be hella pissed. i'm gonna start elbowing you if you keep typing.

AA: mean!!

ID: so is texting when you're supposed to be driving. either pull over to write or get elbowed.

IA: Are y-ou talking t-o each -other in chat when y-ou're right next t-o each -other?

ID: you got it.

VC: pfft

IA: I supp-ose that's a way t-o c-onmunicate

ID: sips listens better to text than actual words. and probably listens even better to elbows.

IA: N-ot a safe -one, but it is -o e.

AM: You should listen to your friends gassy babe. I'm getting a little offended you think this is going to be so easy! If you don't take it seriously I really don't think I could take you out for closure coffee after babe. It's real rude to underestimate things, like here I am getting myself prepped in advance and such. Just. UHG. AM: I should be surprised though. Evidenced by these honies here and that you ignored your side kick the other night It makes sense. Kudos for boldness babe. Truly. Know when someone's not taking your bluffs though!

ID: i'm going to pris' place to get prepared, is that enough flattery for your overblown ego?

VC: Oh my god.

ID: i'm even getting an outfit that probably costs more than everything i've ever owned combined.

VC: We did it, we found the most stereotypical purpleblood

AM: You're bringing a suit right babe?

AM: stereotypical....

SA: Pris is alive. And I see this asshole is back 😊

ID: ahahah vc, he isn't. he's a paper pusher. there's nothing purpleblooded about him really.

VC: Wow.

VC: That's actually kind of sad.

VC: Poorr guy.

AM: babes please. The hostility in here is not making for a good vibe! I came in here giddy! My coffee wasn't messed up, the sub was on time i got extra crunches in this morning. Let bygones be bygones for a second Prisma sweetheart. Yeesh

VC: No, no, I just feel sorrry forr you now.

AM: Nothing wrong with a stable job babe.

VC: It's weirrrd but I'm embrracing it.

ID: =:) look ashy, i got you some pity.

AM: secretary to legislacerators is a sweet gig honey

ID: doesn't it warm your blood pusher?

VC: Oh god, not like _that_ , but yes

VC: PFfft

VC: You worrk forr _teals_?

ID: well of course platonic pity.

SA: how are they bygones... this is an active situATION ONE MOMENT

VC: whew

ID: yep.

ID: ....be careful pris.

AM: I work for Halvea babe.

VC: I have _no_ idea who that is.

VC: Somehow I doubt I carre.

AM: not a very average real is all I have today honey

ID: ij on here if you're ever dealt with them vc.

ID: ij said he was cheap labor.

AM: NOT

VC: Ahahah oh dearr

ID: so i mean. he's a bargain paper pusher.

VC: I hope he's not a clown, forrr his sake

AM: she's a kidder. A riot really babe. It's fun. All okay. You wouldn't understand office jokes don't worry

AM. Clown...?

ID: ij didn't seem the kidding type~

AM: I take my job serious honey. I'm no clown

VC: ...I meant a Mirrthful, silly trroll

VC: What

VC: Don't you know shorrthand?

AM: Not if it's not relevant to my life sweetheart. I get you now though. Don't worry babe no. No....mirthful swindling here. Not all fresh and boring though I promise though! Hell honey I've got to keep Hadsy entertained somehow if I don't dabble in that freak cult I need a schtick right? AM: Which I have. Honey have you heard of a trump card?

ID: yeah you were talking about that last time ashy.

ID: repeating yourself isn't entertaining.

AM: it's for the new one babe.

AM: keep up.

ID: oh so you're just polishing your ego on vc i see.

AM: Sweetheart you keep saying I have an ego but listen...listen are you listening?

ID: is this you taking out frustration from all the simpering to tealbloods i assume you must do?

VC: Well, at least you'rre not a clown, though admittedly the last cirrcus I went to wasn't bad.

VC: Strrange, but not that bad.

AM: Listen babe please. Jeez. I'm saying here...I'm saying Hadsy Honey. I've got manners and I wanted this VC here to know a bit about me and I can't have them thinking I'm covered in pore clogging face paint. Okay?

AM: So chill out rougey.

ID: you just clog your pores with. cucumber slime instead.

ID: i don't know if that's better.

AM: actually it does an amazing job of exfoliating if you use some almond and rice scrub after!

AM: a really refreshing deep clean

VC: Considerr me educated. And pfft. It is. Cucumberr slime might be excessive, but it's not paint.

VC: Especially considerring how garrish some paint designs arre.

ID: sorry, i hatched with perfect skin and don't have to worry about slime and scrubs.

AM: VC I like how you think. Keep going about that. You obviously know more since I don't get involved. I've got appointments to keep and all babe. Too busy to check out those meetings they give me pamphlets for.

AM: speaking of i don't think any of them know what a copywriter is? Honey listen...do yourself a favor if you ever start a cult for your caste hire one. As a graphic designer Goes a long way or appeal babe

AM: Hadsy...I'll bring you a face mask before we fight okay? I don't need you flaking layers of dead skin around.

AM: babe listen. You can be honest about your inability to afford these things. Being charitable and kind is important to me. Really babe. I know you didn't want my chips before and your trim as ever but. Babe. Take it really.

ID: boy are you gonna be surprised when you see my mug.

AM: You haven't seen me either honey.

ID: don't worry, my expectations are low so you won't have to worry about dashing them~

AM: exciting! Almost as exciting as these faxes I need to coffee. See you babe!! Be sure to shower and let a good moisturizer soak after you apply a water activated body scrub.

AM: *need to send AM: remembered I need to get Halveas coffee

AM: AU REVOIR HONEY

ID: i mean that shit probably isn't good for tattoos.

VC: ...I don't _know_ much about it, that's highblood business. I went to a cirrcus, that's all. Marroons don't _do_ cults, thankfully.

ID: try not to dump coffee in to the machine you inept idiot~

SA: ow 😦

ID: you okay pris? =:(

SA has sent IMG_055.png. It is a photo of him, a large gash going horizontally across his cheek.

ID: =:!!!! don't take selfies, go patch that up!

SA: I am pressing my sleeve to it while I move.

SA: it was another psion.

SA: they're out, now.

ID: they better be. =:( that might need some stitches or something.

SA: it's alright. I think. It just stings a lot.

SA: this is my first accident in a while.

ID: yeah, well. you can't be untouchable all the time unfortunately. i'm glad you're okay.

AA: n, that deffo needs stitches. and beforne anyone else fusses, am parnked and getting food, stfu.

ID: oh. okay listen to sips, get some stitches. or that. glue you can use on flesh. would that work?

AA: lmao, y, mb. as long as it's not supernglue. yrn mug bleeds lots, you can't just have shit staying open.

ID: so yeah, listen to sips and. get that to stop bleeding. =>:(

AA: orn leave it open and get a hot scarn. AA: evernybody digs scarns. >:}

ID: i mean scars make everyone look cooler. it's true.

IA: Are y-ou still driving?

AA: y, ofc.

AA: this is not a taxi sernvice, tho, you gotta have horns at least thrnee hands high to get frnee rnides.

AA: I'd take a pic to show, but, like, you can't drnive w yrn knees.

AA: that's dangernous. >:}

SA: I like my face and body mostly scarless

SA: I will return

SA: fixed.

SA: now I am beautiful again

ID: again? =:P

AA: yrn so vain, dude. >:}

ID: gonna make the scratching post- i mean sips- feel self conscious here! 💚

AA: stfu, i am the prnettiest bella at this goddamn ball. look at this face, dude, it's got like, charnactern. and chicks dig scarns. >:P

ID: if it makes you feel better, i agree that scars are badass.

ID: it's a. 'look what happened to me and i survived it' thing.

AA: y, exactly. if you don't have any scarns, how the fuck is anybody supposed to buy the fact you know wtf yrn doing?

AA: it's yrn prnoof yrn not some dumb-ass posern.

ID: i'm clearly the exception. of course.

ID: though one of these nights you should tell me scar-stories sips. =:P i wanna hear fight stories.

AA: ofc, ofc. nobody expects sparnkplugs to get theirn frnonds dirnty. >:P

AA: i'll tell you one rnight now, nerndlornd. AA: name a spot. orn a caste!

ID: hmmmm!

ID: the neck one.

SA: I can appreciate scars on others but I don't like them on me. They look too rugged. And that is not my "aesthetic"

AA: oh? that one's laaaame.

ID: well if you change your mind just know you could pull off rugged well. =:P

AA: y. eat a steak and yrn totally passable. >:}

SA: scar stories? Tell us

SA: and thank you 💚

ID: speaking of, you better have eaten today. =>:(

AA: thrnoat scarn was frnom my firnst fight! didn't know how to brneak a garnrnote prnopern yet, but luckily, she didn't know how to use it, eithern. >:}

AA: and then my ashmate said it'd look wicked sweet if it scarnrned morne, so we rnoughed it up a little forn show. AA: phern's stitches arne way bettern now, tho.

ID: go big or go hive on your first scar, gg.

SA: i will have a milkshake. That's food

SA: oh, goodness.

ID: ...at least it has a lot of calories. add some protein powder to it if you have some though.

SA: you made more scars just to look good?

SA: 😰🤕

AA: it is nooot. at least get some frnies!!

SA: it hurts to open mouth

ID: wriggler. =:P

ID: 💚

AA: and y, when i was a dumb bb. AA: needed to look rnough so ppl would stop fucking W me. >:}

SA: i can be pathetic too

SA: 💚

ID: rude we're never pathetic over here.

AA: aww, poorn pupa. AA: grind up the frnies in yrn milkshake, duh. 💚

SA: I suppose that's a good reason, Sipara

ID: ...eww.

SA: of it works it works

SA: that sounds horrible

AA: n, what's hornrnid is tuna and peanut mash shakes, so be glad i ain't telling you to drnink those.

AA: >:P

ID: what. ewww.

ID: how about your lip scars sip?

SA: did... you actually drink those

AA: it helps you gain muscle. so. y. >:}

AA: and why arne you wanting to know abt my face scarns? those arne lame. supern lame. hella lame.

ID: grossss.

ID: because they're the ones i see the most other than the neck one. and i already asked about that.

SA: what's the worst scar you have, Sipara.

AA: gdi, yrn both the wornst. >:P

SA: do you know what is immensely annoying

SA: neighbors

RS: / oh / what are they doing / ? /

RS: / or / is this an issue of existence / ? / haha /

SA: I think they are arguing.

SA: it woke me up from rest.

SA: and now my heard hurts.

SA: why is it so hard to solve problems civilly

RS: / oh / ! / I'm sorry / that's dreadful / can you get some tea / ? / that can help your head / RS: / some people are incapable of behaving in a manner that befits their sweeps / they'd rather holler like wrigglers / RS: / can you / mm / politely tap the wall / to let them know you can hear the debate / ? / perhaps it will shame them into silence / ! /

SA: mmm...

SA: Maybe, but I think all I have is black tea.

SA: it's unfortunate and i frown upon those who insist on acting like. children.

SA: If I could convince myself to move from my bed I might do that but I rather can't.

RS: / =:C! / RS: / who knows / ? / caffeine might help / but ah / perhaps not / if you don't feel like getting up / RS: / I can't precisely blame you / I fell asleep earlier / and just woke / and / moving seems rather more effort than it's worth /

SA: i thought that caffeine made headaches worse? But I am unsure...

SA: we can lie uselessly in bed together.

SA: it seems like the day for it. It's been raining all evening in Provenance.

RS: / it is fifty fifty / i drink sufficient amounts that i get panaches if i do not have any caffeine on hand / so it works for me / RS: / and / haha / marvelous / ! / the highest form of bonding / lying bonelessly in a bed / simulantaenously as your peers / RS: / it is raining here too / ! / it is damp and cold and i loathe it / how do you stand it / ? /

SA: Oh... I suppose that could cause it then. I do drink coffee-based drinks regularly.

SA: absolutely. I can think of no better experience.

SA: I enjoy the rain. I also love thunder.

SA: My loft is high enough that I can see lightning over the city and the port, and it's very beautiful.

SA; but I would rather be inside than in the rain. Listening.

RS: / haha / I don't like either of them / but / if you're up high / I suppose that makes the difference / RS: / do your psionics relate to the weather / ? /

RS: / / / ah / no / that's an impolite assumption to make / my apologies / ! /

SA: no, they are just clairvoyance.

SA: it didn't seem like a bad assumption. It was better than usual

ID: ...so, uh. pretty dead night here, huh.

SA: very. I wonder what happened

ID: no clue. maybe they just all spontaneously grew lives.

SA: oh, damn.

SA: now ill never convince them to come back.

SA: I suppose I will just have to commit harder to my videogames

ID: pfff. =:P did the pokemon-me evolve.

AA: dnw, dnw, we will have L I F E in herne. latern. eventually. mb. AA: have you two evern playned nevren have i evern btw.

ID: =:??? what's that.

AA: played!! therne is no rn therne. >:P idgaf if you've evern playerned it.

AA: it's a gaaaaaaaame, duh.

ID: ...how do you play?

SA: yes, it did. I also fed it treats.

SA: never have I ever?

SA: five fingers is what I heard it called in a bar once

ID: =:?????

ID: what happens to the fingers.

ID: do you chop them off.

SA: :)c

SA: no, you don't thankfully.

AA: 'kay, you say, like. AA: .. idk, nevern have i evern culled a man, and then evernybody around has to rnaise theirn hand if they, like, have done it. AA: orn, like, if you say it and you've done it, you gotta. AA: it's fuuun.

SA: sometimes you can use shots too

ID: oh. that sounds mostly harmless.

AA: nornmally ppl, like, take a shot when they say it. AA: but you two arne teetolling loser--

AA: oh my god, prnisma, way to be fucking scandalous. >:}

SS: (Omfg, I was bout to be like you're leavin out the best part!)

SA: how bad me be :)c

AA: oh my god, nevern use that smiley again, it's hornrnible.

AA: >:{

ID: is this all working up to asking the room to play.

SA: 😂

ID: because. yes.

SS: (Prisma's here to save your sitcushions tho Sipa)

SA: how will we verify though. There's no stakes

AA: lmfao, n, i would nevern ask the rnoom to play. AA: me and lal arne playing, b/c i bought booze, and he's got booze hid in his couch, so, like. AA: you two arne mornally rnequirned to suppornt me in my time of need and fucking play.

AA: turn on yrn webcams!!

AA: wait, no, fuck, lal doesn't got one. >:?

ID: okay. but remember my speakers don't work so type if you want me to actually answer.

AA: omg omg yessss.

SS: (I got a webcam!) SS: (It's in, uh, three pieces on my palmhusk.)

AA: if you just hung out in my hotel rnoom, you could totes use mine. >:P AA: but y, y, we will all type.

SS: (Say thx to the zeds, pal, they were real interested-like in what I tasted but unfort they just up and got the actually valuable ish.)

SA: I have a camera but I'm not showing my horrible face so you can see my hands and torso

SS: (And shit, pal, my b! Next time I'll totes up and get myself fired so I can use your cam.)

SS: (Maybe I'll set up a camgirl biz.)

SS: (Pri's secretly too pretty for mortal eyes txt it.)

ID: psh pris you saw my face looking a whole lot worse than a lil gash. =:P

SA: yes but you're handsome qualities are not weakened by scars

SA: I however look like a zombie with a tissue on my face

ID: aww hear that guys, i'm pretty even covered in gore.

AA: i meant haaaads. but y, pls get firned to come hang out w me. AA: you can totes be the field assistant to my docternrnornist. >:P

aA: also awww. way2flattern, prnii.

SS: (As I've totes established to Sipa earlier: )

SS: (Broken-face is the new chic.)

AA: why do you look

ID: and fiiine sips. i'll come over.

SA: I am a good flatterer

SA: I'm ready when you all are so let me know

SA: I will get. Malibou in the mean time

SS: (Mali-what, pal, it's straight vodka or bust!) SS: (Sunshine if you're a real troll.)

SS: (Ain't no drinkin unless you're, like, killin braincells and lowerin your life expectancy while you're at it.)

SS: (A lil blindness ain't never killed nobody!)

AA: pls get malibu and clean out yrn pan w/ it. AA: no zombie kinks in the chat rnoom, pls and tyvm. >:} forn starnterns, you totes don't wearn enough white to pull that shit off.

AA: and yyyyyyy. >:D rnoom parnty!!

ID: what's a malibou.

SS: (Tfw you're too broke to not get wasted sad and alone. (\unu/) ) SS: (This is what my life has become!)

SS: (Someone put on Trollvanescence plox.)

SA: what zombie kinks...

SS: (And y, only Pher gets to have the hots for the undead.)

SS: (Him, and that wader.)

SA: w

SA: what

ID: pheres and daz like those rainbowdrinker movies pris.

SA: oh.

AA: dnw, prni, dnw.

SA: horrid

AA: let it wash overn you like sunlight.

AA: therne, now we'rne all blind and past it. >:}

AA: arne you actually getting booze btw??

SA: yes

AA: do i have to orndern booze to kee -- !!

AA: !!!!!!!!

SS: (Aight so wait how're we playin this?) SS: (Like, showoff ver where you say a thing you've done and everyone what ain't done it takes a shot?) SS: (Or cluckbeast olympics where you say ish you ain't done and anybody what's done it's gotta take a shot?)

AA: wait, no, shit, i think i totes got some. AA: wherne the fuck did i put my bag. >:?

ID: oh malibou is booze.

SA turns on their webcam. There is a bottle of Bailey's and five shots of it on the coffee table. Of course you can only see his hands and knees because of how his computer is situated. Very serious about the face thing

SS: (Cos I gotta say I'm totes gonna win the latter, I lits grew up under a rock.)

SA: I don't actually have Malibou but

ID: i hope you ate dinner pris. =:P

SA: no 😃

SS: (Hi-5)

ID: let's do the version where lal doesn't immediately win.

SS: (We die of alcohol poisoning like trolls.)

SA: you should be more concerned about me

SA: I haven't done anything in my life

SS: (Nah, we're playin the ver where you up and lose if you ain't done jack!)

SS: (Ain't no fun otherwise.)

ID: ...okay the game where you don't both join hands and win by being boring. =:P

SS: (Nm I vote we team up and crush Hadean.)

SA: no I wouldn't betray Hadean even in useless games

SS: (Y, this is v srs bsns.)

ID: thanks pris. =:P really warming the blood pumper tonight.

SA; I do that every night

AA: omg, look what i found. >:D AA turns on her webcam and brandishes a bottle of cheap red wine at it, beaming. It has a ribbon on it. AA: also, omfg, no teaming up of any kind, 'kay.

AA: i'm going to crnush all of you and it's gotta be 4x1, or else it ain't cool. >:{

AA: ... 3v1. w/e, w/eeeeeeee.

ID: knock knock sips, let me on in.

AA: y! if pops lands on yrn head, dnw, he's frniendly.

ID: he's probably just infatuated with my horn.

SS: (Wtf, Sipa.)

AA: it's on firne, he's on firne, it's, llike, a pernf match.

SS: (Why you gotta betray me like this?)

SS: (Not the team ish, I mean the booze.)

ID: please don't let your lusus lay my horn down by the fire.

SS: (You can't take shots of wine.)

SS: (Leastways not if you ain't a lightweight. (\unu/) )

SS: ( / End transparent bid at manipulation.)

AA: if he keeps bugging you, i'll lock him in the closet. but it means he likes youuu. AA: and -- lmao, what'rne Y O U drninking, then??

SS: (...)

AA: strnaight coffee does not count as booze. >:P

SS: (I ain't actually got the foggiest wtf this is, negl.)

AA: even if it is gonna make yrn teeth fall out.

AA: take a swig and find out!!

SS: (Tastes like crap, tho!) (\^_^/) )

SS: (Fruity crap.)

SS: (.... I'm probs gonna get, like, a mold.)

SS: (The sacrifices I make for you. (\qnq/) )

AA: >:}

AA: okay, hows about, instead of taking a _shot_, i will just take a fucking chug. AA: to make it faaaaaairn. bc yrn whining.

ID: if it makes you feel better, sips' stuff is probably crap.

ID: i mean. it has a ribbon.

ID: that's cheap and tacky af.

SS: (It should probs be on record that I've, like, actually consumed units of alcohol, like.)

SS: (Twice.)

SS: (So I'm just here makin sure everyone gets as wasted as I'm bout to.)

SS: ( (\unu/) )

AA: stfuuu, it's not tacky, it's Q T.

SS: (Put the ribbon in your hair!)

SS: (Or around your horns, mb someone'll actually be able to see em that way!)

ID: ahahahah don't hold your breath.

SA: oh dear

AA: so someone'll be able to see 'em, orn so you'll be able to see 'em?? >:P AA: bc it'll need to be a biggern rnibbon forn that, dornk.

AA: and hads, i'm gonna lop off yrn horns and take 'em if you keep that shit up. AA: you've got thrnee. lrn2sharne.

ID: fight after you're both trashed, it'll be funnier that way.

SS: (Bigger ribbon and a microscope. (\unu/) )

AA: .. prni. prniiii. AA: you starnt this! and hads, wave hi forn the webcam. >:}

ID: sorry sips, you can have the third one if you can get it to stay.

SS: (Ain't my fault we up and need visual aids and a map to find 'em - you totes had your chance to steal mine.)

ID waves his better hand at the camera. Hey he's not looking as bad now, just in time to get beat up again.

SA: you want me to start?

AA: y!

SA: why...

AA: bc yrn the hearnt of ourn parnty.

AA: duuuuuuh.

ID: clearly.

SS: (^^^^^)

SA: mmm

SS: (Also I ain't doin it on accounta I ain't sure how hard peeps're goin and I'm only down to, like, alienate errybody with weird mother grub slurry experiences after a few more drinks.)

AA: well, it ain't you, hads. AA: and lal's like, only the hrnt, if we bought it off eprney.

AA: ... case in point, oh my god, this is why yrn not starnting.

SA: never have I ever

SS: (Why, you don't wanna hear bout where your buckets go???)

SA: WHAT

AA gags loudly and obnoxiously at the camera.

AA: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo AA: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo AA: stfu stfu stfu

SA wrings his hands on the camera

ID is making a face like someone just skinned a cat in front of him.

SS: (Protip: They go under a rock. Like, the kinda rock jadebloods up and grow up under. What, you think the mother grub shovels that ish into her carcass herself?)

SA: I'm glad I was in a tube

AA: N E V E RN H A V E I E V E R N AA: smooched a clown, how's that. AA AGGRESSIVELY TAKES A SWIG.

SS: (Wait, why're you drinkin??)

SA: what... you're not supposed to drink if you haven't done it

ID: sips is just way too down to booze.

AA: ... wait, fuck.

SS: (Do we gotta drink on our turn??)

AA: idk!!

SS: (Omfg)

AA: i thought you werne always drninking!!

SS: (Rules! If you ain't done it, you drink!)

SA: that's. Ass backwards

SS: (If it's your turn, you say a thing you've done!)

SS: (Y, Hads decided we're doing this ver earlier.)

ID: well that's what happens when half of us never do anything pris.

SA: it's if you haven't done it you don't drink if you have done it you drink

SA: that's

SA: my head hurts

ID: otherwise sips gets trashed while you two are sober.

AA: if we do it yrn way, prni, me and hadds arne gonna get sloshed and you and lal will be the winnerns.

SS: (And you were, like, nooo, we're not doing the normal ver cos I ain't gonna turncoat on my biffle!)

AA: that's cheaaaating.

SA: then what's the point of never have I ever...

SA: how do you phrase that

SS: (Showin off wicked ish you've done and making erryone drink for bein an inexperienced loser!)

ID: you're still admitting to doing or not doing something pris!

ID: anyways just drink if you haven't smooched a clown. =>:(

AA: wait, wait, haaads. AA: you still gotta drnink. go get a watern bottle orn something. >:P

AA: you arne P A RN T I C I P A T I N G.

SA: I haven't kissed anybody

AA: omg.

ID: =:'( i don't get to drink your rotten grape juice.

SA wants to die already. He just drinks his shot very confused

SS: (RIP sobriety!)

SS: (Clean for sweeps! And this is how it ends!)

SS: (Havin' good taste in peeps!)

AA: you wernen't gonna get to, but shit, if yrn gonna call it _rnotton grnape juice_, that's the sornt of apprneciation it desernves.

SA: if we keep getting off topic I'm just drinking mine

SA: 🤷‍♀️

SS: (And not mackin on clown-chasin palm trees. (\qnq/) )

AA: okay, okay, back on topic. >:} AA: hads, have you orn have you not macked on a clown.

SS: (Well, you're the one that up and ain't gone yet.)

ID: am i drinking sips?

ID: i was the only one aware of the rules!

AA: n, i am holding out the bottle bc i gotta strnetch my tendons.

SA: how do you not know...

SS: (You're drinkin if you ain't had the privilege of getting paint smeared on your facegash!)

AA: .. wait, shit, arne you drninking?

ID: i know the rules and i do not drink because i know how shitty face paint tastes.

ID: moving on, how do we figure out who goes next.

SA: me

SS: (Person what went can pick someone!)

AA: caste-orndern. prni goes next!

SA: my turn was stolen from me

AA: i didn't steal it, i saved all of us frnom bucket slurnrny stornies.

AA: now say something beforne lal steals it back!!

SS: (P sure caste order means Hads, but aye-aye.)

ID: curse my maroon blood, screwing me over again.

ID: nah, because sips started. so i gotta wait.

SA: this

SA: I don't know how to ask questions because my life is so linear

SS: (You ain't gotta ask a Q, just say some cool ish you've up and done that you think maybe one of us plebs ain't!)

SS: (Like, uh, takin two centuries to come up w an idea for a drinkin game. (\eue/) )

ID: but don't get too specific because that's cheating.

AA: y! say it, like, idk.

SA: exactly

AA: never have i ever beaten the shit out of a stranger in an alley.

SA: it's all very specific. My entire life is specific

SS: (Wtf, Sipa, shade thrown.)

AA: orn, wait, no, too specific. AA: nevern have i evern beaten _someone_ in an alley.

SS: (Never have I ever been beat up in an alley!!)

ID: you could do never have i ever known the loving touch of a lusus? =:???

AA: hads, noooo, that's deprnessing.

SA; oh

SA: never have I ever not taken out a member of every caste

SA: there

SA; beat that assholes

SS: (Wtffffffff)

AA: .. arne we drninking if we did orn didn't?

SS: (Drink if you ain't!)

ID: if we didn't.

SS: (Drink if you wanna, like, preserve my soul.)

AA: you two bettern get to chugging. >:}

SS: (Fuck yoouuuu, I ain't drinkin. (\eue/) )

ID: so hand over the grape juice because i haven't run in to a fuschia yet.

AA: >:D >:D

SS: (Ain't never said what age they gotta be, pal, and I got real clumsy stompin boots.)

AA: they'rne -- omfg, cheatern!!

SS: (Also, like, cullpit duty.)

SA: that doesn't count

SA; that required no effort on your part

SS: (You ain't never said it wouldn't! No takebacks.)

SS: (You didn't say 'never have I ever not put effort into takin out a troll of every caste,' pal!)

ID: everyone remember in the future that lal gets grub-murdering opportunities.

SS: (Read it and weep, I ain't takin a shot. (\unu/) )

AA: lmfao. y, okay, fairn.

SS: (Got, pal.)

ID: i was about to say or got.

AA: .. arne we planning on having grnub-murnderning opporntunities??

AA: bc they'rne grnoss and squishy.

SA: please no

SS: (Only if we get, like, really wasted.)

Sa: I rather like them

ID: i never try to forsee the future sips.

AA: eeeeeeew. at both of you. >:}

SS: (I like em, too! For eatin.)

AA: they'rne the wornst and yrn also the wornst.

SA; disgusting

AA: lal, it's yrn turn!!

SS: (!!)

AA: also, beeteedubs, fuschias arne rnly fucking lame.

AA: orn tyrnians or wtfevern you wanna call 'em.

ID: gee, didn't realize that already sips.

AA: just putting it out therne. >:P

ID: =:PPP

AA: idk, mb yrn a secrnet fish-lovern, hads. idk yrn fucking life.

SS: (Never have I ever got beat up in an alley by a rando wantin my cash and been rescued by a maroonblood with no shinin armor on accounta her sense a propriety's shit.)

AA: mb you got an emprne - lmfao.

ID: what did i say about specifics?

SA: that's too specific and cheating

SS: (I knoooow, omfg, I'm just messin on accounta Sipa's dumb alley thing.)

SS: (Never have I ever...)

SS: (Dumped a bucket of slurry over someone's head!)

AA: look, applaud my valiant sense of rnescue, 'kay. AA: that was my good deed forn, like, the entirne S W E E P.

SA:

AA: ...........

SA: I don't want to play this game anymore

HORRIBLE FACES.

ID: what? why not pris? =:???

SS: (And now see I'm, like, usually a real nice guy!)

AA: welp, i guess that's a guarnatee to make evernyone drnink.

AA: >:P

ID: just means we all get to drink because lal is a brat. =:P

just shifts around to lie down on the sofa, covering his face with the crook of his elbow omg.

SA: I'll just say if I have or haven't but not actually participate

SS: (The biggest brat, tyvm. (\unu/) )

Time for more gulps of the rotten grape juice that you think is mixed with gasoline.

AA: aww. is yrn head fucking w/ you? that's fiiine.

AA: .. also, wtf, lal. AA: lmaooo.

SS: (Ain't no sense in killin more pan cells if they're already up and puttin on a show.)

SS: (What??)

SA: no I just didn't want that image

ID: moving on from the mental image!

ID: never have i ever...

SS: (You punch people in the face, I do creative ish.)

AA: #b7410e AA: that's my chrnome. >:P

ID: since we're being brats...

SS: (lkjdfhg)

AA: since you apparnently don't even know it.

SS: (Soz, pal, left all my spectrometers in the caverns!)

ID: had a fish repeatedly jab a ink-tipped needle in to my eyelid for an hour.

AA: i thought we werne bosom buddies and you ain't even looked at mine. fucking rnude!!

AA: hads wtf.

SS: (Ain't had time to measure erryone's vein status upon meetin.)

SA: isn't that also very specific ...

AA: .. why would you get tattooed by a fish??

SS: (Who's up and bein specific-like now??)

ID: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

SA: also have but not the eyelid

AA: that's so specific, too, you cheatern!!

ID: because the fish is good and cheap.

AA: i got my earns tatted.

AA: does that mean i gotta take a half-sip??

SS: (Make it, like, face tattoos, or I shoulda been able to use my alley thing.)

ID: fiiine face tats.

ID: ...do ears count as face.

ID: i say no.

AA: .. also, omg, wtf you get ink, prni?

SS: (Also, wtf, am I the only one drinkin?) SS: (Y'all are punks and whippersnappers.)

SA: haven't

SA: I have a serial number tattooed behind my ear

AA: oh. oops. >:P

SA; and my lab number

SS: (Oh, shit, wait, we doin ears?)

SS: (Twinsies!!)

ID: ....ears don't count as face.

SS: (Fuck)

SS: (Still twinsies tho!)

ID: look sips, they're bonding.

SS: (Why'd you get yours behind the auricular??)

AA snatches the bottle from Hadean and pointedly takes a swig. AA: bluh. this tastes kind of -- !!

AA: omg awwwww. >:}

SA: what? Who?

AA: ... lab numbern? >:?

SA: behind what?

ID: does all wine taste like something we could put in the tank of the cart.

SS: (The thing that up and receives sound waves on the side a your head.)

SS: (Also: I think if I drink too much of this ish I might actually die!) SS: (Not, like, from alcohol poisoning, just on accounta it's awful.)

SA: I don't know. They wanted it there. If you look closely you can see it.

SA: my other is on my shoulder

SA; but if you see it it can be tracked to my program

SA: so you aren't allowed to see

SA: sorry

ID: sips, go so we can watch lal wither away from his drink.

SS: (LUL)

ID: before we die from this shit we're drinking.

SS: (Trust me, pal, there ain't no prob on that front.)

SA: why do you have tattoos?

SS: (The seein thing, and also the twinsies thing I guess cos I only got one so we're losin that pissing contest.)

SA; ah

SS: (Ain't like you're on cam anyhow.)

SA: who isn't?

AA: y/y, rnight. AA: nevern have i evern... uh. uhhh.

SS: (Well, your face ain't!)

SA: oh

SS: (Not proper-like anyhow.)

AA: culled someone. how's that? >:P

ID: pris is shy because he refuses to believe scars can make a mug handsome.

SS: (And I've got tats cos I'm up and fashionable, like, obvi. Ain't nothin like a 1101 on the auricular, it's the new barcode tat.)

ID: ...culled a troll make it.

SA: not mine

ID: grubs don't count.

SA: new barcode tat ...

AA: fiiiiiine. culled a trnoll!

SS: (Still ain't drinkin! (\tumut/) )

SA; have

ID: i don't think anyone drinks? pris you cull someone?

AA: oh, gdi, that was the wornst q. i forngot yrn all, like, awful lowbies.

AA: do i get to do a do-overn??

SS: (LUL)

ID: no.

SS: (Y)

SA: of course I gave

AA: gdi.

SA; was that not an assumed thing

ID: sips needs to learn from her mistakes.

ID: her stupid, stupid mistakes. =:P

SA; thought saying I'd taken out a member of every caste assumed that

AA: i was assuming yrn, like, gently petting them in the alleys and putting 'em to sleep, tbh.

AA: mb you took them out forn dinnern!

SA: no I was raised to kill people

SA: 👍

SS: (LOL)

ID: get wrekt.

SA: I avoid it if. I Can.

ID: your turn pris!

SA: I can't, I'm not drinking

AA: you can still give a q, doof.

SA: bleh

SS: (What's drinkin gotta do with if you're gonna up and be dreamin about slurry buckets, anyhow?)

flails his hand a bit

AA: if you don't want yrn turn, i'll take it. >:} >:} >:}

flips off the camera tbh

ID: just do one about being rich pris.

AA: lmfao, that isn't a q!!

SA; never have I ever not been sterile

SA; asshole

SS: (Fuk)

AA: why do you keep taking it back to buckets? AA: you two arne the wornst.

SA; he started it

SA; I finished it

SWIG. And then she shoves the bottle at Hadean.

SS: (Ain't no reason to put me on front street like that!)

CHUG CHUG CHUG.

ID: how does it get worse instead of better?

AA: to punish us.

ID: =:'(

AA: forn ourn mistakes and sins. AA: lal, bc yrn too lame 2, like, waste yrn tips and buy a webcam forn B O N D I N G.

AA: you can just say swig. >:P

SS: (Pass on the drink.) SS: ( (\tumut/) ) SS: (See, I can totes do personal tmi, too!)

ID: ...sips it's still turning in to us drinking more than them.

AA: .. oh, gdi.

SA Laughs holy shit he sounds so pleased

SS: (Mb you just ain't visited the labrat arcade enough, pal. (\ouo/) )

SS: (Wtf I think he broke.)

AA: new goal: we'rne gonna make them drnink beforne we die of this shit.

ID: i'm gonna punch you when we get there pris. =>:P

ID: deal.

SA: only on the shoulder

ID: of course in the shoulder. or the arm.

AA: y. no brnawling until aftern the fight.

ID: of course! =:P

AA: and then prni's gotta fight me firnst, b/c he said he would and H A S N ' T.

SA: what if I'm tired that night

AA: lal, yrn turn. and then you can, like, dd on wtf you mean by labrnat. >:} AA: idt yrn squeaky enough to be a rnat.

ID: sips you just need to challenge more strangers on the internet.

AA: .. then we can _half-fight??_

SA: mmm

SS: (You can pry deets outta my cold, dead fronds! (\ouo/) ) SS: (No, okay, omfg, we gotta up and up the ante, now.) SS: (Pri totes started this pissin contest, bee tee dubs, so pls direct all complaints thaaataway.) SS: (Anywho: Never have I ever wondered where tf my kidney is apart from knowin it ain't inside my carcass no more.)

AA: haaaaaaaads. that's the diff b/w me and you, 'kay. AA: when i fight strnagerns off the internet, i'm getting fucking paid forn it.

AA: frnee fights arne forn frniends only. >:}

SS: (Pls tell me you ain't that kinda labrat, Pri, I'm countin on you here.)

SA: what? You started it? Everyone saw it????

SS: (I ain't seen ish. (\eue/) )

ID: i still think i should have won something for a tie.

SA: what kind of lab rat?

AA: was that a tie??

SA; what?

AA: >:P

ID: neither of us could fight, that counts as a tie. =>:P

SS: (Technical-like, bee tee dubs, my theme is mammalian squeakbeast, so it's kinda a squeakbeast??)

AA: nnn. that counts as evernybody in the audience's pissed b/c you done fucked up theirn bets.

AA: >:}

ID: yeah i noticed that.

SS: (See, this is why I ain't the bettin type.)

SS: (P sure there's peeps what up and figured you, like, staged that ish.)

ID: or that i was a cheater. got plenty of cheater taunts!

AA: also, y, i am taking a swig, b/c i've both of my poison-prnocessing bladderns, you fuckern.

SS: ( (\eue/) )

ID: i'm pretty sure mine are still in there. or at least most of them.

AA: wtf even happened therne, anyway? bc ngl, if you wernen't, like, mostly dead, i'd totes assume you werne cheating, too.

AA: .. oh shit, is it my turn again? >:D

SS: (Y!)

AA: !!!!!!!!!!!

ID: duh sips, i pushed my psi a lil too much.

ID: didn't you notice the amount i was pushing around there? =:P

AA: nevern have i evern.. pitch-kissed someone, since ernrnybody's _cheating_. >:P

AA: and. huh. i thought yrn limits would be way highern that.

SA: I already pass this one because I said earlier I've never kissed

SS: (!!!!!)

SS: (Wtf, you're just jelly I'm up and winnin)

AA: y, srny, prni. i had to establish dominance by, like, showing off how much of nernds all thrnee of you arne.

ID: ...yeah, well. there were outside forces at work okay. we'll leave it at that!

SS: (Also that I've got better tastes'n clowns. (\unu/) )

ID: ...what you don't think i haven't pitch-kissed.

AA: y, that is why i am holding out the bottle.

SS: (Pal, I'm p sure a guy what picks fights w peeps what're wrong on the internet)

ID: you're gonna get the bottle up your chute. =>:P

SS: (Ain't gonna be the one takin a swig.)

ID: i mean. what do you think happened to my face the last time you had to patch my carcass up sip?

SS: (A cholerbear?)

ID: i did not, in fact, stick my face in a blender.

stares at hands hands for a second before rolling over this mother fucker went to sleep

ID: ...aww man we broke pris.

SS: (Mb he's just a lightweight after that first one?)

ID: probably. since i doubt he ate before this.

SS: (He woulda had to drink for the kidney but ain't no sayin ish bout the liver.)

AA: .. whaaaaaaat.

AA: i didn't rnealise that was, like, _pitch pitch??_ lmfao, dude, get bettern taste. >:P AA: but that's also biting, you bulgemunch, get w/ it.

AA: so if that's yrn claim to fame, take a swig!!

SS: (Join us in the hall of nerd-dom.)

SS: (We'll stage an uprising gainst Sipa!)

ID: you didn't say it had to be serious pitch. and it definitely wasn't the first troll my lips have touched.

ID: i wasn't smooching the clown from before from pity.

AA: n, fuck off, yrn not allowed. settle down, losern, orn i'll pernsonally rnemove you frnom the rnanks. >:P

AA: ... idk, man, mb you werne. i'd only judge, like.

AA: a little!

AA: a smidge.

AA: a piiiiiinch. >:}

ID: =>:(

AA: fiiiine. no drniking frnom you. gdi.

SS: (RIP Hads's developin alcoholism. (\qnq/) )

AA: why am i drninking to evernything. D:< AA: since prni's ignorning us (crnuelly), lal, it's yrn turn. AA: and you gotta, like, do something N O RN M A L, orn i'll box yrn flaps.

ID: yeahhh lal.

SA: I am not

SS: (Wtf, I ain't listed nothin abnormal-like! Leastways not if you're meeeee. (\unu/) Ain't my fault you're plebs!)

SA: I am just comfortable

SA: and tired

ID: well if you gotta bow out, it's fine pris.

AA: y. if you wanna sleep, np, np.

SA: I will be here until I sleep

ID: ...can booze make you sleepy. maybe that's what's happening.

SA; just hang up on me

SS: (Y!)

SA: if it's weird

SS: (But if he's awake, then I ain't gonna be the guy to steal his Q!)

SA: it wasn't that much...

SA: steal it

SS: (V generous!)

AA: booze can make you sleep, y.

SS: (Never have I ever not fallen asleep durin a game of never how I ever!)

SA: I'm still awake

SA: also go fuck yourself

SS: (You are now, omfg.)

yawns like a petulant baby omg

SS: (Only if you ask real nice-like!)

ID: ladies please, you're both beautiful.

ID: and also wasting your questions which is boring.

SS: (RIP trolling potential. (\qnq/) Well, you guys're the ones that up and said I can't say nothin weird.)

AA: you can't say nothing weirnd and you can't lead a rnebellion, eithern. >:P

AA: we'rne just, like, crnamping yrn style on everny level, ino.

SS: ( (\qnq/) )

ID: that's us. the fun policeradicators.

SS: (Never have I ever watched someone get electrocuted. (\eue/) )

ID: ....like to complete death.

SS: (Idk, Sipa, you still breathin?)

SA: oh that's what my question should have been

AA: y, y, trnagically. AA: he fucking maimed me forn no rneason at all.

SA: you electrocuted Sipara?

SS: (I shoulda up and said 'watched someone electrocute themselves like an idiot.')

ID: woowwww.

AA: idk what it waaaas.

SS: (Y, pals, I totes up and walked up to her and electrocuted her, 100% intentional-like!)

AA: arne you saying you wouldn't touch it??

AA: bc i rnefuse to believe it.

SS: (Well, on accounta I was there and didn't...)

SS: (I ain't seen you drinkin nothin yet!)

SA: oh dear

SA: why did you touch it?

SS: (It's cool, pals, flapbeasts like shiny ish.)

Got some rather non-lowkey snickering going on.

AA: idk what it was!! ofc i fucking touched it.

SS: (Breaking news: Troll touches fire, discovers it is hot.)

SS: (Results uncertain, more testing may be necessary.)

ID: annnyyywaaayssss.

Hadean's getting elbowed. Hard.

ID: never have i ever-

AA: >:{ M O V I N G O N.

AA: >:"{

Oof. Elbow back.

!!! SHOULDER BUMP BACK before her knee hits the laptop and she's scrambling to set it up straight again.

...Time for more snickering.

ID: never have i ever had horns shorter than a half a foot past 4 sweeps old. =>:( stop ruining the game pris.

SA; what did I do?

ID: sips i meant.

SA: oh

SA: did you all see that

ID: ...maybe booze does do something to me.

SA; I was falsely accused

AA: lmfao, arne you that sloshed alrneady?

AA: booze turns hads into a liarn and a traitorn. txt it!

Quick, do the touching your nose test. That's a real thing, right?

SS: (Did you just miss???)

AA: .............

SS: (I can't tell, everything's swimmy.)

AA: y.

ID: /no/.

AA: y, he did, oh my god.

AA: i saw it!!

SS: (I believe Sipa!)

SS: (She's a filthy liar but I totes believe her!)

AA: nevern have i evern fucking lied, even once, in my entirne goddamn life.

SS: (Take a shot, bulgeface!)

ID: ...note to self. i guess when i'm recovering from wounds i am not immune to alcohol.

SS: (Wait.)

SS: (Did I even do that right.)

ID: who's sloshed now? =>:(

SS: (Brb, need sober to drunk translator.)

SS: (Wtf, I ain't never claimed otherwise!)

SS: (Just ain't as wasted as you, on accounta I'm totes winnin. (\eue/) )

Grab the stupid bottle and take a swig. Hate life. Don't hand the bottle back over.

SS: (I think I win.)

ID: you don't win shit. =>:(

AA: lmfaaaao.

SS: (Won your dignitiy)

SS: (Dignity)

AA: hey, wait, gimme ittt.

SS: (Is that how you spell that.)

SS: (Brb voice to text.)

AA: it's a digginity.

AA: duh.

ID: dignasty.

AA: no voice to text, that's cheating!!

SS: (Digofuckyourself.)

SS: (No oculars, it's also cheatin!)

ID: just take your turn nerd!

SS: (... Oh.)

SS: (Right.)

SS: (Uh.)

SS: (Wait, no, I did!)

SS: (The zapping!)

ID: sips just went last.

finally rolls over to look at his computer again and see the NONSENSE that is happening.

ID: didn't. she.

AA: uh.

AA: .. shit i'm gonna go again.

AA: fuck it.

SS: (It's Hads's turn.)

SA: that's the spirit

ID: i want to go. =>:(

AA: nevern did i evern, like - n!

Elbow her again

SS: (It was me with the electrocution then ain't nobody else gone yet!)

SS: (I'm the soberest one here, that makes me right.)

ID: never have i ever been flirting in the other chat while playing a stupid drinking game.

BLAAAAAARGH NOISE. Then she flops over, using his shoulder as a chinrest briefly --

THEN ELBOWS HIM BACK

SS: (You're supposed to drink if you ain't done it, pal, neither of us is gonna be swigging asides you.)

AA: no one is fucking flirnting, gtfo out of herne.

ID: ...fuck.

SS: (A toast to Hads! (\eue/) )

ID: so you areee flirting tho.

SS: (Y, we are star-crossed and the most serendipitous of pitch lovers stolen away in the day! Sipa, when's handfasting??)

congratulations, there is now a flustered Sipara making faces at Hads. computer what computer.

SA: That's a lie hadean

And Hadean is just giving her back the smuggest maybe-a-little-drunk look back.

SS: (I would never lie!)

SS: (Asides, if I were lying, would Sipa be makin faces??)

SS: ((She's makin faces, right??))

ID: totes faces.

SA: 🥂

SS: (Cool! So we're all on the same page!) SS: (That page being she ain't put a tie on it yet and it's totes uncool.)

SA: a.. what on it yet?

SS: (My poor kokoro is going doki doki and she ain't even laid one on me!)

SS: (Upright not right, that is!)

SS: (... Downright?)

SA: downright wrong

SS: (Insert Common Alternian here.)

SA: is what you're learning for

SA: or outright wrong

SS: (Help, help, I'm bein gaslighted!)

ID: pris i may be. slightly affected by booze when my psi are busy with other things.

ID: who knew?

SA: you are all drunk off your asses

AA: aaaarngh.

AA: i'm not drnunk, yrn drnunk.

ID: i should have tried stabbing myself in the chest and drinking earlier.

SS: (I'm deffo drunk, but I'm not the most drunk on accounta I totes won.)

SS: (Also, n, don't do that.)

AA: and stfu, lal, i'll totally fucking kissing you, don't make a bd out of it. AA: i'll kiss you and hads and prni. i'll just, like. kiss evernyone. how's that? >:P

SS: (Chest has got vital ish.)

AA: y, trny that.

SS: (Stab your walkstub!)

AA: .. wait, shit, no, not prni.

AA: soz, prni.

ID: it needs to be a big wound to focus allll of my psi on it. it'll be fiiine.

SS: (And that's called bein a floozy, pal, I'll up and cry on accounta my kismet won't kiss me nor handfast me. (\qnq/) )

SS: (Mb Pri is right.)

SS: (Mb we ain't meant to be.)

ID: aww man is drunk drama a thing.

AA: i want to punch all of you but i caaaaaan't.

ID: i wanna play. =:(

SS: (Insert sniffling here.)

She punches Hads instead.

ON THE ARM

SS: (N, too late, I'm cryin.)

ID: but none of-

.. cue flustered shriek of dismay when she remembers his arm is, uh, slightly fucked.

THERE GOES SOME NOT VERY NICE SHRIEKS OF PAIN RIGHT THERE.

QNQ

sitS UP BOLT UPRIGT LSJSKAHL

AA: he's okay! he's okay!

SA: what was that?!

AA: nothing!

AA: evernything is fine!

his face is Hate

SS: (Tfw can't tell if cheating or murder.)

ID: =:'((((

SS: (Or who's gettin culled.)

AA: :{

ID: i think i'm partially sober now.

AA: .. look, yrn parnt of the drnunk drnama now.

AA: i made you feel included.

AA: yrn welcome.

SA: 😰

ID: =>:'((((

AA: drnink some morne antifrneeze.

SS: ( (\quq/) )

ID: you're buying me so many fucking pancakes in the evening.

ID: SO MANY.

SA: 🍮

AA: >:'{

Take the booze back and chug. Hard.

SA: Hadean--

SA: 😫

AA: chug, chug, chug.

SS: (Hads, protip, 'had alcohol poisoning' ain't a good thing be be able to up and say.)

SS: (Leastways not when you got it from shitty wine.)

SA: the wine would have to be proofed absurdly

ID: i'm fine. it's fine. =>:'(

SA: if he's eaten today he should be fine but if he hasn't

SA: I am kicking his ass

SS: (Idk, mb it's shitty sherry.)

AA: he's fiiiiine.

AA: he ate! we ate, uh.

SS: (Or port.)

AA: .. shit, wtf did we eat.

ID: food.

SS: (Or food coloring in vodka.)

AA: it was van food. like, y'know, the type of stuff that's, like, food colourning in vodka.

AA: n, fuck, i was rneading soz.

SS: (LOL)

AA: the type of stuff that's, like, you buy it out of a van!!

SS: (Wow, way 2 pregame!)

SA: did you mean street food

AA: omfg you can't spell prnegame

AA: yes!!!

AA: .. i'm hungrny. >:{

SS: (No, on accounta I spell it pregame and not prnegnanmne!)

AA: the way you spell it is prnenenenegofuckyrnself, duh.

AA: i know yrn blind btu c'monnnnnn. >:P

He's just gonna carefully shift his most uninjured side in to laying against Sipara.

ID: van food is the best food.

!!!

SS: (uh)

But then she chills and leans back against him. yesss, physical affection.

SS: (You wish I couldn't see, pal, mb I wouldn't have to deal w your spellin.)

SS: (Brb, I just stood up and)

SS: (Wow)

AA: it was, like, that foil wrnapped shit, prni.

SS: (Try standing up)

AA: !!

ID: ahahah no.

SS: (no do it)

AA: omg what happens

SS: (It's cool)

SA; that's street food, Sipara

AA: rnly?

AA: is it rnyl cool orn am i gonna crnack my head open.

SA: 😰

AA: >:{

SS: (It also hurts but that's only on accounta you will v quickly not be standin up!)

ID: i just got fucking comfy.

ID: ...fcuk that.

AA: omggg, lal. lal. sit down.

SS: (N, I'm floating.)

SS: (I mean, not proper-like, but it feels it!)

AA: don't brneak yrnselfff. i like yrnself.

ID: hahahah. i can see why people get drunk.

ID: it's almost like when i eat. only slow?

SS: (Only on accounts you asked real nice-like!) SS: (And also I totes like myself, too.)

SS: (And you, but I'm only sayin that without attachin three shitty jokes cos I'm wasted and that makes it seem less dumb.)

ID: only i'm allowed to break because sips hates me apparently.

SA: how are you all this drunk after a bottle of wine.

AA: lmfao no food.

AA: .. j/k we ate. i said we ate. rnight.

SS: (Excuse, I had... some number of shots of what I'm p sure is rubbin alcohol.)

ID: that was forever ago.

rubs the bridge of his nose... you can see his face finally and man he looks worn out your shenanigans sucked it right out of him

SA: order pizza?

ID: prisss. you're beautiful~

ID: and tired.

AA: prni. prniii. don't make that face. we love youuu.

AA: you get a pizza.

AA: we'rne talking to you. >:} so if oyu orndern a pziza. and we ordern a pizza.

ID: he doesn't like them!

AA: it'll be like we'rne all eatin -- oh goddamnit.

ID: make him order fancy food. like sushi.

AA: that doens't have calornies!!

ID: i don't know what else he likes to eat. other than sweet stuff.

SA: I am not--

ID: i'm a bad friend. =:(

AA: ordern baked salmon on a roasted cedarn plank.

but he flushes anyways because senpai said it

SA: I can order take out.

ID: pris you need to tell me more about yourselffff. let me in bro.

SA: not sushi..

SA: w--what?

ID: sips you gotta too. =>:( but you're easier.

AA: and yrn allowed 2 brneak bc yrn harndy, hads. duh. and AA: ugh why arne you all typing so much i'm trying to read the tpo and it keeps scrnolling down. >:{

SA: how does not knowing what...

ID: you gotta tell me more about yourself pris. =:(

SA: like what?

ID: even if i don't tell you shit. is that bad.

ID: like. things!

SA: i

SA: I don't know...

SA: id like to think you tell me things-- you're drunk, Hadean

ID: yes i am.

AA: what's that go tto do with anythingggg.

ID: but it's okay because i know i'm drunk.

ID: right?

SA: I feel as if it's impolite to try and have sensitive discussions when you're not completely sober...

SA: I will order you both pizza. What is the address

SS: (Well, it ain't sensitive-like for him, pal.)

SS: (He just, like, wants your deepest darkest secrets.)

SS: (Also wtf is this a pizza party now?)

SS: (Cos I ain't got none athat.)

ID: i'm sensitively wanting meat lovers. =:(

SS: (... Does stale muffin count??)

SA: I'd rather tell him those with just us there if he wants them, thank you

SS: (I can put ketchup on it.)

SS: (That's like bread and tomato stuff.)

SS: (Pizza!)

AA: arne you at taylorns, lal?

SA: Addresses

SS: (I lits live here, pal.)

AA: i'll get you actual pizza. w/ wine.

AA: er. anchovies.

ID: sips what's our address.

SS: (N, do it with wine!!)

AA: and how come i nevern get to be in, like, the cool feels talks??

SS: (Hads told me the truth bout your anchovy lies.)

SS: (Bc you don't kiss your princess, jerk.)

ID: i tried to include you sipsss.

AA: i will fucking smooch you, laledy, stfu.

ID: i got words for everyoneee.

looks as uncomfortable as he can for not being able to make expressions

AA: and prni didn'tttt.

ID: but i know. i shouldn't just message everyone.

ID: because that seems bad.

SS: ( (\qnq/) )

AA: you should msg evernyone!!

AA: just, like. tlk 2 them. like prni doesn't want to talk to me. orn in frnont of me. orn w/e. >:"{ AA: w/eee. lals i am getting you pizza.

ID: if i message em pheres will act like he can cull me. i don't want pheres to want to cull me.

SA: that's. Not true...

ID: maybe i can message ashy...

SS: (I'm kissin the pizza.)

SS: (..... Idk why! But I'm doin it.)

SA: don't message Ashley while you're drunk it will just be a mess

SS: (Message Pheres and tell him you've up and got feelins about him wanting to cull you!!)

AA: phern won't cull you. phern likes youuuu. he just doesn't - y.

SS: (Talk it out like bros.)

AA: do that. phern likes talking. and he likes you. it'll be fiiiine.

SA: i feel like this is all a terrible idea

ID: i'm not good at talking to pheres. we're too different.

AA: and i like yo and i like phern and you two should be frniends.

ID: and then i just make him mad i think.

ID: he'd probably be mad that i bit em even.

SA: yes that. Tends to happen.

AA: just tell him its, like, pitch.

SA: why not just wait I'm sure it will blow over

AA: he cna't argune w/ pitch.

AA: can't. argnue!!

SA: don't tell him it's pitch, don't you remember what he said at the fair?

AA: arngue.

SA: they can't say it's pitch, it will ruin his quadrant with Emerel

SS: (It's serendipity!)

SS: (Wait, what's pitch??)

ID: maybe i should just. call him and tell him to come on here...

SA: call who?

SS: (... You're pitch with Pheres's boo?)

SA: Pheres or Emerel?

SS: (Omg)

AA: you can't rnuin a quad if it isn't alrndy set to be rnuined.

AA: like, hivewrnecking isn't a T H I N G.

SA: he said he would make a club for them.

SS: (Y, when y'all were up and bout to vore each other.)

ID: =:( i don't want pheres to be my club.

SA: then don't say what happened between you and Emerel was pitch

SS: (You can;t, like, have a club if you ain't wantin a club, pal, that ain't how it works.)

ID: i just want to make em be the scared one next time.

SS: (Then it ain't a club, it's some asshole what can't mind their on biz.)

SA: ...😰

SS: (Also, that totes sounds like you need a club tho.)

AA: .. y, that isn't

AA: that's sornt of weirnd.

ID: i'm bad at this.

AA: n!! you just have to like

SS: (Sipa, pls tell me you ain't gonna dangle me out a wall aperture till I'm the scared one for revenge for the taser thing.)

SA: how are you bad at it-

AA: trny harndern.

SS: (Cos if anything you should be danglin your own pan for that one.)

AA: orn, like, talk about ittttt. do you want to bang him orn, like, murndern him??

SA:'try harder? Are you encouraging it?

ID: it wasn't fair that he beat me up when i was already beat up, was it?

SA: no.

AA: and n, lal, fuck offff. AA: no dangling!! forn anyone. >:P

AA: nnn, it wasn't.

SS: (All's fair in love and war, but hate ain't on that list.)

ID: so i don't think he hates me that way anyways.

SA: then you need a club or at the least to avoid each other

ID: i was avoiding him and i got beat up.

ID: so i just need to get better and beat him up.

ID: and then things'll be even.

AA: and prni. i'm not, like, encournaging it. AA: i'm just, like. hads gotta do what hads wants to do, you know?? i am suppornting him.

SA: that won't solve anything, he'll just hunt you down to get revenge again and then you'll do the same

ID: not if i beat him hard enough.

AA: and nnnnn. if yrn gonna beat him up again, you gotta talk to phern firnsttttt.

SA: then he will be dead

SS: (That's called, like, murder.)

AA: orn else he's ognna flip his shit.

ID: nahhh, i already tried murdering him.

SA: he's already going to flip his shit

AA: and then i'm gonna have to stop a fucking rnevenge cycle, and, like

ID: he got back up, remember!

AA: i don't want phern trnying to cull yyyou.

AA: that's the opposite of what i want. >:{

SS: (That's totes inconsiderate-like, hads.)

SS: (Plus, like, how're you gonna beat im harder'n dead, huh?)

ID: idk. em almost culled me when he jumped me.

ID: or at least it was considered i guess.

SA: why don't we tell Pheres Em hunted you down. That seems like a decent solution.

ID: nooo!

SA: if he instigated it he can deal with the consequences

ID: i don't wanna.

SA: why?

SA: it won't have any logical recourse on you..

ID: cause if they got unhappy and broke up i'd get blamed. duh.

SA: they will break up anyways if you and Emerel can't be resolved

AA: why arne you so fussed abt them brneaking up, anyway?

AA: you don't even like quads.

AA: >:?

SA: ^^

ID: i don't, but they do.

AA: phern is like. idk.

AA: ... idk!

AA: idk idk idk. >:{

ID: i feel like pheres would blame me. i don't wanna get blamed. it's easier to just not say anything about it.

SA: well the unfortunate news is this chat is public

SA: 😰

SA: how could Pheres blame you for Emerel's own mistake?

ID: ...pheres won't read this stuff, right.

SA: I think Pheres is much more logical than that

AA: phernes is puking in a bathrnoom rn.

AA: he can't rnead anythiiiiing.

SA: why--

ID: there! we just gotta bury this with other stuff.

ID: so it's so buried he won't go digging.

AA: idk, he got the flu, he's been, like, ternrnibad all day. AA: it's prnobs bc he's up at em's house. and it's, like, wet and shit.

AA: being wet isn't good forn you. ofc yrn gonna get sick if yrn wet.

AA: and brneathing in wet.

AA: >:{

SA: 😰

ID: unless you're a fish i guess.

AA: he's not a fish!!

ID: i didn't say he was.

SA: what even happened between you two to get all of this started, I don't understand.

AA: >:{

SA: It seemingly came out of left field that you two Had to fight and now you two Have to fight some more.

AA: and phern can't blame you, bc then i'd be upset, bc it's not fairn to blame you. AA: so therne.

ID: i can't say pris.

SA: alright ❤

ID: sorry. =:(

AA: >:?

AA: cna you say, like.. off-chat??

ID: no.

AA: >:????

ID: i just can't.

AA: shhh, that's fine, dnw.

AA: we all have ourn shady ass secrnets.

makes a little heart using his index fingers and thumbs. he's tryin rly hard to be comforting with sipara

AA: what the fuuuuck, that's too cute.

ID: y! =:) 💚

AA: 💞

fucking. his expression wilts a little and he looks away to hide it before letting his hands fall

SA: you two should eat. This can all be sorted out at a later time when you are properly sober.

ID: =:??? why are you looking sad? i thought we were having fun. is it not fun?

AA: priiii.

AA: did you eat??

AA: arne you hungrny?

AA: i get sad when i'm hungrny. so, like, mb you should eat, too.

SA: I'm alright, don't worry.

SA: i will eat when you two do.

ID: sips. go get the pizza. =:(

SA: did i make you both sad?

SA: I'm sorry.

ID: we're sad because we're worried about you!

AA: y. we'rne just sad bc yrn sad. if you arne sad. and if yrn not, then we'rne not sad, but, like, it's okay to be sad??

SA: please don't worry, I'm rather alright.

SA: trying to explain it wouldn't make sense right now anyways.

ID: okay. =:( we can talk about it when we're visiting.

ID: and you can both admire how great my ass'll look when i get my fancy fighting suit.

SA: ...Yes.

SA: if you would still like to by then.

manages a smile at the snark.

SA: You'll have to hurry and get here then.

SA: and sipara can offer tips to the tailor.

SA: for now, I should go get some food myself.

SA: I may be back later. Goodlight.

waves a little before closing out the webcam application

AA: good light!! ❤ ❤ ❤

AA: 💚

ID: light...

ID: i hope i didn't say something that made him sad.

ID: i was probably too pushy about wanting to know about him.

AA: nooo. i mean. mb? but nooo. AA: i think he's just - like -

AA: .. mb you should've done the thing. back at him. orn mb he's just sad we'rne not up therne??

ID: maybe. =:(

AA: dnw, dnw. AA: i don't think you can make him sad.

ID: well something made him sad. he's a nice guy.

ID: you're a nice girl.

ID: so you don't feel left out.

AA: lmfao, stfu.

ID: =:P

ID: you are! you're going with me and this is fun.

AA: i don't need secondhand backpats. >:} you two arne like. two pieces in an arnmornset.

ID: this is more fun than i've had in forever.

AA: aww.

ID: there's more than two pieces in an armorset!

ID: you're like the. metal fist that hits things hard piece.

AA: good. i miss trnavelling w/ ppl. i used to trnavel w/ phern. and then my club. but they don't anymorne. and it sucks.

ID: well i'm sorry. now you get to travel with me!

ID: and i bet my lusus enjoys the break. he's getting old anyways.

AA: and lmfao. that's the best piece. the fist piece. obvs.

ID: now he travels in style.

ID: the very best!

AA: >:P

AA: .. we will have to find you, like, an actual fax rnide, too. so he doesn't have to walk places so much.

AA: and you can sleep in a trnuck insteada, like, a fucking tent.

ID: i like my tent. when it doesn't leak.

VV: ♚ ~Evening, evening all~

ID: oh no it's aspartame.

ID: did i spell that right.

AA: yrn tent is grn888. but. leaks. and -

AA: >:?

VV: ♚ ~ Ah it's the one that spreads lies.

ID: fake-sugar stuff.

VV: ♚ ~ It's very rude to do so you know.

VV: ♚ ~ And rather unfair I'd say!

ID: i'm too drunk for a victim complex. =:(

VV: ♚ ~ it's not a complex I'm just hurt...

VV: ♚ ~ And what are you drinking tonight~? A watered down beer perhaps?

ID: gasoline.

ID: or at least it tastes like it.

VV: ♚ ~ That is certainly one way to warm yourself up~ Just don't flambe anything!

VV: ♚ ~ You really should try a higher class wine or something one day darling. You won't dissolve your insides and also it's much classier.

VV: ♚ ~ Than ah....gasoline...

VV: ♚ ~ I...I do want to be sure you know not to swallow when you siphon...

ID: i was gonna ask why you were being nice but you're still showing a lil two-face so it's okay lol.

AA: wwwwwwhy do we hate hern. AA: hern crnown is qt. orn is this a dude? his crnown is qt.

VV: ♚ ~ Oh?? I'm being conversational! It's really riveting and comes off as nice you actually try for once dear ID.

VV: ♚ ~ Thank you AA !

VV: ♚ ~ I'm not super sure myself but this one's rather hostile towards me 😦

ID: noo, see sips she hides thorns in the sugar.

ID: don't eat the sugar.

VV: ♚ ~ I mean, maybe you shouldn't if you're watching that waistline but I think our friend here is capable of thinking for themself~!

VV: Especially when consuming crude, crude gasoline.

ID: is your waistline something you worry about often.

VV: ♚ ~ I don't know if I've mentioned it before or if you're simply too far inhebriated but yes I do! As a ballerina off and on season I must be well kept and trim.

VV: ♚ ~ Do you not?

AA: lmao, she is a little barnbed.

ID: i have an abnormal... uh...

ID: thing that burns calories.

AA: arne you a ballernina orn arne you a comballernina?? AA: tl;drn do you murndern ppl w/ dance orn just dance.

AA: it's a metacatolim. i am p surne.

VV: ♚ ~ Metabolism deary!

VV: ♚ ~ Metabolism is the word you desire. I see the gasoline is muddling your brain and burning your insides so you can not spell. I'm filled with fright I will truly miss you....

VV: ♚ ~ And ah- I suppose it would depend wouldn't it? I'm a prima ballerina for performing but ah we live in such a rutheless world!

VV: ♚ ~ Who knows what one can do when backed into a corner :3c

AA: lmao. omg. yrn adornable.

VV: ♚ ~ Thank you!

ID: no she isn'ttt.

AA: i'm too tirned to even sass you back. but gd.

AA: she isssssss.

AA: she calls ppl dearny. that's prnec.

ID: she just wants something. they always do when they're sweet.

AA: prnec as F U C K. like she's yrn spoopy ancestor gonna back you into a cake.

VV: ♚ ~ Aw~ Thank you. VV: ♚ ~ Maybe I want friendship.

AA: y. mb she wants frniendship.

AA: have you considerned that, hads.

AA: >:'{

ID: /no/. =>:(

VV: ♚ ~ A cake...mmm mm I don't know any cannibals so that'd be a waste

VV: ♚ ~ You should consider it! It's a rather common things trolls want.

ID: =>:( why would you want friendship. you're fluffy.

ID: ....that makes more sense in. my head.

VV: ♚ ~ I am rather fluffy. I permed up my hair today thank you~

VV: ♚ ~ And because I'm of rouged hue and in general when one lives in the city one would desire a friend or two.

VV: ♚ ~Do you not like to have friends Hadean?!

ID: i have two friends. and they didn't just. come in saying they wanted to be friends!

AA: omgg. show me yrn headfluff.

VV: ♚ ~ I didn't do that either! You weasled the answer out of me. I was under the assumption a chat room was a place to socialize.

VV: ♚ ~ Will do let me go get my selfie light one moment!

AA: my rnail has fluffy hairn too. i want to see if it's biggern!!

AA: omg yesss.

ID: a chatroom is a place to pick fights.

ID: and lay on sipa.

ID: ...no wait that part's not the chatroom.

AA: idc don't move yrn waaarnm.

ID: i don't want to get up so it's fine.

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VV: ♚ ~ I'm baaaaack~! VV: ♚ ~ There you go!

AA: good. AA: and --

AA: omg ❤ ❤

AA: you arne so fluffyyyyy.

VV: ♚ ~ 💗 And I will be for the next week!! VV: ♚ ~Also I must, MUST inquire. Are you two...in the same room?

ID: nope, laying on her in different rooms.

AA: i am fixing his hairn thrnough the internwebs, it's trnue.

VV: ♚ ~ Ah. I see I see. VV: ♚ ~ It all makes sense... VV: ♚ ~ You need better lying skills!

VV: ♚ ~ How matted is his hair?

ID: it feels nice tho-

ID: my hair isn't matted stfu.

AA: lmfao. AA: it's strn8 as a stick. that doesn't matt. i think.

VV: ♚ ~ You will have to make me ''stfu"'!! Hohoho

ID: u a ho alright.

VV: ♚ ~And ah it can! If you keep it too unclean and disgusting. I have seen it.

AA: omggg, even yrn laughing is qt.

AA: LMAO.

VV: ♚ ~ What proof have you at those acusations mmm?

ID: the proof of shut up.

VV: ♚ ~ As good an arguement as I should've expected out of you..

ID: idk you're the one arguing with a drunk troll.

VV: ♚ ~ I'm truly not! I'm seeing what responses I can get from you mostly before they turn to you just drooling on the keyboard!

VV: ♚ ~ I have a little timer going and everything.

AA: aww, yrn less qt now.

AA: go back 2 being twee.

ID: the mask slips~

VV: ♚ ~ Boooo, am I not allowed to have fun?

VV: ♚ ~Hadean's bullied me so I thought a bit of fun would be allowed!

ID: it's not bullying if it's true.

VV: ♚ ~ Mmmm it's not true if you have no proof 😦

ID: is too.

VV: ♚ ~ Tell me dear sweet Hadies, spreader of lies. Why did you choose to drink gasoline tonight?

ID: peer pressure.

ID: and a game.

VV: ♚ ~ ohhh a game? What form of game ?

VV: ♚ ~ Did you lose said game?

ID: never have i ever.

ID: i don't think you can win. just get drunk.

VV: ♚ ~ I see, I see. VV: ♚ ~ I do so wish you'd purchased something better than paint cleaner however.

VV: ♚ ~ Not wine, that's for sipping...

ID: i didn't do it. sips diddd.

VV: ♚ ~ Why would this Sips person do this to you 😦

VV: ♚ ~ Rather cruel if you ask me

ID: ahahah hear that sips, you're crueellll.

SA: little princess

SA: Hadean 😊

VV: ♚ ~ Ah!! Prisma evening my honeycomb prince

ID: heyyy pris! =:) did you eat?

SA: good evening. How are you?

SA: yes. I went to a nearby place. They have very good spaghetti.

ID: goooddd. i'm good. sip fell asleep and she's heavy. i think i'm trapped.

VV: ♚ ~ I'm grand! Hearing about them drinking acetone.

VV: ♚ ~ Oh my.

VV: ♚ ~ Ah...it was nice knowing you Hadies.

VV: ♚ ~ Truly tragic.

SA: oh, the wine. Yes. I tried to play for a moment but I lost my appetite for liquor after someone brought up genetic material.

SA: perhaps you could squeeze free in a bit?

ID: ahahah sorry prisss.

SA: or stay... I am unsure what to advise 😨

SA: it wasn't your fault.

VV: ♚ ~ ....genetic material

VV: ♚ ~ Perhaps staying may be best advised as in most situations of distress it's advised to stay still !

ID: hahah she's alright for now. like a slightly coolish blanket. we can do this the three of us if you wanna when we get there pris.

VV: ♚ ~ Ohhh? Where are you all traversing to? VV: ♚ ~ 😢 I was certain I was invited to travel with you Prisma, was I wrong?

SA: oh, to... cuddle...?

ID: 😒

ID: yes to cuddle.

SA: we could still travel, little princess. I am meeting Hadean and Sipara first, though. I apologize.

SA: oh..

SA: I think it may be awkward with me involved. 😰

VV: ♚ ~ I see, I see prior business then! Do travel safe! VV: ♚ ~ That does sound rather private a matter...oh my....the cuddling.

ID: why would it be awkward? =:?

SA: I am not very accustomed to physical affection and I am rather cold.

ID: you wanted a hug earlier. =:(

SA: I wouldn't want to ruin you two bonding

SA: it's different from cuddling..

ID: we can all bond. cold is nice!

SA: they are coming to me, little princess. Not the other way around

ID: cuddling is just like... a long hug.

VV: ♚ ~ Oh my mistake! Very well. Regardless don't imbibe the polish remover like they have. It seems to be eating them from the inside out!!

SA: yes... I-well, it's different for me, im sorry.

SA: but I'm happy you invited me 😊

SA: I only drink sweet wines if any if ever.

SA: not... what they were drinking.

ID: it wasn't good. but i liked being involved. =:)

ID: and okay pris. no cuddles i guess.

SA: maybe next time we could get decent liquor... if there is a next time. I. Doubt it for some reason.

SA: ...

SA: yes

VV: ♚ ~ I have a few saved up if you wish to try some higher end brands Honey comb Prince dearest~! VV: ♚ ~ maybe even take one with you ...I almost take personal offence to...to....Hadies current poison.

SA: oh, that would be kind of you.

ID: don't get drunk with the splenda prisss.

SA: I would be sad if that was Hadeans first and only experience with wine

VV: ♚ ~ Again with the lies. Cruel...

SA: we could try some sweet wines together if you'd like, Little princess

VV: ♚ ~ If Hadies ceases in his name calling I'd love to!

SA: ii don't drink to inebriation. It's alright.

SA: he's calling you sweet

ID: yeahhh splenda. why you so cruel to me?

VV: ♚ ~ Splenda is artificial and not the best choice for sweeteners!

VV: ♚ ~ Agave would be nicer.

ID: sweet n low it is.

ID: sweet n lowblood.

VV: ♚ ~ That is fine with me I have no qualms with my hue.

SA: agave nectar...

SA: oh. What did you want to know about earlier, Hadean? Before I forget to ask

SA: it is a very pretty color

SA: reds are passionate and courageous

VV: ♚ ~And being golden is a rather lovely shade as well Prisma~

VV: ♚ ~ But I do enjoy the compliment, I do my best to uphold such honors~!

ID: ...i don't remember.

VV: ♚ ~ Asking when he's less poisoned may be best sweet Apollo.

ID: apollo.

ID: man you're stretching for nicknames now.

SA: oh-- I'm sorry. Maybe if you remember

SA: thank you. Although I am far more green

VV: ♚ ~ I suppose. Mmm allow me to rethink of a deity.

ID: i'll try!

ID: and why does he have to be a god.

ID: pris is pris.

SA: I think for the sake of imagery but I am unsure how I could be remotely worthy of that

VV: ♚ ~ I simply thought a deity reference would be nice!

SA: Hadean I should give you a nickname. Like little princess has

ID: shoot pris. =:P

SA: I don't know... but I should think very hard about it

ID: ...i'm not good at nicknames. other than pris.

ID: take your time! you'll come up with the beesstttt nickname.

VV: ♚ ~ Upon deliberation. I'm sticking with prince it goes well with my nickname.

SA: I could call you Little prince but that wouldn't be fitting at all

SA: I am littler

ID: sorry i'm tall~

VV: ♚ ~ I wouldn't feel so special if we had almost identical nick names....

SA: it has to be as brash and capable as you.

SA: no, I know little princess I wouldn't do that

ID: mm, shame that you don't know how to share~

SA: I would be disappointed if you gave me a nickname and then gave Sipara or Gliese a similar one

SA: but maybe that's expected of me..

SA: hotshot would work but it implies I'm insulting you

VV: ♚~ Share? Ohhoho VV: ♚ ~ I'm very creative I can give plenty various nicknames but only those I feel deserve one hoho

VV: ♚ ~ Hot shot sounds like a racer!

ID: why would it be expected of you? =:?

ID: hotshot sounds like it could be. weird. like. fighty.

SA: I... wouldn't want to go in great detail.

SA: but I am considered the "jealous type" more often than not

SA: encouraged to be, you could say. Protective

ID: ohh. yeah. well remember what we chatted about for that!

VV: ♚ ~ The jealous type? 0: How unexpected Prisma!

VV: ♚ ~ I feel that's a rather common trait however.

ID: i'm sure a lot about pris is unexpected. when you've only talked to him a few times. uwu

VV: ♚ ~ Which is why I intend to speak more!

SA: 💚

ID: 💚

VV: ♚ ~ What is more exciting than learning about another? ❤

ID: sticking toothpicks in my ganderbulbs.

SA: please don't I like your eyes

ID: awww. 💚

SA: it comes and goes sometimes, Perdia. But on the whole it stays. Are you a jealous type?

SA: ... to both of you

SA: I would be happy to learn more about you too. Perdia

ID: idk. i could be i bet.

VV: ♚ ~ It would depend! Ah-- I'd love to say no but truly at the heart of it all yes! I do have a fondness for not being tossed to the shadows.

VV: ♚ ~ Any troll really is capable of it. Under the right circumstances, yes?

SA: I don't think anyone enjoys being treated like an object that can be returned to the shelf

SA: I may need to enhance calm before I become salty

VV: ♚ ~ Oh of course not, it's simply a tragic thing. So a little jealousy seems rather justified in such a situation? Why would one sit back and just let fate sweep them aside dear?

VV: ♚ ~ Ah! Has this struck a nerve? We may cease if it isn't a desirable thing Prisma

SA: it would be a very painful thing, yes. Especially if it felt.... special. I suppose is the word

SA: I simply have a bad taste left in my mouth regarding someone who ... had feelings for me

SA: and conveniently pushed them aside because they believed I "could never have feelings in return"

SA: then boasted about how happy they were with the person they'd replaced me with

SA; unpleasant to say the least

VV: ♚ ~ Oh dear sweet Prisma.....

VV: ♚ ~ I thought such cruelties were only in the stories written for the stage....

SA: haha

SA: there's no need to be so dramatic. I have found out enough to believe it may be perfectly normal and I only just now experienced it

SA: I am okay. If a bit miffed.

SA: but thank you

VV: ♚ ~Oh I promise i'm not being dramatic! It's truly heartbreaking dear Prince. I suppose perhaps I also just have not experienced it then.. VV: ♚ ~ I'm pleased you're at least alright now ah...

SA: i was angry when it happened. But only a little. I am not capable of much

SA: I am happy you haven't had to. Hopefully you never will 😊

SA: you seem happy with your matesprit anyways I doubt he would do that

VV: ♚ ~ Mmm yes. He never would trust me. We're on rather friendly terms. VV: ♚ ~ I would think even if something were to go awry I'd still hold him dear and near. VV: ♚ ~ It's rather hasty to simply cut one off no?

SA: who never would trust you?

SA: your matesprit?

VV: ♚ ~Oh, I forgot a comma. I mean in the sense of...he never would and you should trust me on this

VV: ♚ ~ It wouldn't look very good on him if he did! To give up so easily. VV: ♚ ~ But regardless I won't dwell on that hypothetical!

VV: ♚ ~ Loyalty is a good quality overall.

SA: oh! That was an unfortunate loss. I was almost concerned.

SA: loyalty is a virtue. I think it is most important

SA: little princess. I'm sorry, I should rest.

SA: I have cases to finish and plans to make

SA: goodlight ❤️

VV: ♚ ~ Rest well good light dearest! ❤