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[ hello and welcome to Boredom Hours, sponsored by one too many midafternoon beers and a perpetual inability to not immediately make his ennui everyone else's problem. today's host is... Reno!

when the video starts, it's to a shockingly decently framed shot of Reno doing the hooligan squat on the front stoop of his apartment building. he's got a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth, and once he's sure that the video is rolling he takes a long drag of it before he speaks. ]

Sup. I'm Reno. Some of ya may know me from my colorful past as "guy who got yanked into pool by tentacle monster."

[ probably nobody knows him that way but it's fine. we are not concerned with strict veracity here. Reno blows a neat smoke ring and grins the kind of grin that means he knows he's being a pain in the ass. ]

I was thinkin', y'know, there's only so many of us. Probably ain't a bad idea to get to know each other, right? [ he gestures with his cigarette as he speaks as if to underscore his words. ] We need some conversation starters. Some icebreakers, y'know? Everybody's favorite highlight from their corporate bonding retreats.

So! [ he holds up a hand to count on.

one finger. ] Two truths and a lie. Post 'em, let other people guess. I'll leave mine too. Shoutout to the blond girlie who had that party a couple months back for this one.

[ two fingers. ] Hot or not. Or smash or pass, whatever you wanna call it. Post yourself and let people vote, if you're brave. Or post your friends if you want to fuck around. You can all see my face right now so count that as my submission.

[ three fingers. ] Creativity exercise, open prompt. You can go anywhere, be anybody, do anything you want. The world ain't ending and there's no war or whatever the hell going on. Who are you and what are you doing? [ brief smoke break, and then Reno stubs the butt out on the cement, exhaling as he says, ] Me, I wanna make mediocre coffee for minimum wage and not worry about shit except makin' rent.

[ and lastly, four fingers. ] "Reno, this is fuckin' stupid and I don't want to do it." Okay, nobody's got a gun to your head. We ain't even got guns here. Do what you want.

[ his four fingers curl in so he can offer a cheerful, if a bit manic, thumbs-up before he reaches out to turn off the video.

just before he touches the button, though, he pauses as if something just occurred to him— ] Oh, shit—also, drop map pins for your favorite restaurant in this place. I'm in the market for new eats, bonus points if it's spicy.

[ okay, now he's gone. ]

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Yes!

( entirely blind to the turmoil she's caused on both ends (seemingly, anyway, and if she looks smug about it for a beat no she isn't) the faun is all too happy to find a spot to settle into and pull a blanket up to her chin. it's a bit more of a process because of the horns and all the hair - she doesn't want to rip through pillows. )

Don't forget the forehead kiss!

[ angela can go pace the aisles after don frees them both with her wiggling, moving to tuck fearne in as tightly as she can, really getting her hands in there. nice butt. so on and so forth.

... and now... forehead kiss...

wow. don has never felt calmer. she's not tormented one bit by thoughts unlike when she had to kiss (by duty's demand) gebura and netzach, is it because it's not the lips? or what. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm she doesn't want to think about it she'll lean down and give fearne a lil smooch on her forehead. ]

How is that!

[ there was a long pause between the tucking and kissing don't worry about it. ]

( angela has indeed absconded... back to where they found her (in a comfy chair) and she will just be tucked in there. listening to them finish up. contemplating her choices. every one of them. and beginning to think about her Revenge, because no one makes a fool of Her.

being human is a regret but she has to live with it. )

Edited 2023-10-14 01:04 (UTC)

( yeah, her impending demise at both being part of 'yeah lets break into the bookstore' and promptly following that up with 'rising up to a challenge unnecessarily' - not to mention the hot or not thing - she's enjoying being tucked in while she can!!!

she does wait expectantly for the kiss the whole while, wiggling in her spot happily when it finally comes. )

Full marks, no notes! Good work, Don.

( does she want a pat on the head for it because, )

I thank thee.

[ yes she's bowing down for a head pat. actually no she's flopping onto fearne, because she's. souft. wao. souft. ]

Hmhm, I think I prefer this position far more! I rather like my freedom.

[ being snug is nice but it also gives her a minor panic attack if she stays there too long so this? on top of a busty woman? better. ]

( indeed.. souft... warm, even. warmer than most, considering her natural inclination to elemental wildfire. she doesn't seem to mind her laying on her one bit, something about taking comfort in the weight of her, so she'll happily run her fingers carefully through don's hair, her hum soft as a lullaby. )

Do you? Well, you're welcome to it whenever you'd like.

[ oooh... that feels nice, actually. no one really does that. the last person who did, maybe... was rodya, and even if she'd seen the woman a month ago again...

don feels something pang deep inside her heart and she rests her cheek against fearne's chest, closing her eyes. ]

Then... is it alright, Miss Fearne, if I stay like this a little longer?

[ don't. ask about her quiet sort of tone. ]

( ah, well. it's a terribly good thing that don doesn't quite have the angle to see the way her gaze drifts off by the wayside, away from angela as well, still idly petting the cropped blonde between her fingers.

the ones she's used to is shorter, and he's always favored sleeping on her thigh over all else. she does not have much stock in the gods, but perhaps they might keep those she's without safe in her stead. )

I don't mind. ( but she does laugh at least, tucking a little druidcrafted daisy behind her ear. ) There are worst places to be than a warm spot and spending time with someone who works as hard as you do.

[ mmmm. it's enough to fall asleep to, if she isn't careful; there's something about the people she connects with nature that really ease her. maybe it's a longing for that quietness herself. the sort of loneliness one feels in the woods isn't painful, it's... kind, in a way, where someone can just be themselves. sinclair has trees too, she remembers, and huffs a soft laugh to herself.

maybe she is a beast longing for the woods. ]

I do not think I work as hard as it seems. [ a sighed phrase. ] I am often at rest, when I am not here, for all I may speak on anything else... it gives Sir Vergilius, the one whom I owe very much, many grievances.

[ ...

is that okay, though? that she isn't trying as hard as she could be to return? there's things to do, places to be, and vergilius has made it clear it should be her first priority... that she shouldn't be spending her time on useless things here, though don finds them so fun and... ]

There is not much for me to do in such a peaceful world, when it is at rest.

[ you know. that old thing. ]

[ Don't worry. Things won't be at rest for much longer.

Because Gebura, Destroyer of Tranquility (and Angela's revenge, I guess) is making an appearance. Presumably because she'd realized this was the most likely place for her boss to be playing the avoidance card, followed up by realizing the door was broken and stepping in to see...

... She has no idea what the hell is going on here, she's already rolling up her sleeves when she sees Angela, but when her gaze strays further, turns a tad confused at the sight of Don Quixote, but then lands on Fearne... ]

You.

[ Oh, there is violence in that tone. ]

( fuck. )

Lovely to see you again!

( said mid-scramble.... and for good measure, she's going to wink at the Very hot and Very angry woman. she's faced ancient horrors, sure, but this is a little different! don gets one last quick lil kissy to the top of her head before it's replaced with the nose of a weasel. so she could, you know, weasel her way out of a sticky situation,

bye!!!!! got places to be all of a sudden!!!!!!!!! )

[ oh wings.

she's scrambling up too, but her hand lands on fearne's weasel form before grabbing her up and chucking her ass behind a bookshelf. she's GOT YOU boo time to reaffirm her loyalty to gebura. ]

M-M-Mistress Gebura!!! What a surprise to see thee here!!! And as stunning as thy picture, as ever!!!

[ please she will distract her, ]

There is, ehm, there is no one, I shall not lie, she has gone away from here and-- there is no need to harm an innocent creature!!!

( oh, gebura's here.

oh, gebura's here. well, while she's distracted by the fearne-and-don show, angela's just going to slide out of her chair, blanket and all, and start to sneak off. don't mind her! she's just leaving. she has to go. thank you. )

She sure as hell isn't innocent and if you get in my way--

[ Well. Angela probably saves someone today, because it's kind of impossible not to see her trying to make a stealthy break for it, and Gebura moves to stride over there and grab her by the collar, much in the manner of scruffing an unruly kitten. ]

And where do you think you're going, Angela?

( FUCK.

angela is silent for a long moment, in part because she's never been scruffed and this is probably one of the more humiliating moments of her life, and in part because she's trying to figure out a really good lie that gebura will definitely believe-- )

For a walk.

( yeah that one ain't it chief. )

[ "if you get in my way" haha and then what

more seriously she feels for angela. she too has been scruffed like a kitten. only pity in her eyes. pity and longing. tad bit of envy. she can't help it but this is a great time for the fearne-don show to take their leave, because this is not a crime don needs to intervene in since its gebura. thanks angela. ]

( she's fast as fuck boy. ESPECIALLY now that she's been thrown. thanks, don. a real homie.

weasel to something smaller. like a hamster. she's hamstering her way out of the scene. she's out for real this time bye!!! )

[ Gebura Will Remember This.

But for now, Fearne gets to live a little longer (for now) and Gebura turns her attention to the remaining Problem Child. ]

Really? You're running away again?

( angela's silence probably says more than any words she could Actually say—

it doesn't stop her from sighing and eventually actually answering, rolling her blanket up in her arms so she can hug it. )

Yes, I am. I won't dress it up all prettily like "I'm only being considerate of you lots' feelings", as easy as that would be. ( it would only be partly true. it's mostly for herself. just like not trying to befriend them when she first got here and ending up tentatively reaching out in that awkward, off-balance way she did after some encouragement from roland.

ugh. ) Are you here to drag me back, then?

Yeah. You're gonna have to face the other two eventually, but if it's so scary for you, at least start with one of us.

Can't be that hard, can it? You've shared an apartment with me and looked me in the eye before, knowing you murdered me in your reality. Does me knowing that make it all that different?

[ Is she still angry about it? Yes. But it's not like before, where she let her anger prevent her from moving forward. ]

( it does, actually, even if she can't explain why— it just feels bad. not necessarily worse, but bad all the same. )

...At least before I could pretend it didn't happen. ( she mumbles it, because all it does amount to is that she wanted to keep playing house with the people she murdered. put the logistics aside for future angela to worry about, even though it would still hurt to go home and remember any good times shared. and then, not-as-mumbled: ) Do you think it was easy for me, Gebura? I didn't want anything to do with any of you in the first place— but I was encouraged to make the most of my time here, to see if we could've all been friends if not for the circumstances we'd been in—

( and the answer is? ... ... ... maybe not. maybe so. sometimes it felt close, but who was the one getting unsure and flustered about how to react, feeling uncomfortable and backstepping into the familiarity of their relationships previously? her. yeah, her. angela knows. )

I'm not going to run away from you again. ( she can't. there are only so many places and people angela could go to here, and gebura's smart enough to find her eventually. ) Put me down.

[ She puts her down.

Or drops her, rather. Non-gently. Sorry, Angela. ]

I don't think it was easy for you, no. But I don't really feel like feeling bad for you when you could've picked literally any time before then to tell us. I'm not going to call you a heartless monster, either, because obviously if you didn't regret it at least a little, you would have told us right off the bat and kept your distance.

( oof. angela winces as she meets the floor, but she eventually gets back up. she kind of wanted to stay down there actually, but-- )

I... was just being selfish. That's all. Just like I always have been.

( she brushes herself off and, after a moment, goes to toss the blanket with the other ones fearne and don had brought. she returns to go around the front counter and retrieve her book, holding it tightly against her chest. )

...Let's go. Sleeping here hasn't actually been that comfortable, so I'll happy to have a bed to rest in instead.

( or the couch. whatever. )

[ Wow she didn't throw the other bed out, she's not a monster. ]

Altruism isn't exactly a thing that exists in the City, anyway. Come on.

[ Back to the apartment where at least beds exist! ]

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