One (two three four, tell me that you love me more)

[pummelgranite]

[ The camera opens on a girl in some seriously Glam Goth attire (think: chainmail hoodie and lots of skulls). She's waving her arms in front of her- something else must be holding up her phone- and there's movement around her. What are those, plants? Huge writhing vines, bursting out of the earth. She turns and looks to the camera, pausing for a moment. ]


Hey there dissatisfied youth of America. Ready to regret your country's irresponsible use of reality warping bullshit? 'cause I sure am. They don't give a shit about me, and they sure don't give a shit about you, so fuck 'em. Let's party. Time, date, and location to be made obvious.

Cover is 20$ if you can afford it. First hit's free if you can't. Bring extra food and clothes if you've got extra food and clothes. Take extra food and clothes if you don't. Dress ready to walk, and let me know if you'll need mobility accommodations on your way down to hell. Everyone's invited, yeah?



[ Then she starts moving her hands again, and the vines start moving once more. There's a great din suddenly as they begin dropping huge boulders and mounds of earth next to her. ]



And hey, anyone in the tights and capes crowd know a way home? Now's the time to share it before I make myself comfortable. One chance to send me back to hell before I raise it here. Got it? One chance.

Comments

[failureisntachoice]

I try not to shine too bright, [ she says flatly. ] It keeps the idiots away.

[dendarii]

Otherwise we are attracted like a moth to flame, I suppose. [ He drains the last of his cup and signals for another. He is not coming out of this night conscious. ] I'm desperately glad our relationship didn't end with my proposal.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She had a feeling which is why she offered. ]

Same. There was a while there when I thought it would.

[dendarii]

It wasn't a good night. [ But Miles lays all the blame at his own feet, even now. Especially now. ] I'd have come around, though. Even without my younger self accidentally swearing you in.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She lets out a light snort. ] You sure about that? I don't think your adult self ever would have come running around to call me an armswoman.

[ And that's made all the difference. ]

[dendarii]

Eventually. I would hope that good sense would prevail. [ A beat. And another sip. He's starting to blur tangibly over the link. ] But his misunderstanding made things much faster...

[failureisntachoice]

[ She keeps an eye on him in her peripheral vision. If he starts to topple, she'll grab on. ]

Yeah, I never did get a good explanation for why he thought I was one to begin with.

[dendarii]

[ He's mostly sagging against the bar right now, one increment at a time. ]

I'm not entirely sure. But ... given he mistook Jim and Spock for the same, I think that was his translation for a sexual relationship.

[failureisntachoice]

[ Suddenly it all makes sense. ]

...Great. I'm glad you didn't end up swearing in your entire list then.

[dendarii]

My list isn't that long.

[failureisntachoice]

No, but can you imagine having to listen to all that junk in your head?

[ Not to mention all the other links that would spawn off of it. ]

[dendarii]

[ He does make a face at that. ]

True. I don't know how you and Gregor and everyone can stand it.

[failureisntachoice]

I stand it by keeping my side closed. You're the only one I ever open it with and it's not by much.

[dendarii]

Not even Da? [ He sloshes the cup a bit. ] It's incredible for enhancing sex.

[failureisntachoice]

Are you seriously saying that to me right now?

[dendarii]

... Er. Yes. I suppose I just did.

[ A beat. He takes another sip. ]

Well, Gregor and I do that, so I can only recommend it. To your happiness, whatever form that takes.

[failureisntachoice]

Yeah, I'm going to have to say I want our sex lives off the table. [ Both figuratively and literally, at least while the other is present. ]

I didn't think the rest of you used the link much in general.

[dendarii]

Fair enough. It's off.

[ He says rather blurrily, signaling for a refill on his drink. ]

Gregor and I are open all the time. More worrying to have it closed. We practically live in each other's heads...

[failureisntachoice]

[ That's news to her. She eyes his glass a moment. He'll be sleeping soundly later at least. ]

And you don't drive each other crazy?

[dendarii]

[ Very, very soundly. ]

No, no. We're a little codependent. Can't bear not to hear him there in some way.

[failureisntachoice]

A little? That sounds like a helluva lot more than a little.

[dendarii]

Maybe. If so I don't care. I love him so much it hurts my heart to think of going without.

[failureisntachoice]

And how are you going to deal if you don't have this back home?

[dendarii]

If we remember, 'll figure it out. If not, doesn't matter.