some other shit

[earthquaked]

how'd you get here? doesn't matter:

whatever you were doing before, you're now in [imeeji/nychta's city/???]. you're well enough familiar with [norie/nychta] as well.

maybe you were on your way to see her. who knows.

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[marsascending]

[ here she is, a very special girl, making her way downtown, wearing an enormous hat and sunglasses because no matter what universe or AU or whatever she's in, she's living for drama and probably in the middle of some secret society politics conspiracy bullshit

and indeed, she is on her way to see nychtanorie, so where's she headed? ]

[earthquaked]

[ you know, that tends to vary. but generally, off "work hours" and during early evenings, you can catch her near the local park, usually having some dinner. like, normal stuff, like an egg sandwich or something.

and that's where paloma finds her tonight, perched on a bench with a sandwich halfway to her mouth when she catches sight of her and watches her approach with a squint. ]

...

You look ridiculous. Who needs a hat that big?

[marsascending]

[ huff. ]

It's fashion, and besides: people see the hat and not the person wearing it. I'm distinctive, you know.

[ regardless, she hops up and perches on the back of the bench. ]

[earthquaked]

You're distinctive with or without it, either way.

[ shoves the sandwich in her mouth, whole, leaning back against the bench as she chews and swallows. ]

Wanna get a beer?

[marsascending]

I do try to be unforgettable—but, yes, definitely. Could stand to blow off some steam.

[earthquaked]

There's a nice izakaya that should be opening up a few blocks from my place.

[ pushes up off the bench-- she's dressed casually today, skinny jeans and a hoodie-- and circles around to her. ]

[marsascending]

[ she doesn't precisely bother to hide the quick checking-a-girl-out glance she gives before unfolding and standing back up. ]

Well, lead the way and I'll follow. How nice is nice?

[earthquaked]

It's got about six seats and the cook doesn't ask questions kind of nice.

[ drags a hand lazily against her lower back as she passes, before gesturing for her to follow. ]

Good yakitori, though.

[marsascending]

[ she hums, and follows, heels clicking on the paving. ]

Yakitori? That'd be quite the forward suggestion, at home.

So obviously I'm all for it.

[earthquaked]

Chicken is forward, now? You'll have a fit if I admit what I was planning on doing to you later, then.

[marsascending]

I didn't make the rules, just had them drummed into me by a series of well-meaning but largely terrible teachers.

Besides, it's jokes. If you're fucking me later it's entirely appropriate.

[earthquaked]

You're gonna have to explain that one to me, from your home's angle, because I can't imagine chicken skewers being some sort of sex symbol.

DUBCON CANDYLAND EYyyy

[earthquaked]

[ So here we are, in the midst of a game(?) seated at the same table in a... bedroom...? Sure, let's go with that.

Nychta inspects a die, looking, as usual, a little put out. ]

... A one on one game? That's unusual.

Re: DUBCON CANDYLAND EYyyy

[emptymind]

Perhaps our results will be compared against those of others in the aftermath. Good afternoon, Plover-san. Shall we begin? [ she has read the rules but not the cards. she does not actually fully get what is going on yet. ]

Re: DUBCON CANDYLAND EYyyy

[earthquaked]

Hey, babe. Sure, let's go for it. What's the worst that could happen.

[ local dumb bitch hates reading and has not tried. but rolls a 3, moves her piece and picks up a green card.

and squints at it for a long moment. ]

"What do you look for in a potential partner"...?

Re: DUBCON CANDYLAND EYyyy

[emptymind]

It is for Plover-san to answer, is it not?

Re: DUBCON CANDYLAND EYyyy

[earthquaked]

Haa... really...

[ grumbles. ]

... a cute face is good, I guess. Maybe someone with a little attitude.

Re: DUBCON CANDYLAND EYyyy

[emptymind]

Is that all?

Re: DUBCON CANDYLAND EYyyy

[earthquaked]

... well.

Anything else I'd have to wait and see? I don't know, I've never actually dated anyway. I think.

Re: DUBCON CANDYLAND EYyyy

[emptymind]

Really. From your confidence, I would have never guessed that Plover-san was inexperienced. [ she will roll now. moves to blue, draws a card ]

2/3 oops

[emptymind]

Ah. "Move to your closest red square, and pick a card"... [ moves to the next square up, draws a red card ]

Re: DUBCON CANDYLAND EYyyy

[emptymind]

Apparently, Plover-san must put a collar on my neck, tightly enough that I cannot take a deep breath.

[earthquaked]

... A collar, huh. [ A thoughtful pause before she gets up to open the toy chest(? i guess) and dig through it. After a moment or so, she drops the lid on it, blue leather collar in hand. ] Hope you like blue. Lift your chin up.

[emptymind]

It is the color which was assigned to me, so of course it is fine. [ lifts her chin ]

[earthquaked]

Anyway, it's not like I'm a fucking virgin or some shit. You can fuck without dating and all that. [ slips the collar around the back of her neck, looping it closed again and tightening it, slowly, until it digs into her skin. She frowns, tightening it another notch to reach the hole to buckle it properly. ] There you go. Nice and pretty.