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Test Drive Meme #2

TDM #2 - March/April 2025
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🦋 The Party

You wake up at a party.

You're not sure how, exactly, you got here. You may have just been walking in the woods or at a meeting for work or doing any other normal activity for you. But you know you weren't supposed to be at this party, you're fairly certain.

Anyone you ask about it will say the party is for you. You and the others also waking up and looking confused. Further questions will lead to the partygoers insisting you have something to eat. You're starving and others are eating the food without repercussion, so you figure there's no harm in a bite. You finish your portion.

It's a garden party at the crack of dawn, with the sun still in its early stages of climbing through the yonder, casting a good mix of pastel hues of blue, pink, and beige on everything. Heralding the first day of spring, the Ruler of the Spring Court has found it fitting to arrange this gathering where guests can feel the blades of grass touching their ankles, as well as the rich soil beneath their feet. Flowers of all kinds surround the party as if they were carefully curated. With spring as the "dawn of seasons," which marks a transition from winter's latency to the resurgence of life everywhere, the Ruler of the Dawn Court has also seen it fit to host aspects of this party during the one time of the year that dawn occurs the whole day. Tall candles and torches grace the outskirts of the garden party, providing warmth and an orange glow everywhere. Not one flame goes out even with the occasional wind, the Duchess always makes sure of this.

There are also freshly picked blossoms and branches with leaves on every table accenting the festive spread of food and drinks. This time, a lot of the food prepared for the Adopted guests are familiar to them with a little bit of a twist. Burgers might come in small packages and in toothpicks, while hotdogs in buns are also diminutive. Cookies look delectable but they have a flowery flavor to them, as if eating freshly picked daisies or daffodils. Fruits that may have been present in an Adopted's home, such as pineapples and watermelons, have seeds in odd places. Picking this selection of food is an attempt to be more welcoming and to appease the lovely guests the fae have invited.

As the party winds down and everyone's eaten, a tall, stately woman stands up and speaks. You feel her voice more than hear it.

I am the Lawspeaker of the Fae, elected by Seelie and Unseelie alike, and you are all, now, subjects of Faerie. You cannot leave this realm once you have eaten our food, and even if you could, there is no saying how much time has passed back where you're from. Your loved ones are likely dead, your problems have likely played out. We require assistance in various matters, and each of you has been chosen for your talent and skill. You will be adopted by one of the Seelie or Unseelie Courts based on your strengths and personality. Your Court will decide what to do with you from there.

As suddenly as she stood, she sits back down.


🦋 Chance at a Dance

A party is not complete without dancing, of course, and while during the last gathering held for the Adopted, different fae danced to music exclusively for them around a glowing tree, this time they are insisting their guests to join in.

This is a party for you, after all.

If the prodding of the different fae hosts won't convince you, perhaps the music will. They play easily recognizable tunes that their wonderful guests must have heard before. These melodies have certain unique effects to their mortal attendees, which are as follows:

  • Upbeat Music: You will believe that you and your dance partner have been friends forever and have known each other a long time.
  • Romantic Music: You will become amorous and flirtatious towards your dance partner.
  • Slow Music: You will develop some tension with your dance partner. It may be negative or sexual; completely up to you.
  • Quiet Music: You will assume your dance partner is a threat and try to fight them.


🦋 Flower Power

At the Spring King's behest, every Adopted should wear a flower corsage or boutonnière to the gathering. After all, this is to celebrate the coming of spring and what better way to do that than to honor everything in bloom.

The thing is, though, the King of Spring, while amorous and friendly, also has a penchant for playing with mortals' memories, if not also affect their desires and despairs.

So, mischievous as he is, he made sure to enchant the different flowers present in every corsage and boutonnière for the party with the effects below:

  • Rose: You will recall a horrific trauma
  • Carnation: You will see a vision of your future, whether it's good or bad
  • Orchid: You will remember a time you lost someone
  • Chrysanthemum: You will believe someone among the Adopted is your soulmate
  • Dahlia: You will believe you betrayed someone important to you, whether you actually did or not

It is perhaps a good thing that no one but the Adopted are allowed to see these visions and memories, but everyone who wears a corsage or boutonnière will be able to see each other's memories and visions when in close enough physical proximity to the vision-haver, for better or for worse.


🦋 GEIS

You feel a vibration in your pocket sometime after the Lawspeaker addresses everyone. When you search for the source, you will pull out your Leaf, the device the Fae use to stay in touch with each other. Anyone who's used a smart phone will easily recognize how it works.

Greetings, Adopted. This is your Lawspeaker.

Tell us all of a time you gave someone a gift. Perhaps a bouquet of flowers or a box of chocolates. Was it appreciated or not? A reward might await the most meaningful gift given.



🦋 Link to Overflow Post




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ironypoisoned: (didn't write a will)

[personal profile] ironypoisoned 2025-03-15 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
How many comas is that again, exactly? [ But, moving on. ]

"I think, therefore I am." [ Tony quotes. Nicely sums up his argument; hard for it to be someone else's coma when he's got his typical god-awful inner monologue going 170 miles per hour as usual. ] Besides, if this was all in your head, I wouldn't've been here for the past two months.

And if I'm completely wrong and it is? I owe you an endless supply of beers for giving me the ability to charm the pants off-a anyone. [ Smirk. Not that he's used it like that, admittedly. But the thought hasn't not crossed his mind. ] More than usual.
meforsaken: (- 10.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-15 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Loki tilts their head at him, confused.

“But you didn’t suddenly go missi- Oh! You believed them too! Ha, how adorable! The younger Billy making that mistake I can understand, but really this should be old hat for you!”
thetenthstorm: (until I'm fine fine fine)

[personal profile] thetenthstorm 2025-03-15 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
You weren't aiming for here and neither was I but--[He could hide the chips in his armor well enough from her for a spell, just keep putting it off, all the problems, mistakes.

He hasn't let her go yet either though, and there's a twitch in his hands, a full-body exhaustive shudder, when she asks about the TARDIS.

What a gaping wound, that. A missing limb. He doesn't even try to hide that pain behind a masked smile. There would be no point.]
She's not here. I don't--I don't remember what happened, before I woke up.
fadeling: (Fall)

[personal profile] fadeling 2025-03-15 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't notice at first, not until she speaks. They're not supposed to see him, but they're all looking. How can he be a shadow when there's so many eyes?

He looks up when she speaks, but doesn't immediately answer, taking a moment to watch and wait, half hoping she'll leave. When she doesn't, he answers.]


Yes. No. It's...loud. Too loud to hide in. Are you?
hottogo: ([surprise] he put WHAT where?!)

[personal profile] hottogo 2025-03-15 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Caelus approaches the teenager with a gentleness about them and Hifumi finds herself staring up at them.

An angel. Certainly that must be what they are - what other explanation could there be?!]


Should I? What makes you so certain?
desireandhope: (Hmm)

[personal profile] desireandhope 2025-03-15 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
If these fae are to be believed, time apparently both moves and doesn't move on without us? It's as if we were perfectly plucked away to cause no issues back home.

It could be multiple timelines! I know for us here, we were all taken a day at a time so they certainly care about that sort of thing.
savingthrows: (015)

[personal profile] savingthrows 2025-03-15 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She keeps her eyes on him for a moment, expression openly skeptical in only the ways judgmental children could ever hope to be. Her gaze flickers to the crowd when he mentions how crowded she is, and she nods to herself, as if she's confirming his assessment. ]

Crowded.

[ Something slightly off about her pronunciation. Just a little too stilted, like she has to put the word on her tongue with some effort.

Eleven glances back at him, lets her eyes track up and down over his outside. She reaches out after a moment, curls her fingers in the soft fabric of the bathrobe, rubs it between her fingers. ]


Not bitchin'.

[ Sorry, Hand. It seems your fashion sense is being judged. By the child in ill-fitting 80s grunge clothes. ]
hybrid_king: (Default)

[personal profile] hybrid_king 2025-03-15 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"The linear flow of time tends to be old hat for me, Loki," Teddy reminds him. "It's true of most mortals actually. As is an understanding that time spent in a Fae realm might not pass the same as at home. Usually it's longer. A lot longer."

And did Loki have any evidence against that? Teddy didn't think he had.
meforsaken: (- 09.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-15 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
“Unfortunately that is not one of the services I provide,” they say with a feigned apologetic expression.

“Ask your questions. Make your threats. I have answers to either.”
domestic: (35)

[personal profile] domestic 2025-03-15 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( This-- this feels familiar. This feels right. They could never have an uneventful reunion, could thay? It was always going to be in the middle of a crisis, in the middle of the end of the world, in the middle of something like a loss or an invasion or a kidnapping or something. Part of her would've loved that, if it were more like one of their regular, lighter adventures, but...

It doesn't feel light. Not the way he looks, not his body language, not the answer that follows. The Doctor without the TARDIS is just wrong; the Doctor losing memories is nearly as bad. There are pieces she's missing, she knows, she's just not clever enough to ascertain what they are yet.

Her hand drops away from his cheek, but it doesn't go far. It just drifts down, from shoulder to bicep, where it hangs on — they're of the same mind, maybe. About not letting go yet. Not so soon.
)

You don't- Doctor, I just saw... when I touched that flower, just now when I put it on, I saw something. I saw you dying. Was it that? Could it have been-

( My fault? Could it be he doesn't remember because they pulled him as he was regenerating? )
in_her_shadow: all icons by TrueBlueSpark on plurk (Default)

Lena Sabrewing | Ducktales 2017 | Dark Court

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-03-15 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
The Party

[ Been there. Done that. Got the T-Shirt.

So, this is going to be a reoccurring thing? At least the first time around, it almost sounded like an accident. When she heard the first time, her reaction had been to break down, to attack, to scream, to cry...

And now, she just chews calmly on a pastry as if she's just hearing a boring teacher drone on. Still, she can't help but eye all the newbies. There's a twang of pity for anyone who looks like they're not taking the news well, so she tries to look casual as she strolls over after the Lawmaker is done with her announcement. ]


Hey. So. You know she's full of it, right? She just likes the sound of her own voice.

Chance At A Dance

[ As she told Fiyero, she's not a dancer. Yeah, she'll bob her head and tap her foot if a melody matches her vibe, but she doesn't dance.

And let her guess - you're one of those types who approach wallflowers and insist on a dance? She holds up a hand as you approach. ]


Nope. Nada. Not happening. I'm good. Go find someone who finds that stuff fun.

Flower Power

[ She didn't plan on wearing any corsages, but dang, the Fae can be SUPER annoying when they want to be. So, finally, with a loud "Fine, if it'll get you leave me alone, I'll wear the stupid thing!" she slapped it on, and tried to find a corner to go be moody in.

And then the Rose kicks in.

The setting - the world's largest vault, the top ripped off, the bottom filled with an endless supply of gold coins, treasures, jewels. A young duckling is trying to kick the butt of an evil sorceress, and for a moment, the little duck seems to be winning, fueled by rage and grief.

"Lena was never your friend because she was NEVER REAL!" The sorceress snaps, and then raises her staff, intending to end this battle fatally. But then - her own shadow appears to grab the staff! No, it's Lena - in warped colors, but Lena all the same.

"I won't let you hurt my best friend, Aunt Magica!" She cries out, defiant.

"Aunt?! You're as bad as she is!" Magica balks, and once she wrestles control of the staff back, she decides on a new target. The jewel in the staff glows, and fires right at Lena.

Lena screams in agony - and in the distance, the "best friend" is crying out in horror - and though there's no blood and guts, Lena appears to be ripped apart, thread by thread, like someone ripping apart a piece of paper. She dissolves, and then there's nothing.

Just pitch blackness.


Back in real life, Lena falls to her knees, gasping for air, as that fresh memory suddenly swims in her head. Why, now, of all times, did that come back? ]


Augh... ugh... huh...? ... N-No, I'm... yeah, I'm okay, I... she didn't...

GEIS - un;featherweightsfan

Does the gift of my presence count?

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brandingproblem: (I'mma take the world with me)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-15 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[If he can just get his bearings again, the springtime dirt under his feet (and not dangling in alien air, not submerged in gently lapping water), get his breathing in order (too many bodies in the theater, can't let them see how he's suffocating), if he can just calm down and not have an impromptu break at the sudden memory dug up unbidden, then everything will be fine. He'll be fine. He's just having a lapse. He doesn't need to bother anyone. Just stand still, Barton, just stand still and become stone and breathe in one two three out one two three--

He feels stuck between the memory of her pulling herself from his grasp and the present, and if he can just get a little bit of space, just some space, he won't spiral down that path.

Except whoever he bumped into by accident seems to see fit to try and help, and the voice chills him.

In a way, actually, it focuses him. His heart's still pounding a samba in his chest, the panic feeling a physical thing, the grief smothering and choking, but he can focus all of that on a point. On something real and tangible. On someone, eye snapped, wide and alarmed. He hadn't looked several kinds out of his head because of Loki, but now it's all on Loki, because that's easier. He can't do anything about the look on Bruce's face when he wordlessly came back without Natasha. But this he can do something about. Something. Anything.

Of course Loki hasn't aged a day. Asgardians have stupidly long lifespans like that. Of course he looks just the same, save that his hair looks properly washed, falling in stylishly messy curls instead of straight and slicked back as though with grease. He's not in the absurd armor or kingly regalia. Hell, he looks like a normal person.

Clint knows the difference.

Loki's hand eases away, and Clint lashes a hand out to grab a handful of lapel instead.]
You would. You would have something to do with this. [He's still clearly not all present or entirely sound of mind, a heaviness to his tongue, but still more focused than the absent apology that might as well have been reflexive to the thin air around him.]
sod_off: (Spike 3)

Spike | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Spring Court [CW: Sexual Assault, Violence]

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-15 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[OOC: One of these prompts references an infamous scene in s6 epi 19 "Seeing Red." It involves sexual assault and violence, though the full act is uncompleted. Please mind the trigger warnings. And it was hard for me to write, but it is part of the canon and the effects of the flowers. If you want to interact with it, please do not hesitate to reach out to me if you need to. RP should be fun for all of us, even when dealing with difficult topics.]

Party
Food

Spike is still somewhat, personally, awed by the dawn and the dusk. Watching the sun's movement, when for most of his existence that burning orb would burn him. Not that he hasn't been awake during they day before, but being out in it. That's new and nice. Perhaps it's the poet in him from when he was alive, but he quite prefers this party to the one he'd arrived to. Different mood maybe is what's doing it.

He's not shy about taking food and drink. Already stuck here, why not experiment. Maybe they'll have that flowering onion dish. That'd be nice to see.

Dance

The flames and torches are noticed too and appreciated. Sense would dictate Spike stay away from the fire, given he is very flammable. But where's the fun in that? Sometimes he's close to one of the torches, observing everything. At ease in his modern clothing, a black dahlia and red carnation boutonniere on his black leather trench. Bleach blond hair slicked back as usual, and watching the new arrivals and old with hazel-eyes. He's noticed the music too: it's not punk rock, but it's not bad. He prefers the upbeat, or even the romantic, to the slow or quiet musics. Gets the blood up. Which dancing is also good for.

So he stalks up to one of the attendees, fluidly casual and easy strides of a being in total control of their body. "Don't know about you, but this seems like a good time to enjoy oneself. Want to dance?" In his lower-class London drawl and easy invitation.

Vision[CW: Sexual Assault, Violence]

Spike isn't quite sure when the vision hits him--because it hits him hard. It's worse than the chip in his head because the chip just inflicts pain. A low growl, and he's clutching his head and stumbling slightly. Seeing...Buffy! Buffy flashes along his vision; they're in her house and they're talking. At least it starts by talking.

"You were gonna use a spell on me?" Buffy asks in a demanding and incredulous tone.

"It's not like that." He can hear himself protest. Then more talk, indistinct, it all coming at him so fast and Spike is confused. He had grown to love Buffy and perhaps that was the fault of his chip in his head too. Making him have to work with her and the others, meaning he got to know them.

"Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes" Spike hears himself say earnestly and in pain. "Until there's nothing left." Buffy argues firmly. But he's not listening, doesn't like her argument that love like that doesn't last. Stalking closer, grabbing around her waist to pull her to him. Arguing--anger and pain and want and obsession and he's pleading with her. "Stop it!" Buffy protests while trying to squirm away.

Spike shuts his eyes, he shakes his head, and stumbles again outside of the vision. Caught in the images; of them struggling with each other, of her on the floor. Buffy. On the floor. Struggling against him. The Slayer struggling. He's still pleading. To make her feel it--there's something between them. She tries to get away and he's pulling her back. He tries to pull her shirt? robe? down. Then Buffy--Buffy whom he loved--is finally a blow. Kicking him across the room into the wall.

They're both stunned although Buffy is rightfully angry as well. "Ask me again why I could never love you." Anger, hurt, her very being vulnerable but ready to kill.

The vision stops abruptly and leaves Spike dazed from it. His expression shocked, struck, and his feelings confused. What had he, what? That couldn't have been a memory. Yes, he'd been a monster before. Could still be one. But to Buffy? Buffy, whom he promised he'd protect Dawn for? Buffy, who treated him as a man and not a monster?

"What was that. What was that?" Spike doesn't recognize the sound of his own voice. Or that he's not quite shouting. Anger, fear, confusion and pain. Coming back to himself fully he remembers now. He's at a party. The Spring Dawn party.

"No..nonono..." Still a jumble of intense emotions that aren't easy to make sense of.

Too many people. He has to get away. It doesn't matter who's around him, as Spike heads for any shadows he can find. Running, slipping away, trying to hide so he can figure out just what that was.

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GEIS

There was a girl. It's complicated. But she was having a rough time. Her mum was sick. And this girl, normally so very strong and capable, couldn't fight it. She did her best, got her mum the best treatment while watching over her younger sister too. Doing her best to be strong.

But her mum died.

When I could--I brought flowers. They never made it to her though. Her friends accosted me outside, thought I was trying to get in good with her while she was vulnerable. It wasn't like that at all. I didn't put a note with the flowers--but I wanted to leave 'em for her mum. Decent person she was, caring and listening, and doing her best in a world most humans run screaming from. Those flowers were for her mum, and for that girl and her sister. From the man, instead of the monster.
Edited 2025-03-16 02:32 (UTC)
meforsaken: (- 04.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-15 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
“You’ve seen Back to the Future. Not a question, but a statement. Now for the question, I want you to ask yourself, are you currently fading out of existence? No? Wonderful.”

Hopefully that gets it across, references usually worked when discussing things with Billy and Teddy.

“As we know is true in Billy’s case, he never went missing. His story continued. Ours will as well. This is merely a side quest in a pocket dimension.”
hybrid_king: (Default)

[personal profile] hybrid_king 2025-03-15 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It would be a good point if not for...

"Multiverse, Loki. You're certain he and I are of the same universe? You and I? You and him? Prove to me that we are unquestionably from the same version of our earth and I might put some weight in the theory you're floating here."

It would be a relief. But they could just have created splinter timelines, and he hates that idea. Because it still means war.
vintagecaptain: ([steve] leaning)

[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-03-15 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd bet you there's one out there where we do." Because Steve refuses to believe every ending is a sad one. They deserve a happy ending after everything they've given to the world.

He looks towards the dance floor and there's a conflict in his expression. She's not his Peggy. He's not her Steve. Does it really count? Should he wait? Seems... well seems silly to wait any longer since he's either dead or captured and not seeing his Peggy any time soon.

"Are you sure?" he asks because he doesn't want to take the moment from her if she's not sure.
hottogo: ([smug] you've already lost)

SCREAM

[personal profile] hottogo 2025-03-15 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even if the two have never met face-to-face before, instead of shrinking demurely as she normally might, Hifumi brightens almost immediately at the sight of Sumire.

There's no hesitation in the older girl bowing her head forward in greeting.]


Sumire Yoshizawa, it's a true pleasure to finally meet you in person. Hifumi Togo. Though the means we've taken to get far in our respective fields has been our own, I believe there's no denying the similarities between us. Even from Kosei I've heard so much about your training and natural ability.
nightmarescenario: (0021)

Dance

[personal profile] nightmarescenario 2025-03-15 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Tony doesn't want to be here, but he's making a good show of pretending he isn't annoyed as hell. Would be a lot harder to do that without a drink in his hand, so at least there's that. It's fine. He's fine. And then...

Don't punch Rogers in the face. Don't punch Rogers in the face. Don't punch Rogers in the face. repeats over and over in his head as a preventative measure. Even if this Steve doesn't look exactly like the one from his world, the similarities are there - just like with himself and the other Tony - that he knows this is Steve Rogers.

"Of course you weren't," he says. Look, he tried - this is as non-punch-in-the-face as he can manage while being stuck in a weird world full of fucking magic. At least it didn't spill his drink.


[ooc: this is your not-so-friendly Superior Iron Man version of Tony Stark - even if he's trying to not project so much of what makes him almost-evil while he's here... for now.]
valle: (111)

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦

[personal profile] valle 2025-03-15 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
( Fortunate, then, that the person who approaches her is not an adult. It's another girl roughly the same age, if maybe a few months younger. Freshly turned twelve herself, dressed in the local garb, but with a careful and calculated distance in her expression that the locals definitely do not share.

It's rare for there to be a girl of her own age here. She's seen a few teenage boys, all slightly older. One other girl, also slightly older. Eleven is the closest in range and gender of anyone she's seen them pull in so far, and that alone would be enough to grasp Laura's curiosity.

But what initially attracted her is actually the smell of blood. She follows it; spots it on the girl's lip. Watches her stuff a fistful of food into her mouth the same way Laura had on her first day here, and she feels an immediate kinship in that combination of blood and disregard for manners or propriety in the face of a starved hunger.

She edges closer, around the table, into Eleven's sight line.

Doesn't say anything yet, but she moved into visual range on purpose. She wants to be seen, and she wants to make eye contact, to study the girl more clearly from a closer range — without startling her, or making her worry that Laura intends to steal her food.

Wary curiosity. Interest.

Hola.
)
hottogo: ([smile] all shogi no thoughts)

iii - un: kyōsha

[personal profile] hottogo 2025-03-15 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The gift was no doubt made all the more beautiful by the dedication you put into working for it.

What did the bracelet look like?
vintagecaptain: ([steve] disappointed)

[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-03-15 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not here to threaten anyone." But he might threaten Loki if they keep testing his patience. Steve's not one to put up with their bullshit for long. "I'm going to ask them my question."

Because they're the ones that took him and Steve wants answers from the source. Not lies because that's what he expects from Loki.

"So, if you're confident I'm not going to start a brawl in the middle of a nice party, can you now step aside?"
haemophile: (Default)

@l.cravensworth

[personal profile] haemophile 2025-03-15 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Not bad. Violently?
astronema: (17788458)

The Party

[personal profile] astronema 2025-03-15 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Near enough to Cole to hear him, a woman with many implants forcibly embedded into her flesh and a bob of bright red hair takes notice of his odd speech. She listens, and then squints, peering over at who she assumes is just a very odd human. ]

Reciting poetry?

[ It isn't half bad, at least the cadence is interesting. It's better than the people puffing themselves up about how they're totally going to break out of this place, something Astronema herself doesn't intend to bother with trying. ]
ardentis: (Default)

chance at a dance ~

[personal profile] ardentis 2025-03-15 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Having gone to his fair share of parties and galas and the like, Emmrich was no stranger to dancing and he was certainly not one to leave a hopeful standing on the fringes of the floor if he could help it. That said hopeful was a familiar face and a friend made it all the more imperative that he intervene.

"I'm surprised no one's asked you," he intones as he steps up beside his companion, recognising him in this crowd all the quicker for the squawking of his feathered and exuberant second shadow. "Or has our friend here stolen away all your partners?"
tonchiki: ([生き生き] 03)

[personal profile] tonchiki 2025-03-15 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Whaaat? [Ryuji laughs, loud and boisterous at the stranger's weird comment. What a random thing to say! Surely that's not gonna burrow into his brain and become a real problem!!] That's crazy. What kinda weirdo fairy tale logic is that?

[He kanpais the man back and drains another teacupful of soup, right down the hatch. Just soup. Normal soup. Definitely not made of people.] Only nice thing about this place, you said? What, you been here long?