i don't want to survive, i want to live

[mermaidcursed]

Who: Yes
What: Movie Night + Slumber Party 
When: 9/11, Saturday Evening
Where: Dorm Common Room 
Warnings: A ridiculous amount of Fluff, probably

( it starts out small. a need for comfort food, and a need for something heartfelt but silly and fun, something genuine and kind. ... and, well, she did find a weird. bootleg vhs set of her favorite movie series, hamster space wars. but the dorm is only barely furnished- and it's not like they can just go out and buy a tv or anything. honestly she completely doubts there's even anything beyond the woods. but she remembers a teacher playing the thing and other stuff in the first month of all of this. 

it's so long ago...

but there's a television and a vhs player in the school. and nene... nene's tired and sad and is currently out of fucks to give, so at some point in the day, after everyone else has left, nene has returned to the school and, uh. "borrowed" both things. it's fine. they just have to get it back in by sunday evening. don't worry about it. like, it's definitely heavy but she's a tough cookie who tills soil and everything, and also sara and noah both witnessed everything and are accomplices by default, so they had to help carry things too. 

(they were completely happy to help on both accounts, she asked very nicely.) 

so the "borrowed" television is set up across from one of the larger couches, and the vhs on top of it. she had cookies in the oven, donuts and hot chocolate made and popcorn popped. the common room paintings are covered with sheets of cloth. all that was left was something cozy- but at this point, nene's made so many little cushions and blankets and even cozy pjs that that's super easy. all that was left was letting anyone who wanted to come know too. so at some point in the halls, nene walks down calling out: )

Cartoons in the common room! Bring blankets and stuff! 

( and, so everyone knows what their characters are getting into: hamster space wars is a movie series about different factions of hamsters that have been trying for cross planetary peace for ages now, with a villainous faction having sabotaged the final negotiations so they can control the war from the shadows to make the most money and also get the most seeds (Very Decadent). the first movie follows the main hamster and his little group trying to escape the villains after having witnessed the sabotage, and are trying to avoid assassination and end the war for good. the sequels follow allied factions, with hamster galactic wars being the Thrilling Conclusion. 

it's heartfelt. it's silly. it's very cute. nene loves it. )

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f in the chat for mr childe tartaglia, he was alive once

[devouringdeep]

[As someone who’s lived life surrounded by - and reveling in - the thrill of danger since age 14, Childe has never been one to frighten easy. Not in his adulthood anyway, as in his youth he had definitely been somewhat of a scaredy-cat. These days, though?

He’s done a lot of things in service of the Tsaritsa, a lot of them not good in the slightest. It’s difficult to shake him.

He’s not shaken. But he is in fact incredibly impressed with her resolve and maybe a little bit worried about how hard she’s gonna hit him. It’s been a decent amount of time since he’s broken a rib, and he’s been enjoying the freedom of breathing that comes along with not being mangled.

For the briefest of moments he entertains the thought of complying. Would love nothing more to do just that, in fact, as the urge to apologize is already quite overwhelming given the sheer awkward nature of the exchange. But that would be akin to admitting defeat, and Childe is nothing if not a fighter.

He lets out a slow, careful sigh. Obviously steeling himself before he plasters that fake smile back onto his face and continues through gritted teeth.]

I brought you your leash, puppy puppy! We can head out and get you some of your favorite chew toys, and maybe pick up some kibble on the way back? [He gives the scarf a shake as he speaks. Clearly this is supposed to be the aforementioned leash. Archons preserve his soul.]

[samuraiwomen]

You...

[ This is the most humiliating, awful, and horrible thing anyone's ever said to Sara. Honestly, she's even a bit taken aback that he's daring to continue this. She was a nice rich girl once, she'd been raised to have some pride. It's hard to keep from flinching.

The scarf...a leash. No. No thank you. A death game collar was already a step too far in this particular direction and Sara has no interest in furthering this little charade. Childe has chosen his fate. She takes a step back, her lip curling even if she's freaking out internally. She has to end this situation immediately, and that means she needs to escalate this so far he has no choice but to drop this.

There's no way she can outrun an adult man, so instead Sara first kicks her nice hot coco right onto Childes shoes. She hopes they stain. Next, hopefully while he's distracted, she's pulling out her gun and trying to hit Childe on the side of the head with it, face still fervently impassive. He will never see this is getting to her, or she'll jump off the roof. ]

How dare you speak to a girl like that! Apologize!! Why do you even exist... Do I need to repeat myself?

[devouringdeep]

[It might have been possible for him to have - at the very least - redirected the arc the gun was tracing to hit him somewhere less vital than square in the cheekbone. He could have at the very least attempted to duck, but Childe had to admit she’d caught him rather off guard with the cocoa move of hers. Smart.

Part of him was also morbidly curious over how much this was going to hurt.

Then came the flashing, white hot crack of pain across his face; yeah, that was definitely going to bruise at the very least. He has enough sense to move with the action rather than try to resist the momentum, and Childe notes dully that it’s definitely a good thing the whip-crack impact of the gun was not aimed directly at his nose.

He wouldn’t want to bleed all over the floor and ruin the party for everyone, after all.

There’s a few solid seconds of total discombobulation, and for a moment he’s fairly sure that he might stumble and fall before he catches his balance again. This technically counts as a punch, right? He’s going to count it as a punch.]

Ah— Archons, you’ve got an arm on you. [He’s actually going to take the opportunity to sidestep the newly made puddle of cocoa on the ground and just sort of... Plop down. Take a seat. The room is spinning a little, and while he’s fairly used to the sensation, it’s usually accompanied by the adrenaline itch to leap into battle. Which he isn’t about to do right now.] I’m actually... Quite impressed.

[He’s reaching up to probe at his cheek, wincing a little as he does. Yeah, that’s gonna swell. All that false cheer from before has now vanished, and he’s a lot more serious when he continues.] Mm... If you could afford me... Just a moment longer of your time, I would like to take the opportunity to properly apologize, as well as explain myself and my actions. [There’s a slight pause, and then it’s like something clicks in his brain and he blinks a few times, clearly working through a moment of pure surprise.] Wait, do you just keep that thing on you? Like, at all times?

[samuraiwomen]

[ Sara keeps holding the gun above her head for another strike, even as Childe falls to the floor. H...huh? Is it over? Did that actually work? She's not sure, so she stands there, looking torn between hitting him again (she's mad!) and letting him talk. ]

I was in kendo club in middle school! [ She says, because thats the only thing that makes sense right now. Is this impressive? ]

...There's lots of dangerous people around. I like having it? [ The bond between her and this gun is something she cannot express in words. ]

You...better have a good explanation Childe-san. I'm...really really mad you know! You can't talk like that!

[devouringdeep]

[He leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, looking more like he's just chilling on the ground now.]

Kendo. I don't think I'm familiar with the name, you'll have to show me a few moves sometime! [He taps his toes on the ground, glancing at them and making a face at the hot chocolate that is still coating them. Yeah, that's gonna need some scrubbing. Anyway it certainly makes sense to stay armed given the circumstances, and he concedes that point with a shrug of his shoulders.]

Does it help my case if I tell you that it was a dare from Komaeda? [That sheepish, apologetic look is back on his face.] I would never say such things with an unshakeable conviction, though I apologize regardless for putting you in such a situation, and your reactions were entirely justified. If you like, we can head to the vending machine and I'll treat you to anything you like. It's the least I could do!

[samuraiwomen]

Its um...a modern style of using swords. But you're from a world like Noah's right, so I doubt I know anything much...

[ Compared to people from these fantasy worlds, she's sure middle school kendo isn't very exciting. She lowers the gun slowly, still keeping it in a white knuckled grip.

The hot chocolate is still on his shoes, Sara doesn't feel bad...exactly, but it is a bit sad to see. With a sigh she kneels down in front of Childe and offers the makeshift bit of yakuta fabric she uses as a handkerchief. ]

It...does. [ Oh she's going to kill him, for real. ] He's a weird creep who finds this funny, I'm sure. Look, just clean your shoes. If we get a cold drink from the vending machine, it might help your face.

[ Very clearly not apologizing, but she's willing to make amends. She does want that drink though...hope this guy has a lot of merits because Sara hopes to extract a weeks worth of green tea from him. ]

[devouringdeep]

I wouldn't mind showing you some sword styles from my own home then, as a fair trade. If you're interested.

[He accepts the fabric with a grateful little hum, looping his own scarf around his neck once more so that he's got both hands free again. From there he's dabbing at his shoes, cleaning off the majority of the liquid. They're gonna get sticky later, so he makes a mental note to run them under the tap or something similar.]

It was either provoke you into punching me, or bother another kid to step on me in front of her peers. [He's folding up her little handkerchief so that the wet bit is hidden within the innermost layers of cloth before he's handing it back and moving to stand.] Oh, don't worry about the face thing, honestly. I've had a lot worse before, trust me.

[Good news Sara, he's fuckin loaded.]

[samuraiwomen]

Do you even have a sword, Childe? Or do I need to ask to borrow Ishimaru-senpai's?

[ It's not a no. She gives him a wry smile, dusting off her skirt and getting to her feet. Stepping on him....Komeada sucks. She's going to stop being angry at Childe now, and just focus on killing Komeada later. Slowly. Not even with a gun. ]

...Thank you for choosing the latter. But I was just s-supposed to punch you? [ Had she gone a little far...well. He'd stopped and um...didn't seem mad. She didn't really know what else to do. She doesn't feel bad, but don't tell anyone, okay?!? Let her just take that handkerchief back and start walking towards the vending machines with him.] Erm...I see.

Well! I'm not glad you've had worse, but I'm glad we aren't fighting. If I said anything weird back there...erase it from your memory.

[ SCORE. LETS GET YOU TO A VENDING MACHINE FATUI BOY. ]