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vaughn the wildcard ([personal profile] moneyman) wrote2016-08-27 02:34 pm
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SOME POINT DURING TIME BUGS idek; audio; un: fiona

[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-09-06 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Important question: are you currently acting insane?
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[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-09-09 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, like Rhys. [She's glad that she wasn't the only one disturbed by his behavior. And, you know, it's Rhys. That's saying a lot. His behavior is always a little off-kilter.] Let's hope it's not "brain poison," because that sounds like something that doesn't have a cure. But -- there have been a lot of kids around, did you notice that? So maybe... something with kids, would kids make him totally lose it?

[But also.]

Did you say he called you Angelo?
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[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-09-12 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, sort of? It was more like he didn't recognize... himself. [She pauses for a second.] Do you remember he did this at the Atlas facility? Acted like a totally different person?
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[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-09-13 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
['What am I supposed to do,' oh, Vaughn. Fiona takes another second to herself, making sure to soften her tone when she continues.]

Look... I know you and Rhys are tight. But I think we need to consider that there is something seriously wrong with him.
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[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-09-16 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[VAUGHN, YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN RHYS. Too pure for this world.]

Don't beat yourself up about it. It's not like he's really open about whatever's going on. [She valiantly refrains from making a comment about chronic head injuries.] I'll see if I can get him to talk to you once he's... himself again. I can be pretty persuasive.
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[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-09-18 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[She meant more that she is planning on yelling at him until he listens to her, although...]

Hey, dude, we have to stick together. You're closer to Pandoran than anyone else on this team.
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[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-09-20 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
You're basically an honorary bandit by this point. Most offworlders wouldn't survive that long. [Congrats?? "Honorary bandit" is probably not something one should be proud of, but. It's a compliment, really.]

I guess my point is, I got your back. Don't worry.
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[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-09-23 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[jfc, Vaughn... she is going to have to give him some survival lessons, he can't get a big head about this. Big heads get shot. In the big head. Because it's a large target.]

Yyyyeahhh, you and me, both. I was on the last one, but it was basically just babysitting. Oh, also there was a tornado, but. Pretty easy, otherwise. The ones before that were apparently more of a shit-show.
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[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-09-26 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
To be fair, they were alien babies.
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[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-09-29 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhh, apparently they had to assassinate people? Including, I guess, literal gods? [Which frankly she isn't too concerned about, that sounds like standard Vault Hunter fare. She's ready.]

As far as I know, they were successful. Hell of a rubric if "killing gods" means you passed, but. What do I know, I've never saved a planet before.
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[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-10-02 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
That's the story, anyway. You'll have to ask Rhys how that went -- well. [Maybe not.] When he's... himself again. I guess.
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[personal profile] cachemoney 2016-10-10 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Right. Hopefully it won't take too long.
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some nebulous point after bugs, text!

[personal profile] dbag 2016-09-11 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Hiiii... sorry for calling you Angelo. That's not even like a good name, you don't even look like an Angelo. And sorry for being a dick. Sorry about all of that stuff, just consider this a blanket apology.
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[personal profile] dbag 2016-09-13 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, see, I knew YOU'D understand. Fiona's super pissed at me. But no, I totally promise I will never call you Angelo ever again. I mean, if anything, you're more like a... Rodrigo.
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[personal profile] dbag 2016-09-18 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Well. It's less what I said...

Actually. Tangentially related. Can I talk to you about something?
dbag: ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ, ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜʀᴇᴛʜʀᴀ. (pic#10209456)

[personal profile] dbag 2016-09-20 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ On second thought, 'I'm basically losing my mind LOL txt it!' sounds awful, he can't force himself to do it. ]

Okay, this is actually more of an in-person thing, I guess. No, I know, it's definitely an in-person thing. Where are you?
dbag: ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴜɴᴛs ɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇs. ɪ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ. (Default)

[personal profile] dbag 2016-09-21 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Uhhh I can come to your room unless you're scared I'm gonna call you Angelo and murder you or something. Which I am not.
dbag: ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss? ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋғᴀsᴛ! (pic#10209500)

[personal profile] dbag 2016-09-22 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Haha. "Here lies Angelo, he was surprisingly ripped." Anyway. Okay. See you soon.

[ It's not that long before he's knock-knock-knocking on Vaughn's door, smiling weakly. ] Hiiiiiii... [ He grimaces a little; that 'hi' was way too long and way too awkward. Frowning, he repeats, shorter this time, ] Hi.
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[personal profile] dbag 2016-09-23 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
What's going on isss... [ He trails off, stalling. You don't just jump right into the crazy stuff, but where do you start when it's all crazy? He rubs his hands together a little, fidgeting. ] Actually, you might want to be sitting down for this. I am about to— just blow your mind here. [ He mimes a head exploding, complete with sound effects: ] Bwooosh.
Edited (that typo was going to haunt me sorry) 2016-09-23 03:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dbag 2016-09-23 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
No! No, I am not going to murder you. ...Which totally sounds like something a murderer would say. Moving on. [ This is the worst, let him die. GOD, STRIKE HIM DOWN RIGHT NOW. He lowers his hands, avoiding pacing too much by just awkwardly shifting his feet. ] Okay, I'm just going to, uh, just go for it, I guess. I see dead people! Dead person, really, um, but that doesn't work with the reference.
dbag: ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ. (pic#10150906)

[personal profile] dbag 2016-09-25 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Well— no, I mean, yeah, you could say that, but not actually, you know? Dead person, yes. Ghost, nnnno? Maybe? Digital ghost. If that's a thing. [ He clears his throat, brushing the hair at the nape of his neck back with his fingers self-soothingly. He could calmly and clearly explain the situation in a way that makes sense, but haha, no. Word-vomit works just as well. ] —Oh, also, it's Jack. Handsome Jack. As in the Handsome Jack. Not that there are... others. That I know of.
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[personal profile] dbag 2016-09-28 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes! Right, exactly, see, I knew you'd get it. [ Their bronnection. He's so pleased with Vaughn, it's like he doesn't even have to say things that make sense, Vaughn will just make it make sense for him. ] Annnnd. That's basically it, that's the whole thing. Just thought you should know.
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[personal profile] dbag 2016-09-30 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Not right at this exact second, um. But if you mean right now as in... this general time period, yes.

[ He realizes he didn't answer Vaughn's original question — god, one at a time, don't be so impatient! — and brings his hand up to bite his fingernail nervously. It's so awkward, and he feels so bad for not saying anything earlier. ]

Remember the ID drive thing? Where I was like, you know, look and learn! And then I passed out a little?
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[personal profile] dbag 2016-10-02 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, okay, I didn't mean to keep it a secret, I just. Thought you'd all think I was crazy. And then I just waited longer and longer and, you know, then there wasn't really a good time? I didn't want to bring it up while we were all in the caravan playing cards or something, like... oh, hey, by the way, I'm cheating using my brain ghost AI.

[ He smooths his hair back again even though it doesn't actually need it, just to have something to (awkwardly) do with his hands. ] And as long as we're being honest, I did cheat at a lot of games.
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[personal profile] dbag 2016-10-03 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahh, right. [ He sucks in air through his teeth, grimacing a little. ] Soooooo, funny story. Remember when I was acting weird? The other day?
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[personal profile] dbag 2016-10-07 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe. Yes, definitely. But don't worry about it, I've got it all under control! I've got it handled. [ DON'T WORRY the handler's got it...... ] I just. Thought you should know.
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[personal profile] dbag 2016-10-16 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He grimaces, making a high-pitched 'eeeeeh' sound, it's all very annoying. ]

Well. Not exactly.
winces: (( thirteen ))

12/22 | text | username: olivia

[personal profile] winces 2016-12-25 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ needless to say, she feels terrible. vaughn had been nothing but sweet to her all evening, and then she goes and ditches him at the first instance of heartbreak, like a total selfish slob.

she dithers in contacting him the next morning, but she knows she must. she just wishes she could do it better... ]

Um... Vaughn? Can I speak with you?

[ knowing, though, that he probably HATES HER RIGHT NOW, she is quick to add: ]

But if you'd rather not hear from me anymore, I understand...!
winces: (( fifty-seven ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-02 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ she is ready to launch into the whole spiel, carefully outlined and plotted and rehearsed in her mind. for olivia, apologies come easily; the need to please and to be liked, coupled with that near-crippling lack of self-worth... it is simply all too easy to assume others have seen the worst of you, when that's all you can see in yourself.

so it is not often she finds herself on the other end, hearing an apology before she can even carry out her own. she recognizes that apology too, broad and vague but not in an insincere way. it's the kind of apology she's said herself, many times before. the quiet certainty that the fault is yours, no matter what you've done, no matter how hard you've tried.

it's a familiarity that has her pausing, reconsidering her actions. in the end, she decides to go a different way... ]

You've done absolutely nothing wrong, Vaughn.
Do you think we could meet?
winces: (( twelve ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-02 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ the text function does not allow for much feeling to be gleaned between conversation, but she, too, dares to feel hopeful that his comment is sincere. ]

Do you remember where the ball had been? The room should still be there, I think.
Ten minutes?

[ there he'll find her, standing just beside the large double doors that had once been the grand party's entrance. her long hair has been drawn into a high, messy bun, pink piled on top of pink in an attempt to keep it mostly out and away from her face, wearing an oversized sweater and what appears to be... silk pajama shorts.

she is holding something nervously between her hands while she waits — a freshly cleaned, folded up handkerchief. ]
winces: (( twenty-five ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-02 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ had she been more mindful of things, she would have granted herself a bit more time to get ready, look a bit more presentable. she didn't want vaughn to think this meeting — that she is fully aware is nothing but a testament to his generosity — meant so little to her, but in between washing and drying the handkerchief (it's actually still a little damp) and finally gathering the nerve to message him, she'd done little else but roll miserably out of bed. she at least had enough sense to pull that sweater over her pajamas. ]

Oh, um.. [ she looks down at the handkerchief, thumbs idly smoothing down along its folds again before finally holding it out to him. ] No, it... was the least I could do.

[ with nothing left to hold but her own arms, she watches her feet for a moment, gathering her nerve once more, before finally meeting his eyes. ]

I'm so sorry I left you last night, Vaughn.
winces: (( forty ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-02 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ twice now she is struck by his kindness — the strange ease with which he forgives her... the even stranger offer to help where he has no reason to want to.

for a few, quiet moments she flounders, uncertain how to respond. briefly, she considers accepting, only to realize she has already asked too much of him as it is... nor would she even have one clue what he could even do for her. she takes comfort, instead, in the offer itself... in the genuine sentiment behind it. ]

Last night, I... [ what can she even say? should she even say anything at all? ]

Something happened. And I just — wasn't really in a moon for a party after that.

[ perhaps he can see it now, standing close as they are. there is no lighting here in the halls, morning as it is, and the windows are far enough away that natural light doesn't quite reach them. but should he look, he might see it — the telltales signs of a night spent crying, an overall exhaustion for a day that's just barely begun. ]
winces: (( fifty ))

omg *mood...

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-02 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ inclined as she as well is to physical forms of comfort, she is even more hesitant to ever ask for them. it's why she has opted for hugging herself, hands gripping her arms in a half-hearted attempt to ground herself. again, he surprises her, and at this point she really must lesrnto sfop underestimating the gentleness of his heart. in truth, she thinks she might like some company, whatever she does, if only to keep her mind busy, the devastating thoughts and memories of the night previous ag bay.

but who is she to ask anything more of him, when she is the one who is meant to be apologizing here? she is the selfish one, she was the one who had lost herself to her own feelings and forgotten his entirely.

as hopeful as she might have looked a moment earlier, she bites her lip now and slowly shakes her head. ]

N-No, Vaughn, I... you've already done so much for me.

[ forgiving, understanding, caring. ]

I'm sorry — you don't have to concern yourself with all that.
winces: (( twelve ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-02 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she cannot help how her smile widens, seeming to move along with the evaporation of some of the weight on her shoulders. visibly, she seems to relax, not looking nearly as tired or as pinched in the expression, as if she were holding something back that would only threaten to burst out of her later. it is clear now his attempts here are genuine, and she cannot help but be thankful for it. there was a time there, the night before, when she had been feeling her lowest of lows again...

but gestures like these remind her of what twisted fate had told her — that even in such times, she must never forget those around her that care. and for some, strange reason, this kind man has decided that he does.

she can feel her cheeks begin to warm a little. ]

That's — extremely kind of you, Vaughn, I—

[ but then something in her mind seems to click. his mentioning of food has her mind drawing back to another, whose needs she has neglected in her own worries. biting down on her lip, she glances down the hall for a moment before looking back towards the man himself. ]

I.. do need to feed Saffron, my pet. Do you... want to help me, maybe?

[ and then, she figures, and then they can do any of the other fun things he'd mentioned. ]
winces: (( forty-three ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-02 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, he's the very best pet anyone could ever ask for, [ she says, totally unbiased at all. but now that they've got a plan, she feels slightly more re-energized. there is, at least, more bounce to her step as she begins leading the way down to the kitchens, and there is definitely a little more light in her eyes as she continues to gush. ]

He's been with me for over a year now... Gosh, it seems like so long ago, but he's only a few weeks older than that. You'd love him, I'm sure...!
winces: (( thirty-four ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-02 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
One of our own had bred his parents, and decided to give the litter out to any of the recruits who might have wanted one. I volunteered in case there were any left over... and we've been together ever since!

[ while she isn't quite as aware of the effect her new-found enthusiasm has on him, she is at least self-aware enough to realize that she is feeling much better. distractions definitely help her in the long run, and it's always a blessing when she is able to pull herself out of her own head enough to get a good look around.

by the time they make it to the kitchen, she already has a plan of attack in mind. it's not the first time she's done this, of course, so she moves around the space with ease. ]

Here you are—

[ from one of the cupboards, she hands vaughn a... pot. a very large pot. the one with a handle like a bucket.

and then she's moving to the refridgerator, starting to draw out wrapped slabs of... raw meat??? ]
winces: (( seventy ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-02 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh... he's a lion cub!

[ none of this seems out of the ordinary to olivia, but then again she has has saffron for over a year now... and spent much of her life among the woods and wild animals before that. ]
winces: (( eighty-one ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-03 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ she is actually quite blown away by his genuine excitement. sure, a lion cub is pretty interesting... saffron himself is amazing, of course, but there is something about the way vaughn exclaims like that hat has her... second-guessing her assumptions about him. ]

D-Do you think so...?

[ she smiles a little nervously, hoping now that he won't somehow be disappointed. after hefting one last slab of steak into the pot, she shuts the door with a bump of her hip, and proceeds to lead the way back out. hands can be washed later... they'll just get dirty again anyway. ]

Do you like lions?
winces: (( seventy-seven ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-03 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ her laugh is a delicate sound, void of malice of mirth at his expense. rather, she seems delighted that he should be so excited. after getting over her own surprise over it, she cannot help but take cue from it. ]

You don't have to apologize, [ she tells him warmly, leading the way out of the castle, towards one of the more open areas surrounding it. somehow she just seems to know where to go. ]

I'm very happy to be part of your first.
winces: (( thirty-four ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-04 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ reaching over, oliva gives the rim of the pot a gentle tap. ]

That's what the meat is for, [ she says, after leaning in as if to share a secret. once in the middle of the field she stops them, but rather than look around for the lion... she actually closes her eyes. seeming to concentrate.

then she turns to her left, cups one side of her mouth and calls: ]
Saffron...! Come here, sweetie!!

[ a few moments of silence, and then some rustling of dead brush. soon enough a tawny, year-old lion cub comes trotting towards them, ears perked at both the sights and smells they make. ]
winces: (( eighteen ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-04 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ saffron, unsurprisingly, makes a beeline straight for olivia, who meets him with a few steps forward, and dropping down to her knees. the lion cub is tall enough now that he need only shift forward to bump his forehead against olivia's, earning a light laugh from the woman, whose hands don't even hesitate to reach up and scratch him along the sides of his face, so close to that large maw of his. ]

Saffron's a very good boy, [ she says, totally unbiased, before finally rising to her feet. she leads him to where vaughn stands with the pot of meat still, and while the lion seems to regard the man with curiosity, it's clear that most of his attention is on the meat itself. especially when he starts to lift a large paw to bat at it. ]

Oh, Saffron, don't be so impatient — come say hi to my friend first! This is Vaughn~
winces: (( five ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-04 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ as if somehow understanding (or perhaps due to a complete disregard of introductions, period), saffron doesn't hesitate to paw at the pot again, effectively tugging it from vaughn's hands so that it drops at their feet. the lion cub, having worked up quite an appetite during his morning exploration of the grounds, charges face-first into his breakfast, tearing into each steak like it would be his last.

beside him, olivia lets out a quiet tsk. ]

I promise he usually has better manners than this, [ she murmurs. ]
winces: (( twelve ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-05 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ olivia's nose crinkles a little at the word; she has, perhaps, taken a far more... maternal approach to lion cub rearing than perhaps one probably should. ]

I raised him, [ she says simply, watching as saffron finishes off one steak in three easy bites, and beings to nose into the fallen pot for another. ] I suppose that means he trained himself.
winces: (( ninety-seven ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-05 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ no harm, no foul, really. it's clear from her own expression that she doesn't seem at all bothered by his word-choice, apart from the initial disagreement. she's gone right back to looking at saffron fondly, puffing up a bit proudly as he plows his way through all those steaks. she hopes, in the next planet, he'll be able to get more fresh game... ]

Oh, he was very adorable, [ she agrees, somewhat distractedly. ] He used to fit right here in my arms, if you can even believe that—

[ she pauses suddenly, then turns to him with wide eyes. a hand falls on his arm, lightly gripping. ]

Actually — would you like to see?
winces: (( forty-one ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-05 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's over 9000 at this point. but the kicker? it's mutual. ]

I do!

[ she doesn't even bother to contain her own excitement over it, though granted her joy comes mostly from someone whose world has no such means, and so the novelty and wonder of it all is just as exciting for her as the thing itself. ]

Back in Zeta-12, ALASTAIR had gifted me one of those little, um... you know those cameras [ yes, she kind of mangles the pronunciation ] and luckily I was able to same some of the pictures from the fire on Perdition's Rest!

[ somewhere in the middle of her explanation, her hand has slipped down to lightly grasp his wrist, which she is now using to tug him along back towards the castle. as timing would have it, saffron has just finished scarfing down his last steak, and is now content to lazily follow them back in. ]
winces: (( ten ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-06 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ it doesn't take long to retrace their steps, even though she currently rooms on the second floor of the castle. saffron trots along without a care, knowing this route now like the back of his paw. olivia's hands are still sticky from the raw meat, but she's a bit too distracted by her excitement to even realize — at least until she actually gets into her room.

a beeline is made to the little bathroom there, outside of which she kindly asks vaughn to wait. saffron trots in after her, expected just what he gets — she turns on the taps to the sink, plugging it so it begins to well up. she rinses the last of the raw meat off her hands just as saffron leans up on the sink to take some generous gulps of water.

once done with that, she shuffles back into the small room, looking near identical to all the others, really. fairly standard, clearly not all that lived in, in the sense that her things only occupy a small corner of it — nothing truly noteworthy, various articles of clothing, more remnants from missions past. there on the dresses, she has begun to arrange some of her polaroids, which she rifles through now.

finally producing one of her and saffron (along with the fully grown saphire, her squidge), she takes this back to vaughn. ]

This is us on Zeta-12, right before saying goodbye.
Edited 2017-01-06 01:45 (UTC)
winces: (( twenty-five ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-06 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ her smile crinkles a little at the mention of zeta-12, though her heart had already begun to grow heavy from just the sight of the photo alone. tucked away in one of the dresser's drawers are another set of photographs, folded between rich, purple fabric that will not see the light of day for quite some time.

a little hastily, she turns away. proceeds to busy herself with cleaning around, picking up an article of clothing here and there, but there sadly isn't much to really do, given how bare the space is in the first place. it is just that, after all — still a space. not quite a home. ]

D-Did you arrive afterwards?
winces: (( fifty-two ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-07 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ with her back turned towards him, she cannot see how his face falls in the sudden shift of the atmosphere. she can pretty much sense it, though, and frankly even anticipated it. and yet try as she did to lessen the impact of her sudden solemn mood, it seems it was all for naught anyway.

her shoulders slump slightly, and her hands stall over the fabric in her arms. after a moment she turns to the lone bed in the room, covers still a mess from when she'd woken up not too long ago. carefully, she begins to fold some of the clothes she sets down there. ]

My first time here... the entire place had been in ruins. [ in the end, it had just been a simulation. ] It is nice to have someplace to come back to every now and then.
winces: (( ninety ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-09 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ her hands stall over a particularly messy fold of her alastair coat. her shoulders do not necessarily deflate, so much as they seem to settle, as if forcibly relaxed. tension still strings through her every movement, but when she finally turns to him, there is a small, grateful smile there.

she knows what he's doing, having been on that end many times before... indeed, it is the familiarity of the forced tone in his voice that brings her back from her own thoughts. reminds her she hardly has the luxury to dwell in this moment. not with someone trying so hard to keep her from doing it. ]

I suppose you're right, [ she admits, in a tone that is considerably lighter than before, too. there are many things about that time she does not wish to think about in this moment, and so she strives to push it far back from her mind. if he's trying this hard, the least she could do is meet him halfway. ]

Have you eaten yet, Vaughn?
winces: (( seventy-seven ))

maybe end on your next? :O

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-14 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ in the end, their best is all they can really do. even if, in the moment, it doesn't really seem like much.

with a nod, she turns back towards him, letting the unfolded clothes lie over the rest for now. they are worries she can always return to some other time. for now, it can't hurt to enjoy the simple pleasure of company during a meal. ]

I know a place, [ she says in a soft sing-song voice, something impish and playful in the undertone. she means, of course, the only source of food in this entire place — the kitchens. ]
dbag: (pic#10572120)

gently invades ur inbox, some point in the days after the winter ball

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-08 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Soooo did you talk to Olivia yet, or. [ OR ARE THE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE SMILEYS GONNA COME OUT!!! ]
dbag: ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛs ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ's ғᴀᴄᴇ. ɴᴏ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀɪʟ. (pic#10209428)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-08 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
What, what does that mean. Did you yell at her?????
dbag: ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴜɴᴛs ɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇs. ɪ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ. (Default)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-08 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ok... then whose fault was it.
dbag: ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪsᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ sʜɪᴛ. (pic#10561178)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-08 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ All that time and energy spent insulting her for nothing!!! Obviously, the pet lion thing is fucking cool, but less important than: ]

Sooooo. Are you gonna ask her on another date?
dbag: ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴜɴᴛs ɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇs. ɪ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ. (Default)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-09 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
But YOU like her, right???

[ insert incessant elbowing in the ribs here ]
dbag: (pic#10749062)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-10 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, thennn we're gonna go out there and MAKE IT HAPPEN or... whatever. Just, idk, feel her out, see if she's interested.

Do you want me to feel her out for you? I'm gonna feel her out for you.
[ kill bill sirens should probably be playing in vaughn's head right now. ]
dbag: ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴀʟᴠᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ. (pic#10171771)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-12 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, my god, it's not my fault you're thinking about feeling her up. Just kidding. Like, 95% kidding. 90% minimum.

Just saying, if you ever can't handle it, I am a GREAT wingman.
[ is he tho ]
dbag: ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ's ɢᴏᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ! (pic#10069613)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-12 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Get it, it's finger guns. ]
winces: (( twenty ))

audio | username: olivia

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-13 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ sometime after the dossier is released, and her subsequent disaster of a conversation regarding it with sonia, olivia finds herself phoning vaughn despite the tiny voice in the back of her mind that still tries to insist this is a bad idea. not only is it bound to end in disaster, the voice keeps telling her, it could also be incredibly embarrassing...!

she actually manages to convince herself out of it before the magitek suddenly prompts her to speak, which is why vaughn will first here this soft, strangled squeak. and then: ]

U-Um... [ shoot shoot shoot! she can't just not say anything now, can she? ]

Hello, Vaughn..! [ ... ] H-How are you...

[ please kill her. ]
winces: (( thirteen ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-13 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ olivia's own heart, in turn, is beating wildly from anxiety. she wishes she could have realized the foolishness in this much sooner, and spare herself this embarrassment and vaughn this inconvenience. ]

I'm fine. [ the mechanical way she says this seems to imply otherwise, but at the very least the reason this time has far less to do with heartache and all that that entails. no, this time she's miserable all by her own doing. ]

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called — th-this was stupid—
winces: (( twenty-one ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-13 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she bites down on her lip, hiding her face beneath her hands as if that might somehow make this exchange any less painful. not that it really mattered, since this is all audio anyway. ]

I-It's nothing to worry about, [ she is quick to tell him, sensing now that she must have him concerned somehow. guilt tugs at her heart a little as a result. ]

I just had a... really silly idea. [ technically it was sonia's, but she'd gone along with it at the time, and she hardly wanted to drag the poor girl's name through the mud over this. ]

Have you read about the new mission yet?
winces: (( five ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-13 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she nods mutely, forgetting for the moment that he cannot see. the virus itself... the description of its effects reminds her all too much of the risen back home, which is, by far, the last thing she ever wants to think about when she thinks of home. ]

It was...

[ she pauses, then shakes her head. still too embarrassed to even speak of it...! ]

Y-You saw how they encouraged us to come up with cover stories, too..?
winces: (( fifteen ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-13 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Interesting is... one way to think about it.

[ there is a poignant pause from her as she struggles with her morals...

but in the end she cannot help but implicate her good friend sonia after all—! ]

A friend of mine suggested that creating a cover story that connects yourself to others in the team would be wise, so that it allows us the excuse to interact with people without drawing too much suspicion. According to her literature [ "literature," as if this were scholarly. as if this weren't based 100% on old crime novels and tv novellas ] she said one of the best ways to do this is to... create relationships... like marriage........................
winces: (( eighty-four ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-13 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe! [ her answer comes in a squeak that seems to border on a shriek. she clearly isn't doing any better when it comes to "pulling it together." ]

I-I mean — yes, she said it was best to choose someone you felt safe with and—

[ the next part comes slightly muffled; she's buried her face in her hands again. ]

I'm sorry, it was a silly idea, I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable...!
winces: (( fifty-nine ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-13 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ such a simple sentiment has her calming down somewhat, if only briefly to marvel at his words. ]

Of course I do, [ she says softly, with a faint laugh in her tone that seems to suggest the alternative is ludicrous. ] I would think anyone would.

[ have you met you? ]
winces: (( forty ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-14 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ she gets ready to reassert her sentiment — to earnestly tell him all the wonderful ways he's made her feel safe and comfortable, in just the two brief meetings they'd had together. it's not go gush, though she certsinly would be, but it never wuite sits right with her that someone she likes, especially someone so unfailingly nice, could feel so down about themselves.

but before she can even start, he brings up the cover story again, and she finds herself choking on her words. ]

R-Right... [ she sounds mildly mystified. ]

Do.. you really not mind...?
winces: (( eighty-one ))


[personal profile] winces 2017-01-14 03:20 am (UTC)(link)

[ funny how a single word can contain so much. how her voice neither quivers nor does it remain firm, some strange in-between of breathy and low.

it strikes her how sincere his words are, no pandering, no intent to simply give her what she wants to hear. it would take an absolute idiot not to still sense the excitement in his words, and in this moment she cannot shake off how utterly


it feels. ]
winces: (( twenty-three ))


[personal profile] winces 2017-01-14 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ she laughs a moment later — something high-pitched and nervous, hands flying up now to busily brush aside her fringe. ]

W-Well I am available...
winces: (( forty-eight ))


[personal profile] winces 2017-01-14 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ wait ]
winces: (( seven ))


[personal profile] winces 2017-01-14 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
—to talk! I-I'm available to talk! About the cover story! Anytime you'd like! Just let me know!!
winces: (( sixty-six ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-14 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she hesitates a little, back to wondering if this really is okay,.. ]

Oh, um...

[ why wouldn't it, though? they're just friends... and she'd meant what she said before. she does feel safe with him. ]

Well — I'm free now, if you are...
winces: (( forty-eight ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-15 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
To — your room?

[ that part she cannot help but squeak out a bit. true enough, he has been to her own room before, and she hardly batted an eye to it. it did help, too, that she has hardly had the chance to make it enough of hers to truly feel that attached or personal about it... but somehow she has become all too aware of how intimate it could be now, especially now, after all this fake marriage talk... ]
winces: (( twenty-three ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-15 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ olivia never really thought she'd find someone who babbles more than she does, but here you have it. trust alastair with its strange time-bending abilities to be able to find the one other person who seems even more skittish than she is. ]

N-No, it's okay, I'm—!

[ being silly, really. it shouldn't matter, of course it shouldn't. she's just gone and made it awkward herself.

she waves a hand in the air, even though he obviously cannot see. ]

I don't mind at all, [ she says. ] It might be a good idea to do this somewhere private, anyway. [ so they don't get disturbed... or psyche themselves out with an audience... ]
winces: (( twenty-one ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-16 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ in roughly eleven minutes, vaughn will hear a soft, tentative knock on his door. olivia had taken a few minutes to compose herself, talking through her emotions as saffron stared back at her patiently, clearly not understanding a single world she was saying but still being a good enough sport about it to at least pretend to be listening.

by the time she reaches his door, she has mostly steeled herself and calmed down from the initial anxiety. he turned out perfectly okay with it after all, so it should all just be smooth sailing from here on in, right? right. ]
winces: (( five ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-16 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she had worn a cloak, which she realizes now is rather silly, for nowhere in their plans did they account for ever wandering outside, where cloaks are far more the norm. it is a heavy one made of thick velvet, made even richer by the deep red of its color; a lovely gift from a perhaps-friend, and perhaps a bit too fancy for her, least of all this occasion, but it is the only one she has left, with the one from home so ruined from too many missions of use.

taking heed of his request to "make herself at home," she slips the cloak off her shoulders now, the fabric rustling quietly even as she carefully folds it up and sets it along the farthest corner of the bed, wishing to take up as little room as possible. this leaves her, of course, in the attire she had found herself in when arriving in alastair's care — a typical attire for dancers of her home, but perhaps... not so typical for others who are not aware of it.

nevertheless...! she doesn't seem too terribly bothered by her state of dress (or lack there of...) even as she carefully sets herself just beside her folded up cloak, sitting quite delicately on the very edge of the bed.

she looks up at her with a nervous, uncertain smile. ]

Is this okay...?
winces: (( twenty ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-18 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ she bites on her lip then, briefly seizing up in a way that might already reveal she likely didn't think all this through. ]

Oh — do you think I should? [ she reaches up to fiddle anxiously with a braid, glancing aside. ] I was thinking of trying something else... something different. Just for fun, you know—

[ she winces then, realizing that probably isn't really appropriate, considering what the mission actually is about. ]

I-I guess I got a little carried away with myself... When I'd heard they encouraged making up cover stories... my imagination ran a little wild.

[ she's the one to laugh first, nervous. ]

I guess it's just the performer in me...
winces: (( seventy ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-18 02:34 am (UTC)(link)

[ she hesitates for just a few moments longer, but it's obvious by the way she suddenly leans in, plants her hands flat on the space between them and how her eyes widen and sparkle that this is definitely something she might have humored more than once since the dossier had dropped. ]

Since we're still meant to blend in, I thought it best not to stray too far from what I know... But I have heard about perfomers — on the street? In the little establishments where people lounge and dine in. I've never really played an instrument before and I thought — maybe? It might be fun..!
winces: (( thirty-eight ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-18 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she inches even closer, nearly hopping in her seat as her own bubbling excitement threatens to overtake her. ]

Yes, I thought so too...! I've always enjoyed the sounds of it, and I figure it would be very easy to carry around, don't you think...?

[ truly, truly, the instrument she'd love to learn is the piano, as it had always been a very luxurious instrument for her. but it wouldn't be ideal for this mission. maybe next time. ]

But what about you, Vaughn? You mentioned you were considering your old job before...? What was it that you did?
winces: (( ninety-seven ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-18 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)

[ it's not a term she's familiar with, but it sounds cool... and she's sure it is cool if vaughn does it! though apparently he doesn't seem to agree.

frowning, she leans back. ]

Don't say that — I'm sure you're plenty talented. Tell me — what does an accountant do?
winces: (( thirty-five ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-18 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ to olivia's credit, she listens with rapt attention, nodding along as he works his way through an explanation. once he finishes, she's drawing back once more to fold her arms under her bust, lifting a hand to cup her chin in thought. ]

Well... if I am understanding this correctly, being an accountant must mean you have a mind for numbers and logistics. [ in that way, he reminds her a bit of robin, whose mind is a formidable opponent when it came to strategy and probability. ] And you like to help people as well, [ because getting paid is important! ] so you use your gifts for good.

[ she looks off to the side then, face scrunched up in a deeply thoughtful expression. ]

Perhaps we can find something for you to do in this new world that incorporates that skillset... while still allowing you an opportunity to explore something new.

[ a pause, then she looks back to him, brows lifted. ]

Do you have a passion, Vaughn?
winces: (( ninety-one ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-18 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)

[ she perks up at that. there weren't many in her world who took up the trade of mending, for many more would rather work on honing a specific craft and make profit from that. in a way, it is quite noble, then, to want to choose a trade that rests on waiting for others to decide they need you.

she smiles brightly at him. ]

That sounds like a wonderful idea!

[ she can see vaughn doing very well in this.

her gaze drops to his hands. ]

Are you, um. Very good with your hands...?
winces: (( seventy-five ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-18 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it is always so very strange whenever olivia finds herself on this side of the discussion. more often than not (and far more often than she would have liked), she would be the one lamenting her own shortcomings, or bringing herself down in an effort to keep expectations low... all in the hopes of avoiding disappointment in others.

before she can even think about it, she is surging forward, reaching across the short distance between them so she can cover his hands with hers, knowing that even if he will not look up at her, he can at least see and feel her hands on his. ]

Anyone would be lucky to have you, [ she insists quietly, with full and unbidden sincerity. ]
winces: (( seventy-seven ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-18 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she feels a faint flutter in her own chest, heart swelling to see him accept a truth about himself so easily. gently, she gives the tops of his hands a squeeze. ]


[ then she leans back, finally able to address the other part of his words that she'd found herself stumbling over. ]

...Now what is a computer?
winces: (( ninety ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-19 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her face is scrunched up into a look of deep thought, riddled with confusion, but the latter is hardly his fault. it's difficult for her to wrap her mind around things outside of what she's used to, especially things that seem so far outside of even her own wild imagination. that a single object would be able to do all that vaughn says a computer could do... she never would have guessed. ]

I... think so, [ she says, tentatively. ] Though perhaps it would help if I saw one. [ now it is her turn to give him a faintly apologetic smile. ] Sorry — I think I am able to understand things more easily if I can see it.

I'm very excited for you, though! It sounds like the more you talk about it, the more fun it will be for you.
winces: (( forty-three ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-19 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's a good thing you're here, vaughn, because in about two seconds olivia will make it quite clear exactly how much thought she's put into this— ]

Oh? Can't we just say we love each other?

[ 911 please help ]
winces: (( twenty-three ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-19 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh..! [ ah but now it is olivia's turn to look flustered, though hers is mostly out of embarrassment for missing something so... obvious. she laughs at herself, reaching up to fiddling with a long, hanging braid. ]

Well... what do you think makes sense? How would a street performer and a computer-fixer meet and fall in love?
winces: (( ninety-seven ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-24 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
No, Vaughn, that sounds wonderful! [ it sounds like something right out of those books she'd read in the library here, though with admittedly less bodice-ripping.

er. ]

Perhaps we played lovers in the production, and that in turn sparked something within us in real life!
winces: (( thirty-eight ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-25 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
How long would you say we'd known each other then? And how much longer till our marriage? Perhaps a year? Or is that too long...

[ hashtag archaic times aka jrpg medieval times where literally four interactions gets you a marriage proposal holla ]
winces: (( fifty-nine ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-25 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
A couple of years? [ she sounds shocked by this answer, unconsciously leaning in in her curiosity. ]

Is that how long it takes in your world, Vaughn? I would be inclined to go with the norm...! [ and she's willing to bet his world is a lot closer to woodhurst than her own... ]
winces: (( ninety-one ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-26 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)

[ olivia looks to be in deep thought about it, nodding once after a couple of moments. ]

If you think two years makes sense for us, Vaughn, then two years it will be! I defer to your knowledge on the matter.
winces: (( thirteen ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-26 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ olivia's brow furrows. ]

What about Saffron?

[ then, not long after, she leans back in worry. ]

Oh... are lions not common in this world?
winces: (( ninety-one ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-28 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
A house cat...? [ it takes her a moment to understand what he could mean by that, but thankfully it doesn't take her too long to find a suitable context. ]

Oh! Like Pepper!

[ ?? who is pepper. ]

But he's quite big for one of those, don't you think...? Unless house cats get that big as well?
winces: (( five ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-30 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ cat food...? is that not just.. food for cats...

ah, well. olivia gets the sense there is far more to this modern world than she suspects. but that's fine. it'll be okay. she has vaughn now to help her, after all. what could possibly go wrong? ]
dbag: ɪ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ғᴏʀ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟʏɪɴɢ. (pic#10209426)

hella backdated audio...

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-15 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Soooooooo. Remember how I said I got a remote control helicopter for Mercenary Day?
dbag: (pic#10464939)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-15 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Iiii lied. I mean, not about the remote control helicopter, I still got that, it's awesome. But that's not what I was gonna tell you.
dbag: ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ. (pic#10069608)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-15 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
So. You know Fiona.

[ Yes, he's going to take forever to get to the point, shhh, it's about the pageantry. ]
dbag: (pic#10555625)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-15 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Right, yes. Aaaand we were all at the party. You were probably with Olivia? [ ur welcome, bro, BY THE WAY. ] Soooooooooo Fiona and I...

...were hanging out. [ He is savoring that sweet dramatic anticipation right now, can you tell. ] And whiiiile we were hanging out. Sheee... totally kissed me, like, on the face.
dbag: ᴊᴀᴄᴋ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ. ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs? (pic#10209469)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-15 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Wh— yes, obviously, it's not a very good story if mistletoe's involved, then it's just what everybody else did. [ AND HE'S SPECIAL!!! obviously. ]
dbag: ɪᴛ ɪs ʙᴀᴅ. ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴀɪᴅ "ᴋɪᴅᴅᴏ" ᴛᴏ sᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴡ... ᴋɪᴅᴅᴏ. (pic#10195637)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-15 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
A thing, that's— that's so lame, we're not twelve.

...I mean, yeah, but. Pretend I said it in a cooler way.
dbag: ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀɴs. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴡᴀɢɢᴇʀ. (pic#10464913)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-16 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, my god. [ Ew, don't say you're happy for him or ask if it's amazing, it's embarrassing!! He's glad this is just an audio call, so he doesn't have to see Vaughn's probably totally sincere expression and be more embarrassed. ]

It's, um. I mean, Iiii think it'sss pretty cool. Don't tell her I said that, though. [ Can't have her thinking he LIKES her or anything, gross. ]

But. Yeah. I figured things were looking up for you in that department now, so. Hey, maaaybe if it works out with Olivia, we can all hang out together. Like, a double date thing. [ The tru date is between Rhys and Vaughn, lbr. ]
dbag: ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴅɪɢᴀɴ ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴍɪɴᴇ. (pic#10069688)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-17 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yes. ]

dbag: (pic#10555625)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-18 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ For the second time: yes. ] Nooooooooo. [ A pause, then, ] I just thought you should know. It's not, like. A big deal.

[ It is a Super Big Deal to him, obviously, but they don't have to acknowledge that, gross. ]
dbag: ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴅɪɢᴀɴ ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴍɪɴᴇ. (pic#10069688)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-18 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
...Yyyyeah, it is kind of a big deal, isn't it.
dbag: ɪ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ғᴏʀ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟʏɪɴɢ. (pic#10209426)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-20 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ ugh.

A long pause, then:

...Ssssooooooooooo, when are you going to admit your undying love to Olivia and ask her to marry you and be together forever and ever and have a baby named Rhys Jr.

[ He's embarrassed! So he has to shove his embarrassment off onto Vaughn instead. #friendship ]
dbag: ʟᴇᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴏᴘᴇ ᴏғғ ᴛᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋ-ᴛʜᴀᴛ-ᴠɪʟʟᴇ. (pic#10464915)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-20 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
I mean, you're naming your offspring after me.

And you didn't have to say it, it was implied.
dbag: ɪᴛ ɪs ʙᴀᴅ. ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴀɪᴅ "ᴋɪᴅᴅᴏ" ᴛᴏ sᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴡ... ᴋɪᴅᴅᴏ. (pic#10195637)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-20 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Obviously, his cool uncle, Rhys Sr.?!

[ A brief pause, then, as if he's just remembered: ] ...Oh, wait. I hate to do this, but he's aaactually going to have to be Rhys III. Fiona named her squidge Rhys Jr. because... it annoyed her. So that's already taken by a blob alien somewhere on another planet.
dbag: ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇ sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ. (pic#10385480)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-20 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ He scoffs. So dramatic, Rhys would never be dramatique like this, obviously. ]

So you're saying you're not going to admit your undying love to Olivia and ask her to marry you and be together forever and ever and have a baby named Rhys Jr. — I mean Rhys III — soon.
dbag: (pic#10749050)

[personal profile] dbag 2017-01-20 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Nah, I guess I'll stick with you.

[ Just kidding, he's latched his little talons onto Vaughn so tight, he'll never let go!!! ]

Iiii just think that if you like her, you should go for it. And then, when you're married and have a kid, you'll know it's all thanks to me and name the baby after me. See how that works out?

Anyway, um. That's... all the news I have.
winces: (( thirty-two ))

(woodhurst, during the first week)

[personal profile] winces 2017-01-31 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ she... doesn't really look like the kind of person that has any business walking into an electronics store in the middle of the day, with her pale pink hair (what an amazing dyejob! it looks so seamless!), colorful bohemian wool sweater, and the garishly mismatched array of tie-dye and distressed jeans she's wearing, but she's there anyway, and despite her somewhat meek, mousy demeanor, she does appear to be on something of a mission.

it might have something to do with the neatly wrapped box in her hands. ]

Excuse me, [ she says in a soft voice, stopping a passing employee, ] I was wondering if you might know where I can— oh. Never mind, there he is.

[ she breaks off upon seeing vaughn, lips splitting into a wide smile as she lifts a hand to wave. ]

Honey bear...!

[ ... the petnames can probably use some more work. ]
winces: (( sixty-nine ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-01 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the sales person she'd been speaking to takes their leave not too long after it's become obvious that olivia has found who she'd intended to, only lingering long enough to spare them both a small little smile. nevertheless, the store is hardly empty, and so olivia doesn't think for once about dropping the act. ]

Love muffin, I've brought you lunch!

[ just... casually cycles through all the little pet names she'd overheard during her performances around the area, nbd. she reaches for one of his hands, glancing up at him excitedly. ]

Are you hungry yet? Will you be able to take a break soon?

[ ??? how do regular 9-5 jobs even work. all she knows is he's something of a boss around here, and that means he can just do what he likes, doesn't it? ]
winces: (( forty-three ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-02 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
We shall!

[ she leads the way using his hand to tug him along. outside, there is a neat little area that workers can use to take breaks or eat their meals in. the weather is not yet too chilly that eating outside would be much of an issue, and there is enough of a canopy that no snow has fallen over their seats and tables.

she chooses one fairly close to the store, just in case. ]

I have prepared us very special sandwiches, Vaughn, [ she says, the barrage of petnames halting now that there are no curious ears around. but that is not the reason for her hushed voice — it seems like she is trying to contain her excitement. ]

I have just learned what a delicacy these are here in this land and time...

[ carefully, she unwraps the package, revealing a box of tupperware where two sandwiches have been placed, both cut diagonally to give them four triangle pieces. she whips the lid off with a flourish. ]

Peanut butter and jelly!
winces: (( ninety-four ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-03 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she looks up at him, eyes going wide. ]

I-Is it really? [ she asks on a breath, feeling her cheeks heat up and her chest swell with pride. she honestly had no idea, and actually hoped he would not have minded her going rogue with the meal. to think she might have lucked out in such a way...! ]
winces: (( six ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-04 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her smile turns just a touch shy. ]

I'm sure I will, too, [ she agrees. the ingredients, on their own, certainly sounds appetizing... ]

I'd heard about it from some children in a cafe I'd been playing in the other day. Though, they seemed to favor the crust of the bread slices cut off. [ she frowns disapprovingly. ] That seemed like a terrible waste.

[ so your pb&j has its crust on, vaughn, sorry. ]
winces: (( sixty ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-05 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ his tone nearly causes her to laugh, but not out of any malice. it is fondness that colors her cheeks, spreading her lips wide just enough that she is able to muffle her giggle there. she straightens up a moment later, clearing her expression into one befitting a lady. to match his gentlemanly tone, of course. ]

Of course, sir, you may.
winces: (( forty-one ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-05 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ah but look how happy and proud she seems after his judgment. ]

Do you really think so? [ she claps for herself, because why not. ] A success then! There may well be more sandwiches for you in the future~
winces: (( ten ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-05 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't very hard at all, [ she says, revealing this like some kind of surprise or mystery. ] A careful balance of peanut butter and jelly is quite simple, once you get the logistics down! [ ???? who takes pb&j this seriously. ]
winces: (( ten ))

(woodhurst, also within the first week... lmf)

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-16 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ despite the rather... eventful day she's been having, olivia returns home that late afternoon with her usual energy. in fact, there is perhaps a bit more of a spring to her step, a gleam to her smile, but certainly you would have those too if you had just discovered this fascinating thing called a slushie.

don't worry, vaughn, she bought two. ]

Vaughn? Vaaaaaaughn??? Are you home yet?

[ she's so excited to share her gift that she hasn't even bothered to shrug her coat off yet. or properly greet saffron, who happily climbs off his favorite couch to sniff curiously at the cups in her hands. ]
winces: (( forty-one ))

we living the yolo life now

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-16 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)

but anyway.

olivia's expression, in turn, only grows brighter. ]

Yes! [ she seems both thrilled that he is aware of the treat, and delighted that he seems just as excited for it as she does. ]

It is the most wonderous thing, Vaughn — look at these colors! Can you even believe it? [ she sure as heck isn't used to food being quite so... bright. ]

This one is called a Limeade and this one a Blue Raspberry. Can you imagine that? Blue!
winces: (( ninety-seven ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-16 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ how dare you vaughn of course one of them is for you!! as if she could bear to keep such an experience to herself... this she makes rather obvious when she holds both out, look expectant. ]

I have not! Have you? You may choose whichever one you like best.
winces: (( seventy ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-17 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
A limeade it is!

[ this she more than happily hands over to him... and not just because her hands were getting a little too cold holding the chilled drinks (in the middle of freaking winter) for so long. at least it's not melted from the trip?

she holds hers out a little towards him, glancing up expectantly. ]

Shall we toast?
winces: (( eight ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-17 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Hear, hear!

[ no sooner than their plastic clinking has finished does oliva pull the slushie back towards herself, happily downing a few good gulps of the (surprisingly tart! and sweet!) stuff.

perhaps a little too quickly, because next she's suddenly reeling back, pressing a hand to her forehead, wincing. ]


winces: (( twenty ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-17 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ rather instinctively, she reaches out for his hand the moment she sees him reach for her, and thankfully by then the pain has dulled into an absent throbbing so she can actually peer at him without wanting to squeeze her eyes shut. ]

Brain freeze...? [ she recalls hearing about this... once before... ]

Somehow I thought it only happened with the ice cream...

[ the first time she ever tried it, actually, just a couple of months ago. and just like in this case, her excitement had gotten the better of her. but can you blame her? cold treats were such a rarity in her world!

ah but she's embarrassed now... ]
Edited 2017-02-17 01:15 (UTC)
winces: (( eight ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-17 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it takes her a few more seconds still to move past the icy sting of it, but sure enough there is a wide grin on her lips as she gives him a nod in answer. ]

It is certainly a unique flavor... I am not used to tasting something quite so sweet. [ probably because it's 100% artificial ] But I do like it, yes! [ her tongue is already a little blue, oops. ]

What do you think of yours?
winces: (( thirty-four ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-17 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course, [ she answers, without any hesitation. ] These experiences are best shared with friends, after all!

[ that said, she should probably shrug out of her coat now... the studio apartment is thankfully warm enough that even drinking slushies during winter isn't going to be too much of a trial, and it's definitely a better option than offering to let him taste some of hers... so she could try some of his.... though she might ask that later anyway because. curiosity..!!

but once the blue slushie is set down, she moves back towards the doorway where their little coat rack sits. in her haste to shrug the jacket off, however, she winds up providing just enough force that a little package flings out of its pocket...

right in front of vaughn's feet. ]
winces: (( seven ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-18 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ is it better or is it worse that the package is actually open... with the condom itself peeking out like the bright red, cherry-flavored traitor it is.


olivia is otherwise oblivious, of course, at least until he speaks up. by then, she's already hooked her coat onto the rack, which is fortunate, because then she doesn't drop it in her immediate and horrified shock. ]


[ it's actually pretty impressive how quickly she pounces on the thing, covering at least four feet in one leap. soon she's on her knees, slamming both her hands on top of it as if the sudden "disappearance" of it will somehow... erase it from vaughn's mind... ]
winces: (( eighty-four ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-18 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!

[ she's already begun to speak over him, drowning out his quiet attempts at being understanding, bulldozing past his thoughtfulness with her own frantic embarrassment.

she can't believe she forgot this wretched thing had been in her pocket all along... she feels so terrible for having brought it here, to their home, revealing it in front of vauhgn of all people—! what must he even think of her???

she makes a low, miserable, groaning sound. ]

Oh, I should have listened to Sonia, she told me to throw it out right away...!

[ —??? sonia?! ]
winces: (( twenty ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-18 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ she cringes as he draws nearer, her hands pressing flatter against the ground now, as if that would make matters any better at all. ]

I-It... It was nothing, really... [ her mind scrambles for a way to downplay it as much as possible, her embarrassment over the entire situation now coming back in full force all over again. ]

A man had tossed it into my guitar case while Sonia and I were performing this afternoon... W-We had thought it was something else and so decided to investigate it, but, ah... [ yes, better to keep it vague. how silly he would think her, if he knew she thought it had been candy. ]
winces: (( fourteen ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-18 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, [ olivia says in a breath, perhaps so eager to move on from the more embarrassing parts of this incident that she doesn't even think twice about her words now. ]

He said he thought we should have it just in case we wanted to get l&mash;

[ it's a strange feeling, actually. this sudden drop of chill down her spine, like her mind alerting her that she should probably stop talking right now, but her mouth was a little too fast to get the message in time.

slowly, she looks back up to meet his eyes. ]


[ here comes that nagging feeling again. ]

Or s-something.
winces: (( eighty-one ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-18 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ by now, olivia should be more than used to the telltale signs of a person succumbing to anger. but somehow it had never occurred to her to look for it in vaughn, whose exceedingly gentle and kind nature had never even given her the idea that he might have even fallen victim to such emotions in the first place.

it is certainly quite a sight to see, and one that leaves her feeling mildly breathless if only because of the shock of it. it is certainly not something she condemns him for, of course, it is just... a surprise.

and the fact that he seems to fall into this anger on her behalf makes it... a rather pleasant one. ]


[ hastily, her mind struggles to catch up to the situation. ]

N-No, it's— [ she had made to get up from her spot on the ground, but halfway there she realizes the accursed thing was still on the ground, and so she hastily stoops back down to snatch it up and hold it tight in a fist. ]

It was nothing, really...! I barely even realized what was happening and-and Sonia already made him apologize...
winces: (( ninety ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-18 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ by now, he had paced a few feet away from her. she had hung back, thinking it best to allow him that space as he vented, hoping it would let him blow off enough steam. sure enough, he turns back towards her with a demeanor she is much more used to seeing on him, which in turn starts to smooth out her own frayed nerves. she has never seen him angry before, and so she hadn't been sure what to expect. it's a bit of a relief to see that he can bring himself back down to earth. ]

I'm fine, [ she finally thinks to say, when really that's what she should have started with in the beginning. she walks over to him, reaching out with her free hand to give one of his a little squeeze in reassurance. perhaps she is just happy to see they are no longer curled into fists. ]

It was... surprising, and unpleasant, but it's over. I'm sorry it upset you so much.
winces: (( eighty-eight ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-18 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't explicitly say the words, but they hang heavy between them anyway. it brings a faint blush to her cheeks, and a slightly more shy smile to her lips. ]

It wound up being quite harmless, in the end. But — thank you... for your concern.

[ she should probably let go of his hand now, shouldn't she...

looks like it's saffron to the rescue, who has finally deemed it a worthy time to get off of his perch from the couch where he normally surveys his land, to quietly pad over to them

and curiously sniff the condom oliva's still got a fist closed around. ]
winces: (( twenty-three ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-19 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ olivia has, by now, jerked her hand back and away from saffron's reach, that blush on her cheeks only darkening but now for a completely different reason. not-dog saffron lets out a small huff in protest, clearly not appreciating being robbed of the chance to sate his curiosity. ]

Y-Yes, I think you are right...

[ she gives both not-dog and man an apologetic smile, then finally disengages so she can walk over to the trash bin and set the offensive thing in it. but not before wrapping it in some paper towel! and making sure the lid of the trash bin closes fully.

saffron comes over to her side, pawing at the bin ruefully. she reaches down, gently ruffling the top of his head. ]

I'm sorry, darling, but you wouldn't have liked that at all anyway.
winces: (( fifty-nine ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-21 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)

[ olivia echoes the word like she might any other new, interesting thing she's come across, her own curiosity shaving away some of that embarrassment and shame from earlier. she straightens now, hands still along saffron's not-mane, but her attention has drawn back to vaughn, head tilted slightly. ]

Is that what it is called?
winces: (( seventy-seven ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-22 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Condom, [ she says one last time, just to really drive that point home.

but then she smiles, dismissing the moment with a small bob of her head. ]

It would be tragic indeed if Saffron were to suffer for it, yes.
winces: (( sixty-six ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-25 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ look it may be strange and awkward, but it is a new thing! and she loves learning about new things! ]

I have taken him out a couple of times since our arrival, and he has met a few out on the street. I cannot say much for how he regards them, but he seems quite indifferent overall...? [ then again, that could just be saffron being saffron. ]
winces: (( ninety-nine ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-03-01 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I came upon Saffron quite by accident, [ she muses, leaning now against the little countertop their small kitchenette offers them. she rests her chin upon her hands, smiling as Saffron moves over to where vaughn stands, his curiosity returning to the drinks they'd set aside. ]

A man who used to be part of our team had a whole litter of lion cubs, and I offered to care for any that were not already claimed.

You would be a good pet owner, [ she says after a moment, shifting her attention now to vaughn himself, now that she realizes saffron is unlikely to make a swipe for the drinks. ] You seem to have a lot of love to give.
winces: (( ninety ))

[personal profile] winces 2017-03-02 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she laughs at the thought. it is both thrilling and mildly terrifying. ]

Gosh, I... I don't know if I have that much love left to give... [ she quiets a moment, eyes seeming to shift elsewhere for a moment.

and then she's straightening up again, giving a faint shake of her head. ]

No, I know nothing of raising a lion cub, let alone an entire litter. It is only fortunate Saffron is as intelligent as he is.
winces: (( seventy-seven ))

wrap up here?

[personal profile] winces 2017-03-07 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she follows the path of vaughn's hand, and her smile is kind — no, grateful. ]

Then perhaps I have done something right after all.
cashlin: <user name=iconography> (pic#10586603)

text, un: LILITH | 2:40 in the fucking morning

[personal profile] cashlin 2017-03-03 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
i cant stop thinkgin about how were up against tiny alien penises

they r actually

brain dicks
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[personal profile] cashlin 2017-03-03 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
like we couldve had a COOL alien enemy

something i could like ?? ?? blow up

but no wtf its friggn brain penises
cashlin: <user name=litrichure> (I'ᴍ ᴀ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴛᴀʜ)

not done sorry

[personal profile] cashlin 2017-03-03 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
did you know that that one guy calls penises bepises


say it aloud its funny

cashlin: <user name=bungalows> (pic#11044012)

voice -> text, i'm so sorry

[personal profile] cashlin 2017-03-04 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
me either but listen



[and she's... just gonna... giggle to herself, like a 12-year-old, as she switches back to text...]

this is the stupidest zombie apocalypse ever
mettacrusher: tumblr - feredir (play that song again)

[voice; un: METTATON]

[personal profile] mettacrusher 2017-03-03 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Woodhurst has devolved into a waking nightmare. The hospital is overrun with injuries and the maternity ward can barely hold the amount of infected currently within its walls. The streets have become a never-ending song of sirens and screams.

There's no point in personally contacting any team member unless it's a horrendous emergency.]

Did you buy any makeup.
mettacrusher: tumblr - feredir (i'm gonna fail i'm gonna die)

[personal profile] mettacrusher 2017-03-03 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
You were buying disguises, it was right there.

[Huff. Breathe.


I was!! Just hoping!! That you might have had some concealer just LAYING around. And I want to make it PERFECTLY CLEAR that I just said "CONCEALER" and NOT "CONGEALER" because I have NO INTENTION of putting JELL-O on my FACE.
mettacrusher: tumblr - feredir (oh oh no oh no oh no oh)

[personal profile] mettacrusher 2017-03-03 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooooh, believe me, darling! This isn't for me, [he lies, directly through his teeth,] this is for YOU! If I can't look my best for the betterment of all of Woodhurst, then what's even the point?
mettacrusher: tumblr - feredir (just be happy)

[personal profile] mettacrusher 2017-03-04 12:33 am (UTC)(link)

[The next words come out muffled. He very audibly has his face in his hands.]

No, Vaughn. It's for me.