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pactfulfilledYou guys know the drill. You're minding your own business when suddenly from out of nowhere you find yourself walking in place. Or maybe you can't move at all. Or maybe you are still moving. Whatever the case, should you look around, you'll find a mysterious little sprig of flowers hanging above your head! What could it mean? Who put them there? Mysterious!
OPTIONS:
Okay, so this is getting ridiculous and you're starting to panic. Along comes someone else and maybe they're stuck now too! (Or maybe not.) You're both panicking, but seriously, how do you get out of this mess?
1. Kind Words. Shower compliments on each other. After all, you have so many nice things to say about them!
2. Sweet Actions. Hug it out! Brush a hair out of their eyes. Hold their hand. Just a small sign of affection is all it takes.
3. Kiss. That's what it says on the tin, right? On the cheek, on the forehead, on the back of the hand... maybe... maybe even on the mouth? Go nuts!
4. Extreme Mode???! For some reason one kiss isn't enough. NOW what...?
5. Captivated. You're not normally an affectionate type of person, but there's something a little fuzzy going on and you kinda want to be close to them. Huh. Mysterious.
6. Your Every Command. For some reason you find yourself bending over backwards for them. Even if they were just kidding around, you're finding it hard to resist following orders.
7. To The Letter. A sign attached to the mistletoe tells you how to free yourself.
8. Wildcard. Make your own rules!
OPTIONS:
Okay, so this is getting ridiculous and you're starting to panic. Along comes someone else and maybe they're stuck now too! (Or maybe not.) You're both panicking, but seriously, how do you get out of this mess?
1. Kind Words. Shower compliments on each other. After all, you have so many nice things to say about them!
2. Sweet Actions. Hug it out! Brush a hair out of their eyes. Hold their hand. Just a small sign of affection is all it takes.
3. Kiss. That's what it says on the tin, right? On the cheek, on the forehead, on the back of the hand... maybe... maybe even on the mouth? Go nuts!
4. Extreme Mode???! For some reason one kiss isn't enough. NOW what...?
5. Captivated. You're not normally an affectionate type of person, but there's something a little fuzzy going on and you kinda want to be close to them. Huh. Mysterious.
6. Your Every Command. For some reason you find yourself bending over backwards for them. Even if they were just kidding around, you're finding it hard to resist following orders.
7. To The Letter. A sign attached to the mistletoe tells you how to free yourself.
8. Wildcard. Make your own rules!
[Open Starters]
Sep. 27th, 2017 04:43 pmpactfulfilled[ MOMS GOTTA MOM ]
[Asbel sighs, foot tap-a-tapping the cobblestones as he adjusts his tie with stiff, robotic movements. "Just meet with them," she said. "They seem very nice," she said. Ugh. Mom could be such a nag. Asbel honestly has no interest in an arranged date, which is exactly what this is. He doesn't know this person, and they don't really know him either. And the last thing he wants is to spend the evening caged in a stuffy dining room discussing all of his assets and what an eligible bachelor he is (or isn't). He's pretty sure they're going to get bored too. Maybe they don't want to be a part of this either.]
[Asbel sighs again, unable to stop himself. But someone's coming towards him now, and his escape options have all but vanished. He puts on the most pleasant smile he can muster, and extends his hand, trying hard to resist the urge to rub the back of his neck with the other one. It's an anxious habit.]
Um, Mother told me you were coming. I'm Asbel Lhant, but you probably knew that already...
It's very nice to meet you. I, uh, I hope you brought your appetite with you.
[He doesn't have to turn around to know his mom's facepalming behind him.]
[ AUTUMN DELIGHTS ]
[It's autumn, and the constant breeze scatters leaves across the courtyard. Asbel is busy helping sweep them all up - so no one trips - but it's definitely no easy fight to win. Still, there's a fairly impressive multi-colored mound growing beside one of the fountains, and if he hadn't spent all morning at it, he'd be tempted to just throw himself onto the pile.]
[Not far away, one of the stalls is fragrant with the homey smells of apple and pumpkins pies as well as other breads and fruit preserves, and just a little ways beyond that, the soldiers are helping farmers work a cart full of corn out of a rut in the road.]
[It's just a normal day in town! Or is it...? Because something unusual is croached on a corner of the roof, leering down at them.]
What the...? [He pauses in his raking, eyes narrowed.] Hey, do you see that too?
[ THE COORDINATED CARTA CARD CAPER ]
And you last saw it where? [Asbel nods as one of the townspeople describes the final moments he spent with his precious, highly sought after Magic Carta card. It pictures the Goddess Martel, he explains. And it was just yesterday when he was playing with the Turtlez, put the cards away in their box, and returned home only to discover that she was missing. He stares up at them, and then bursts into tears. Asbel casts a glance behind him, then clears his throat.]
Are you sure the Turtlez didn't sort it in with his cards by mistake? It could have been an accident.
[The man shakes his head, accusing the Turtlez of outright deceit, and then begins crying again. Asbel closes his eyes, then turns to his companion with a shrug.]
Well, I guess we have no choice but to track this Turtlez down. Any idea where we should look first? He can't have gone too far.
[ EXPAND YOUR HORIZONS ]
[So... maybe they had a point. Maybe he did need more hobbies. Swordsmanship was all well and good, but being a lord meant he had to learn other skills too so that he could do even more to help his people. And so it is that Asbel is plunked in a chair, hands folded on the table in front of him, looking determined.]
So, what will you be teaching me today? I'll give it my best.
[He just hopes it doesn't involve studying. That'd sure be a drag!]
[ E.T. PHONE HOME ]
[Asbel stares down at the device in his hand. Pascal had insisted that he couldn't break it - it's "dummy proof" apparently, with two buttons - one to send messages and one to call them back. Except she hadn't really explained how to select who to send a bird too. Asbel turns a little knob on the side and presses one of the buttons. A small digital bird vanishes into the air, and a few moments later the device crackles.]
Good try, Pascal. But either I'm too much of an idiot to use your "dummy proof" machine, or you may want to make a few more tweaks to it.
[Assuming it's actually Pascal on the other side? Who knows where the bird really flew off to!]
[Asbel sighs, foot tap-a-tapping the cobblestones as he adjusts his tie with stiff, robotic movements. "Just meet with them," she said. "They seem very nice," she said. Ugh. Mom could be such a nag. Asbel honestly has no interest in an arranged date, which is exactly what this is. He doesn't know this person, and they don't really know him either. And the last thing he wants is to spend the evening caged in a stuffy dining room discussing all of his assets and what an eligible bachelor he is (or isn't). He's pretty sure they're going to get bored too. Maybe they don't want to be a part of this either.]
[Asbel sighs again, unable to stop himself. But someone's coming towards him now, and his escape options have all but vanished. He puts on the most pleasant smile he can muster, and extends his hand, trying hard to resist the urge to rub the back of his neck with the other one. It's an anxious habit.]
Um, Mother told me you were coming. I'm Asbel Lhant, but you probably knew that already...
It's very nice to meet you. I, uh, I hope you brought your appetite with you.
[He doesn't have to turn around to know his mom's facepalming behind him.]
[ AUTUMN DELIGHTS ]
[It's autumn, and the constant breeze scatters leaves across the courtyard. Asbel is busy helping sweep them all up - so no one trips - but it's definitely no easy fight to win. Still, there's a fairly impressive multi-colored mound growing beside one of the fountains, and if he hadn't spent all morning at it, he'd be tempted to just throw himself onto the pile.]
[Not far away, one of the stalls is fragrant with the homey smells of apple and pumpkins pies as well as other breads and fruit preserves, and just a little ways beyond that, the soldiers are helping farmers work a cart full of corn out of a rut in the road.]
[It's just a normal day in town! Or is it...? Because something unusual is croached on a corner of the roof, leering down at them.]
What the...? [He pauses in his raking, eyes narrowed.] Hey, do you see that too?
[ THE COORDINATED CARTA CARD CAPER ]
And you last saw it where? [Asbel nods as one of the townspeople describes the final moments he spent with his precious, highly sought after Magic Carta card. It pictures the Goddess Martel, he explains. And it was just yesterday when he was playing with the Turtlez, put the cards away in their box, and returned home only to discover that she was missing. He stares up at them, and then bursts into tears. Asbel casts a glance behind him, then clears his throat.]
Are you sure the Turtlez didn't sort it in with his cards by mistake? It could have been an accident.
[The man shakes his head, accusing the Turtlez of outright deceit, and then begins crying again. Asbel closes his eyes, then turns to his companion with a shrug.]
Well, I guess we have no choice but to track this Turtlez down. Any idea where we should look first? He can't have gone too far.
[ EXPAND YOUR HORIZONS ]
[So... maybe they had a point. Maybe he did need more hobbies. Swordsmanship was all well and good, but being a lord meant he had to learn other skills too so that he could do even more to help his people. And so it is that Asbel is plunked in a chair, hands folded on the table in front of him, looking determined.]
So, what will you be teaching me today? I'll give it my best.
[He just hopes it doesn't involve studying. That'd sure be a drag!]
[ E.T. PHONE HOME ]
[Asbel stares down at the device in his hand. Pascal had insisted that he couldn't break it - it's "dummy proof" apparently, with two buttons - one to send messages and one to call them back. Except she hadn't really explained how to select who to send a bird too. Asbel turns a little knob on the side and presses one of the buttons. A small digital bird vanishes into the air, and a few moments later the device crackles.]
Good try, Pascal. But either I'm too much of an idiot to use your "dummy proof" machine, or you may want to make a few more tweaks to it.
[Assuming it's actually Pascal on the other side? Who knows where the bird really flew off to!]
(closed) painting up a promise
May. 10th, 2017 02:54 amtruejudgment[ After a enlightening conversation with Futaba, Sae figures she should hear the story straight from the source. A hikikomori can't go to school, she had said. At the time, Sae hadn't wanted to press her. From what she heard, Futaba was an incredibly bright child, with the aptitude and grades to enter any university of her choice. Akira had confirmed it during her interrogation.
Smart enough to not only know the cognitive world, but also to ask the Thieves to steal her heart... it had been almost impossible for Sae to imagine, but she's starting to think she understands. Maybe.
She arrives at her usual time, around 18:00, and stays a while to accommodate Futaba's request. Instead of sitting at the bar, she's chosen one of the booths, and she's even sampling the curry this round. Mm, it's better than she remembered.
Upon seeing Futaba, she closes her laptop and sets her curry plate aside. ]
Hi. I'm sorry if my request seemed urgent... I just figured, it would be easier to talk in-person.
Smart enough to not only know the cognitive world, but also to ask the Thieves to steal her heart... it had been almost impossible for Sae to imagine, but she's starting to think she understands. Maybe.
She arrives at her usual time, around 18:00, and stays a while to accommodate Futaba's request. Instead of sitting at the bar, she's chosen one of the booths, and she's even sampling the curry this round. Mm, it's better than she remembered.
Upon seeing Futaba, she closes her laptop and sets her curry plate aside. ]
Hi. I'm sorry if my request seemed urgent... I just figured, it would be easier to talk in-person.
pactfulfilled[It's rare for Asbel to be excited about history. The aging professor never does much to kindle his interest in past events or old-fashioned, outdated customs, but history class means one good thing, at least: Richard.]
[Last week saw the worst snowstorm in a decade and, sure, it started out fun. He and the little kids next door took turns sledding down the large hill behind the apartment complex on a trash can lid and worked together to build a pretty impressive snowman complete with scarf and carrot nose. But the evenings had grown boring (and cold), cooped up alone eating leftovers and hoping the snow would melt faster so he could see his friends at school. Even playing “Noble Blades: The Final Chapter” got dull after awhile.]
[So it's with more enthusiasm than usual that Asbel greets Richard this morning, plopping down in a seat next to him with a beaming smile before he’s even pulled his coat off.]
Hey, Richard! Long time no see.
[It's practically a joke considering the long string of texts Asbel sent him over the weekend about going stir crazy and worrying the landlord would kick him out for conducting fencing practice in the lounge.]
You, uh, free this afternoon?
[Yeah, he knows Richard is probably piled high with student council work, but it never hurts to ask.]
[Last week saw the worst snowstorm in a decade and, sure, it started out fun. He and the little kids next door took turns sledding down the large hill behind the apartment complex on a trash can lid and worked together to build a pretty impressive snowman complete with scarf and carrot nose. But the evenings had grown boring (and cold), cooped up alone eating leftovers and hoping the snow would melt faster so he could see his friends at school. Even playing “Noble Blades: The Final Chapter” got dull after awhile.]
[So it's with more enthusiasm than usual that Asbel greets Richard this morning, plopping down in a seat next to him with a beaming smile before he’s even pulled his coat off.]
Hey, Richard! Long time no see.
[It's practically a joke considering the long string of texts Asbel sent him over the weekend about going stir crazy and worrying the landlord would kick him out for conducting fencing practice in the lounge.]
You, uh, free this afternoon?
[Yeah, he knows Richard is probably piled high with student council work, but it never hurts to ask.]
[closed] our love could be forever
Jan. 12th, 2017 05:23 pmstefanged[Life must've decided to spit in his face. Stefan can't think of any other reason his head feels so foggy - the last thing he remembers is Alaric & Jo's wedding. He remembers the hope in his former teacher's face; he remembers the joy of the bridal march music; and he remembers - blood. He instinctively reaches for his stomach and peers down. He can't see a scar, let alone any sign of injury.
Something must've hit him like an eighteen-wheeler. It must've, because Stefan Salvatore doesn't get sick.
(He does, because he's human and mortal, but not that kind of sick. He took the flu shot and everything!!)
His heart sinks when he watches the world crumble beneath his feet and reform into his bedroom. His old, dusty attic bedroom, with Elena sitting at the foot of his bed. This is a dream, and she must've pulled him close to inhabit his conscious. He also finds himself not caring. So he rushes over to her, because yeah, right now? He thinks he'll wake up and see her when his eyes open again.]
Hey. [His voice feels breathless as he rushes into her arms. He feels apologetic too, even though he can't quite pinpoint why he would be.] Hey, I'm sorry.
Something must've hit him like an eighteen-wheeler. It must've, because Stefan Salvatore doesn't get sick.
(He does, because he's human and mortal, but not that kind of sick. He took the flu shot and everything!!)
His heart sinks when he watches the world crumble beneath his feet and reform into his bedroom. His old, dusty attic bedroom, with Elena sitting at the foot of his bed. This is a dream, and she must've pulled him close to inhabit his conscious. He also finds himself not caring. So he rushes over to her, because yeah, right now? He thinks he'll wake up and see her when his eyes open again.]
Hey. [His voice feels breathless as he rushes into her arms. He feels apologetic too, even though he can't quite pinpoint why he would be.] Hey, I'm sorry.
