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dumbshow2015-01-01 10:35 pm
appliances) wrote in dumbshow2015-01-01 10:35 pm
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[ke$ha woah-ing]
fuckin jamjar meme
it's not really a meme, this is for psl prompts...
obviously if you have your own prompt pls use it
I
✿1. Horror: Your characters are taken from their own worlds and thrown into a terrifying situation! Things are creepy, resources are scarce, and ensuring your own survival is paramount.
✿2. Sex Game: For whatever contrived and nonsensical reason, your characters are forced into a world where they gotta bone. Aside from smutstuff, you have the opportunity to play out how very awkward it is to navigate these agreements and encounters before and after. Lasting bonds can form from something you didn't expect! But so can eternal regret.
✿3. Slice of Life: Characters are forced to live together in familial units. They have an opportunity here -- in spite of being stuck -- to relax and slow down and do some fun, ordinary things. Picnics, dates, school, etc.
✿4. Fantasy: Characters are forced into guilds and roles, given weapons and are made to utilize their powers in coordinated units to complete missions.
✿5. Scifi: Characters are thrust on to the frontier of spacial colonization! Characters on a spaceship! Characters being drafted into an Imperial Earth Army to fight/conquer foreign entities! Characters being in a world where they are assessed, identified, tracked and policed by artificial intelligence! And so on!
✿6. Reincarnation/ New Identity: Your character has been reborn at this game, or given a new identity. Work out their karma or help them come to terms with having to live a new life.
✿7. Asylum/Prison/Institutionalized Identity: Characters are locked up and put under heavy surveillance. Slowly they are institutionalized and disintegrated from ordinary social rules of engagement. They could be told that they've been identified as mentally dysfunctional, or they could be in prison! Are they pleading their innocence, or do they know they're guilty as fuck back in their world?
✿8. Assignment-Based/Mercenary/Survival: Characters have to put their skills to good use as drafted mercenaries. Help your captors assassinate, spy, sabotage, infiltrate, steal, and terrorize for points that will lead up to your freedom or the freedom of others.
✿9. Your Choice!: Do whatever!
II
✿1. First Impressions: You never forget your first impression of someone. Unless it was entirely forgettable.
✿2. Oh Hey Again: I kind of know you!!!! Hi!!! I hate this place but love familiarity hi!!!
✿3. Event: SOMETHING IS HAPPENING and your characters have either run into each other or sought each other out to stick together during it!
✿4. Living Quarters: Surprise, your characters are in the same house! Or room! Or building! Either way you have to share space and facilities with this person. Enjoy!
✿5. Mystery: Who Did It? Why Are We Here? Characters are disappearing, people are dying, whatever is happening it is FISHY!
✿6. Canon Update/Respawn/"But we know each other, I swear!": One character comes (back) to a game and does not remember previous CR. A relationship or friend or even hateship is forgotten. How will this be dealt with?
✿7. Begrudgingly Working Together: You are so fucking annoying but I guess we have to fight Monster of the Day Together/Get Unstuck-UnLost Together/Find Our Way Back/Help Each Other Out.
✿8. Is This a Date: Gee, you guys sure are doing a lot of things that people on dates do and you're having a lot of fun [sweats]...
✿9. Violence: Characters beat the shit out of each other or help each other out of a gory situation with terrible traumatic injuries or something!
✿10. One-Sided(?) Crush: How do you get their attention? Or, alternatively, how do you ignore that this person obviously is crushing on you and it's totally awkward
✿11. Protecting/Saving: Your character's chance to be a hero or a damsel!
✿12. Network Post: Mandatory bs.
✿13. Inbox: Hey, can I talk to you for a second? In private?
✿14. Your Choice!: Do whatever!
no!!!
but d's reply is just about what he's expected, accompanied by the familiar twitch of the count's lips, which totally means that the guy is only not being a little shit back for the sake of appearances. snickering, and with a half-hearted salute, he pads into the petshop as though he were a long-time resident, finding place on a couch to sit down and lounge. ]
Alright, it's time. I know you've been waiting for this, and I, for one, am all ready to be wowed or mortified or some shit.
[ obviously you've been spending all this time just waiting to show off your favourite snobby teas to him. don't deny it. ]
why NOT
The punchline to this cosmic joke is of course that D is definitely going to show off a snobby tea. He's already drifted off to an ornate cabinet to peruse his selection of snobby teas when Hakon starts talking - and it's fairly obvious what he's talking about. Perhaps he is a little predictable...
Still,] Would you rather some cocoa? I happen to have the kind that comes twelve to a box in the supermarket.
[Why does he have cheap store brand cocoa? Maybe a cruel joke. Maybe leftovers from a thoughtless Christmas gift that is literal years old and he just still has sitting in the back of his pretentious tea cabinet. Who knows.
But no, Hakon's getting the snobbiest tea he can find. The cups are going to be overly fancy, too.]
:T let my bury my typos in shame
it's less of a cosmic joke and more of a cosmic inevitability, really. and hakon, for one, is more than happy to sit back and enjoy it. ]
Please, darling. You'd hurt yourself watching me drink it.
[ though he is slightly surprised that dee would have cheap store brand cocoa hanging around. certainly he wouldn't have bought it himself-- a gift from someone? or maybe he did buy it himself, in preparation for someone who didn't like tea. and since it wouldn't be an animal...
huh. ] Who are you waiting for?
[ with your twelve-pack of cheap cocoa. ]
i simply cannot, i am compelled
D is busy with tea preparation and not giving Hakon meaningful looks about what a little shit he is, but the way he sighs over a teapot as he places it on what is definitely a stove, in his front room - to be fair, there are enough oddly placed curtains and movable folding dividers around to make this room seem like several - gets the job done.
Despite that, having a conversation with someone who isn't a customer or a puppy is a nice change of pace, and this is par for the course between the two of them. He would let Hakon drink the store brand, he earned it—]
Pardon? [what's that, is that some sort of accusation that he has feelings?? he studiously ignores it, rummaging in the cabinet again for the not-good-but-rather-nice-still china.]
Children do come to this shop, you know. They don't appreciate tea.
[believe him.]
laura pls
the moving rooms remind hakon of japanese houses and their moving, sliding doors and paper-thin walls. it would honestly be odd to find such a delicate separation of living areas in a city as blatantly american as los angeles (no offense to american culture, but it's very... american). watching the count putt around without any real sense of guilt (hey, he'd do the same if the count came over to his humble abode. it's easier to find than the count's place, anyway, since it's situated on top of a mountain in switzerland and looks for all intents and purposes to be a backdrop from the game of thrones), it strikes hakon that this is another thing hasn't changed since their world-destruction days. ]
You and actual human children, Princess? [ EYEBROW. yeah he didn't believe you back when they were floating on a rock in the middle of outer space. what makes you think he'll believe you any more now. ]
listen yun
No one is going to dispute, at least, that D's shop is as far from the city's incredibly typical American city life as it can be. Even in Chinatown it stands out, which is saying something. Perhaps that is why, as much as he tries to duck into a seedy back corner of the neighborhood and pull the wool over the eyes of anyone who might want to see him - or heaven forbid, talk/i> to him, he still has Hakon sitting on his couch.
Cross-purposes, maybe. He leaves the Tea Zone only to deposit a tray of little sugary cookies on the table in front of the couch, wherever it apparently came from... what does he have behind all these weird curtains? Everything.
And from here, he can give Hakon the full benefit of his sarcastic look.] Children love pets. Surely you've noticed once or twice.
denied
cookies tho. he'll swipe one happily and crunch on it like an actual six-year-old. some things haven't changed here either. ] Honestly, since when?
why didn't you tell me about my html.... i see we're even
Since when what, Hakon? [the cocoa?? hiding out in LA?? selling puppies to children???]
c:
[ he takes a cookie and balances it on his nose because that's kind of what he does when he's seated-- he fidgets, breathing is just a farce, really, what he actually needs is movement. he lets the cookie drop into his mouth thereafter with a thoughtful crunch. ] Actually, don't answer that. Not that you would-- but don't.
looks at the evidence of my rampant hypocrisy and weeps
He doesn't know. Maybe he should throw away that box. (He won't.)]
Your conversational ability never ceases to amaze. Do try to keep the crumbs off my furniture.
[The teapot whistles on cue, and he spares one last Look before going back to deal with that.]
wipes up your tears with rabbit fur
anyway, what he's seen here has confirmed his suspicions, really. it gives him a sense of weary sadness as he rolls another cookie between his fingers the way he would a small wheel. he's seen perhaps kinder suffering, if that's what he can call the hollowness, in the beings that he calls his kinsmen, but whatever the case, the ending to all their stories is inevitably to fade away with anger and no little regret, whether they'd admit it or not.
the count would've made a wonderful Aspect. the world likes people who can find suffering on their own accord with no real outside interference. he looks over to the curtain, hops to his feet, and, letting his feet guide him, walks off behind one towards where the pets are ostensibly kept. ]
don't make it weird
He's just tired. Fortunately he stops himself from giving the tea an undeservedly dark look as he arranges another tray and brings it back out, and—
where the hell did his nosy guest go, goddamn it]
Hakon— [damn it?? The tray is set down hastily before he turns to go towards the back of the shop, where Hakon must have gone because there really isn't anywhere else to go. Until reaching the back of the shop itself, which - well. He should have left a trail of breadcrumbs, probably, if D wasn't immediately going to march after him.]
but rabbits are cute and fluffy
know this, hakon stops at a curtain that he didn't even know was there, and unveils it to reveal a bird cage the length of the wall. within sits a beautiful owl as black as the night, sitting in a fake tree.
his expression inexplicably softens. ]
So that's where you were.
that icon is cute and fluffy
This particular area of the shop- this particular cage- doesn't strike him as surprising or anything especially meaningful with regards to Hakon. He can hazard a guess, but the fact remains that so many of the shop's residents come and go as they please (and he himself has been distracted) that his intimate knowledge of each creature's personal story is shallow, lately.
After a courtesy minute he foregoes snapping and sighs, weary.] You could have asked to see the back of the shop.
iyaaa. d. don't look...!
the black owl is the reincarnation of a friend he'd thought he'd lost again this lifetime-- death. ] Could we take her out?
[ this is as much of an apology he'll offer for not asking for permission in the first place. ]
stares deeply
(but not without a beat first, like he might say no)] Mm. Alright.
[He crosses to the cage smoothly and sets about opening its lock, which doesn't seem to require a key or indeed the appearance of a lock at all. But whatever he does with his strange plant hands, there is the definite clunk of a bolt lock sliding back somewhere, and the cage door swings open of its own volition.]
rude tbh
finds out rather violently that another creature had been waiting for the soundless swing of the cage as much as he had. in two seconds flat, the owl - for all intents and purposes happy to be perching with mysterious aplomb befitting of a bird that quite literally looks like someone carved a piece of the night sky out, stuck feathers on it and made it stand on one foot on a wooden block - catapults through the air and lands gracefully feet-first in hakon's face.
needless to say, the laugh and shout is soon followed by the sound of hakon meeting the floor unceremoniously and the satisfied ruffling of feathers as the owl decides it Did Well and is content to return to being mysterious and waif-like or whatever owls are supposed to do when they're not sassing people.
like raising its wings so that it can return to the count's shoulder, for example. ]