#and an entire holiday just going “eh” because no one particularly cared for the traditions

[handelplayssims]

Lottery day! Might as well purchase some tickets, even if 2B and 9S don’t need the money. 2B’s got less than two hours until she heads into work so I’ll just have her meditate a bit before heading out. 9S is finally awake at 11AM! Low fun so lets do his whim, playing chess. Second whim is to chat with Tetsuya, who’s at work until 4. We’ll just play chess until then and then invite him over. ...I’m also planting a bug on him. Just because. Work for 9S is, once again, writing reports. So again, we’ll write that report and then be parked at the computer for even more time. ...ah yes, need a new aspiration for 9S. I’ll go with Nerd Brain, as it ties into Logic and Handiness is not that bad.

2B wants to chat with Alice Spencer-Kim but alas, 9S has his socialization going on, not with Tetsuya, but with Eddie, who dropped by. Thankfully, they both left. So the two just had a little chat. Right. 2B still has her aspiration to do so when we are to chat with Alice Spencer-Kim, we’ll do it at the Onsen, right next to the slopes. A nice check in was had. Right, now let’s SHRED THOSE SLOPES! ...the bunny slopes, I mean. At least until level 2. Annnd injury. I was going to switch slopes but with that, we better relax some more at the onsen. Annnd it’s 5AM on the next day. And Winterfest. Neither 2B or 9S have any particular desires to do anything on this holiday. ...but at some point, you know my boy is going to rush over and go “2B! 2B! Where have you been!?” Jealous as he is. Also, I misunderstood! I thought we needed some snowboarding and rock climbing but I just needed the rock climbing. ...ah, and I got a reminder about climbing gear. Ah well. When we got home, I’ll get that sorted. For now, we practice! ...and bring 9S over. So he can check in on 2B and join in on her in rock climbing. Also Sabrina Slade won the lottery. Congratulations to this random townie.

I had 2B and 9S exchange gifts at least. They would at least do that for Winterfest, I believe. Meanwhile, while 2B rock climbs, I had 9S ski. Seems like a 9S thing to do. Also AYE! I finally got a call from another sim to hang out! Aurun asked 9S to hang out at his home. Sims update just happened that made changes to allow that to work. Wooo. Still rejecting it though. We’re skiing! Now we can focus on 9S’s whim! Asking 2B on a da- she’s sleepy. Dang it. Well, let’s return home. Good day at the slopes, very productive towards skill building. ...after 9S gets a skill raise in skiing first. Now he’s sleepy. Might as well do the festive things together and then go to sleep. Wait no, woohoo and THEN sleep. Because yep. Yep. That be those two.

Let’s see then. 2B’s whims are to flirt with Miko Ojo...eh and to mourn the dead. Ehhhh. We don’t even have any dead to mourn. Father Winter is here so we’ll just wait for him to go away before heading out to the local bar with Miko. Ahp, Father Winter is chatting with 2B, let’s see if we can ask for a prese- annnd there he goes. Ah well. Eh, this is the final day so let’s just get some rest before we end this time with the androids. And just about 5AM! Nice! Let’s check Neighborhood Watch and head off!

Neighborhood Watch!

Tyrell Carlisle in the Carisle household has died. Tyrell asked a rabbit if it wanted a carrot, but the rabbit chose violence.

Rosa Landgraab in the Lend household left her job as a Getaway Driver in the Boss career.

Oooooh intersting! That might mean new paths for her. Maybe.

Forgotten Hollow: The Paewai household recently moved out.

Tatum Olivas in the Olivas household retired from the Diver career.

Alright, let’s see where the dice roll takes us. Ooooh, Moody and McMillan! We’re going to visit some old gays next time so see you all then!

[wesawbears]

My @gwainefest fic for @siennavie. You asked for Gwaine/Arthur, and it was really fun to write! I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

As always, follow the cut. 

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Gwaine wasn't sure what had gotten into him. Helping Arthur and fighting with the Knights was meant to be a favor to Merlin, a bit of fun, a reprieve from the monotony of going tavern to tavern and town to town. Now, though, he found himself taking a vow, promising himself to a higher cause. It was all very noble, and very unlike himself.

Making a vow and committing himself to keeping it were two very different things, though. He had many strong suits- courage, loyalty, humor- but discipline was not among them. Committing himself to the daily grind of training and staying in the same place every night was an experience he wasn't entirely sure he was equipped for. Still, a part of him he was trying to listen to more wanted to prove himself, and to show that nobility truly was about what you do. The other knights were enjoyable enough, and even if he could be a pompous arse at times, he believed Arthur was worth following.

That said, the prospect of the upcoming yuletide celebrations had Gwaine in higher spirits. If there was one thing he loved, it was an excuse to have a good time, and what better way to get to know his brothers in arms then with some jubilation? Surely some of the other knights would have different definitions of fun than Gwaine's own, but with enough drink and needling, he was sure he could wear them down.

The morning of the Yule celebration, unfortunately, Gwaine found that most of the Knights were just going about their business as though it was any other day. He found Percival first, which was for the best. He was the easiest to convince to have a little fun, and coming up with a holiday plan would be easier with another person at his side.

"Percy!" he called out from behind a pillar. Percival looked around for a moment before spotting Gwaine and heading over with a look of interest.

"Gwaine. What are you doing hiding over here?"

Gwaine laughed and clapped a hand on Percival's shoulder. "Your eyebrow is going to get stuck like Gaius' if you keep looking at me like that. Why is no one acting like today is a celebration?"

His companion shrugged. "I think we're all just following Arthur's lead. Merlin says he hasn't seemed very festive. I think a couple of us are going out for a drink later." He paused. "You have something in mind, though, don't you?"

"It's me, Perc. Of course I do."

"What do you need me to do?"

"That's a good man!" Gwaine cheered. "You just need to convince the others to come to Arthur's chambers come nightfall."

"Have you asked Arthur about the use of his chambers?"

"No. But I can convince him. You leave him to me and take care of the others." When Percival didn't look convinced, he went on, saying, "Have you no faith in me?"

Percival smiled at that. "I have nothing but faith in you. That's what worries me."

Gwaine laughed. "Just go, you big lug."

Percival chuckled and made quick work of going to find the rest of the knights, leaving Gwaine to his thoughts. Convincing Arthur wasn't impossible, but it would take all of Gwaine's charm to pull off.

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He found Arthur not in any of his usual haunts, but in a secluded hallway, looking out the window in what appeared to be deep thought.

"You would think from looking at you that today was a day of mourning, instead of one of the most joyous days of the year."

That jolted Arthur from his reverie, and he turned to look at Gwaine where he was resting casually against the wall. "Gwaine. I thought you would be the first to take advantage of a day off."

Gwaine shrugged. "What fun would it be doing the same thing I do everyday when dodging my responsibilities?" When Arthur only responded with a faint smile, Gwaine pressed on, saying, "Oh, come on. If you're not taking the opportunity to harp on me for my slacking, something must really be wrong. Out with it."

Arthur shook his head. "There's just too much going on in the kingdom for me to celebrate this year. You all should enjoy yourselves though. Within reason," he added with a meaningful look.

"There's nothing you can do for the kingdom tonight that can't wait until the morning. And you know Lancelot and Leon will keep the rest of us from doing anything too fun."

Arthur sighed. "Maybe one drink…"

"That's the spirit, Princess!"

"I've told you not to call me that," Arthur said, but the usual faint blush that accompanied his words didn't escape Gwaine's notice.

"Can't let you get too high and mighty."

"I suppose not."

Gwaine smiled and turned to leave, making sure he was a fair distance down the hall before calling out, "By the way, we're meeting in your chambers at nightfall!"

"Gwaine!!!"

He laughed and turned quickly before Arthur could follow.

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Percival was true to his word and all the knights, plus Merlin, were gathered in Arthur's chambers, courtesy of Merlin who had been relieved of his duties for the festivities. They chatted and laughed together, and Gwaine was pretty proud of his plan to get everyone together. They were just waiting on Arthur to make his way there. He asked Merlin, but he just said that he had made himself scarce because Arthur was in a mood of late. Gwaine ignored any worry and made good flitting from person to person, having a good time.

The conversation had just started to get in full swing when the door opened heavily to reveal Arthur, coming into his own chambers looking out of place. Gwaine quickly rushed over and unceremoniously slung an arm over Arthur's shoulders. "You finally joined us!"

"Well, you planned a party in my chambers, so I was bound to be here eventually."

"My thinking exactly."

He ignored Arthur's sour look in favor of going over to settle a friendly argument between Leon and Elyan. It looked like Merlin had gotten ahold of Arthur and needling Merlin had settled whatever nerves he had. Once everyone seemed to have had enough wine to be warm and settled, Gwaine decided it was time for the real festivities to begin.

"Oi! Over here, gather round!"

The knights looked confused, but headed over to where Gwaine was getting settled with some pieces of string.

"Why do you have string?" Leon asked a little warily.

"It's a tradition! Four strings, tied together. We each tie a piece to a finger and have to unknot it to find out who we're tied to. The person without a partner is said to have good fortune the rest of the year. And your partner is supposed to be someone you can rely on in the coming year. The fastest to find your partner is particularly lucky."

They seemed a bit hesitant to follow, but once Merlin jumped in and started, the rest followed. Once they all were attached to a string, they started working on the knot in the middle. Lancelot and Merlin were the first two to untangle themselves, and Gwaine would have cried cheating if he didn't know how thoroughly honorable Lancelot was. Leon and Elyan were next, which left Gwaine, Percival and Arthur hacking at the knot.

Eventually, Percival gave it a fair tug and broke free, leaving Gwaine and Arthur as the last pair. Gwaine smirked and looked at Arthur. "Seems you'll be wanting me to watch your back this year, eh princess?"

"I suppose so," Arthur said, earning a laugh from the fairly drunk knights. Gwaine gave him a wink that went unnoticed by the rest, but caused Arthur to open and close his mouth like a fish. He decided not to torture the poor man anymore and left him to his thoughts.

A few dice games later, one which found Gwaine lifted in the air by Percival, and another which found Merlin a few coins richer and Arthur fuming in the corner, and they decided to call it a night. Gwaine lingered, only turning to leave after even Merlin had left to find his bed. He had his hand on the door to leave when Arthur spoke up,

"Did you just make up that game?"

Gwaine turned back and leaned against the door. "I didn't actually. It really was a tradition from when I was younger. Haven't played in years, but I figured we could all use a little good fortune."

Arthur nodded, but he still looked uncharacteristically pensive, so Gwaine continued, "If you keep thinking this deeply, your forehead will get stuck that way."

Arthur scoffed. "You sound like Merlin."

"Worse people to emulate, I suppose."

Arthur smiled a bit at that, but didn't continue, so Gwaine stepped a bit closer. "I know I'm an arse sometimes, but we're your friends, Arthur. We want you to be happy."

"I don't- I'm not supposed to have friends. Good kings must keep their people at a distance. To keep their judgement fair. My burdens are mine to shoulder."

Gwaine moved to sit next to him, watching for a sign that he wasn't welcome. He half expected Arthur to throw him out, but he remained where he was, even when Gwaine laid a careful hand on his shoulder.

"I thought the whole point of us lot coming here was for you."

"It was for Camelot."

"Not for me. I don't care about Camelot. I care about the people here."

Arthur nodded, still looking like that wasn't quite the answer he had been hoping for.

Gwaine continued, "The people of Camelot includes you, Arthur. We care for you not because you're the prince, but because you're a good man. Deep, deep down."

Arthur smiled a little and swung his arm out to whack Gwaine playfully on the chest, but Gwaine grabbed his arm. Arthur looked at him, lips parted but not making a move.

"I won't do anything unless you tell me to," Gwaine said, keeping his grip loose enough that Arthur could pull away easily if he wanted to. Instead, to his surprise, Arthur surged forward to press his lips against Gwaine's. Gwaine pulled him in, the angle a little awkward, but somehow better than he'd imagined.

When they finally pulled away for air, Gwaine couldn't resist dragging his thumb across Arthur's bottom lip, amused when Arthur seemed to chase his hand as it moved away. "Satisfactory gift?"

Arthur smirked. "Wasn't bad."

"Hmm. I'll have to work harder next time then. I don't normally settle for 'not bad'."

"I suppose you will."

Gwaine smiled and ran a hand across Arthur's cheek and noted the way he leaned into the touch a bit. When was the last time someone had reached out to Arthur, had shown him any amount of tenderness? He knew it was a combination of the wine, the late hour, and the melancholy mood that had settled over him of late, but here, alone in the candlelight, Arthur looked so, so young and Gwaine wondered at how unfair it was that such a heavy weight lay on his shoulders.

He didn't want to push anything, so he pressed a kiss to Arthur's temple and stood, leaving Arthur to his thoughts. "Sleep well, Princess."

"I told you not to call me that," he answered, but there was no heat behind his words.

"And that's exactly why I do. Where would you be without me to pester you?"

"Where indeed," Arthur murmured with a wry smile.

Gwaine laughed and turned to leave, but as he was turning the knob, he heard "Gwaine?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

He softened just a bit. "No thanks needed. Sleep."

He returned to his chambers quietly. Thankfully, because of the holiday, none of the guards seemed concerned at the late hour of his return and he managed to avoid any fuss. As he laid in his bed, he let the magic of Yule wash over him and for the first time since settling in Camelot, he felt he was exactly where he needed to be.

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My Merlin blog is @arthurandhispendragons if you liked this!

[mbtizone]

Seth Cohen (The O.C.): ENTP

Dominant Extroverted Intuition [Ne]: Seth is always blabbing about hypothetical situations and possibilities, often to the irritation of the more practical, down-to-earth people in his life. He enjoys speculation for the sake of speculation. The thought of going new places and doing new things is exciting to him. Seth enjoys fantasy worlds and loves movies, video games, and comic books. His brain jumps from one idea to the next so rapidly that it can sometimes be draining to other people. He comes up with different scenarios for everything and has a very active imagination. Seth is also quite creative. He develops his own comic book series called Atomic County based on the people in his life, and gives them powers that relate to their individual personalities (Ne-Fe). Seth is always looking to the future. He wants to get out of Newport and have new experiences and surround himself with people who aren’t snobby, self-absorbed “Newpsies.” It can be difficult for Seth to know when to shut up, because he often just speaks before he gives his brain a chance to weigh in. Seth is usually upbeat, enthusiastic, and optimistic, but, at times, he can come up with with all of the worst possible outcomes and talk himself into a panic.

Auxiliary Introverted Thinking [Ti]: One of Seth’s defining characteristics is his sense of humor. He’s “the comic relief.” He has a strong sense of irony and always has a witty comeback handy. He consistently points out flaws in logic, and frequently corrects other people’s mistakes. Seth relies on his sarcasm to help him deal with the superficial world he lives in. Seth is very intelligent and has a large amount of useless knowledge. He’ll often bring his observations to other people’s attention with a quip. If someone says something idiotic, Seth can’t help but point it out and is unable to let anything slide. If you say something stupid, you will hear about it, even at the most inappropriate times.

Tertiary Extroverted Feeling [Fe]: Ideas and possibilities aren’t the only thing that Seth can’t shut up about. He needs to talk through his feelings, particularly to Ryan. He doesn’t even really need anyone to actually give him any advice in many cases. He just needs to talk and figure things out externally. Because Fe is lower in his functional stack, Seth isn’t as good with other people’s problems. He expects other people to listen to him go on and on about his woes, but when other people talk to him, he tends to redirect the conversation back to his own problems. He has a habit of being self-absorbed and needs to really concentrate to focus his energy on someone else. Seth can sometimes struggle to understand where other people are coming from and can often be insensitive to their feelings. Sometimes, when Seth isn’t so caught up in his own issues, he can be good at reading other people’s emotions. Though Seth can sometimes be selfish, he cares very deeply about the people close to him and can be helpful when he wants to be. At times, he can be sacrificial, such as when Summer got into Brown and he didn’t, and he lied and said that he did, too, because he didn’t want her to turn it down for him. Seth is also capable of big, romantic gestures, as evidenced for his very public declaration of love for Summer. Seth isn’t always good at just being himself. When he first tries to woo Alex, he pretends to be something he isn’t in order to attract her. He projects a bad boy image because he thinks that’s what a girl like Alex would be interested in.

Inferior Introverted Sensing [Si]: Seth enjoys traditions, but he likes to personalize them by creating his own unique ones. Seth tries to combine his father’s Jewish faith with his mother’s Christian background and produces Chrismukkah. He gets very excited about his made-up holiday, forcing all of his friends and family to participate each year. Seth has negative feelings about the past and dislikes reminders of how lonely and unaccepted he was before Ryan’s arrival. When Ryan leaves Newport, Seth becomes so fearful about returning to his former, pre-Ryan existence that he runs (or, technically, sails) away from home. In other cases, Seth romanticizes the past and enjoys the mythology of his and Summer’s relationship, which he believes began with a poem she wrote when they were children. When he learns that the poem Summer recited was actually written by Taylor Townsend, he initially has trouble accepting that the event that first sparked his feelings for her was a lie.

Enneagram: 6w7 Sx/So

Quotes:

Seth: I want to come with you. You know what I’ve always wanted to do besides sail to Tahiti? I want to do that whole Kerouac thing. Hit the road, stop at diner to diner, the pancake tour of North America. Ryan: No. Seth: Fair enough.

Seth: Please, dude. I just need to talk about me for like several more hours at least. Ryan: I thought you didn’t do that anymore. Seth: That was the new Seth Cohen. I’m back, Ryan. Cohen Classic. Red, white, and blue.

Seth: Hey. What are you doing, working from home? Kirsten: I’m on vacation. Seth: (surveying the paperwork) Yes. Clearly. Kirsten: I find reviewing end-of-the-year accounts to be very relaxing. Seth: Okay. I hope that’s a recessive gene.

Seth: How was the mall? Ryan: Eh, weird. Seth: Yes. You’ve really painted a picture for me. I feel like I was there. Ryan: Marissa picked up a few things. Without paying for them. Seth: What, as in? Ryan: Shoplifting. Seth: Yeah, that’s weird.

Summer: What are we doing? Anna: I don’t know. This is ridiculous. Seth: Okay, you guys, one second please. Let’s not have one speed bump derail the whole train okay? Let’s not throw the baby out with the bath water. Let’s… let’s make some more metaphors. Summer: Look, I’m not into talking about, like, feelings or whatever. But I like you, okay? And so does she. If we don’t put an end to this soon— Anna: Someone’s going to get hurt. Summer: You gotta choose Cohen.

Seth: So what’s it going to be, huh? Do you want your menorah or candy cane? Hm? Hanukkah or Christmas? Ryan: Uh… Seth: Uh uh. Don’t worry about it, buddy. Because in this house you don’t have to choose. Allow me to introduce you to a little something that I like to call Chrismukkah. Ryan: Chrismukkah? Seth: That’s right. It’s the new holiday Ryan, and it’s sweeping the nation.

Anna: That was so sweet what you said earlier. And I could tell you really meant it. We both know sincerity is not your strong point. Seth: I’m working on it.

Marissa: So I’m just going to run to the girls’ room. It’s down the hall, right? Anna: I gotta go too. Seth: Right. Because girls can’t pee alone. Ryan rolls his eyes. What? It’s Anna. I could have said “pop a squat” in front of her if I wanted to. Ryan: Sometimes I think you talk just to make sounds. Seth: Sometimes I do.

Seth: Oh I get it. I’m just here for the comic relief.

Seth: The plan is undeniable, Ryan. Ryan: I’m denying it. Seth: We have my mom’s Range Rover. We have a perfect alibi as I go to this comic-book convention every year, and we also have my entire life of never doing anything wrong which completely lulls my parents into a false sense of trust. Ryan: And you wanna throw all that away for Summer in a wet t-shirt doing body shots? Seth: I’m sorry, I thought that was a rhetorical question. Yes, Ryan, yes. On the last weekend before school, one goes to Tijuana. It is tradition. And it is a rite of passage. And you know what else? What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico. Ryan: What happens in Mexico? Seth: I don’t know, because it stays there. That’s why we must go!

Seth: You did accuse the guy of faking a suicide attempt. Ryan: No I didn’t. I just didn’t believe him. Seth: Oh. Okay. Hard to believe such blind compassion upset Marissa. You should go work things out. Ryan: I don’t trust him. Something about Oliver’s… off. Seth: Yeah. He tried to kill himself. Or he faked it, man. Either way, it’s pretty off.

Seth: Ever since the day you got here you have totally had my back and I, I just promise you I will never fail you again. I’m so sorry.

Seth: So do you want to tell me about your night, or—since I heard about it—can we just skip to my breakup with Anna? Ryan: Really? Anna broke up with you? Seth: Now why would you just assume Anna broke up with me? Ryan: Seth, come on. Seth: What does that mean? Ryan: What, she didn’t break up with you? Seth: No, she did, but you’re supposed to have my back.

Seth: I’m a man now. And not just like an after-your-Bar-Mitzvah-man, but a man man. I had sex with a girl. Summer, to be more specific. Ryan: How was it? Seth: I had sex. Ryan: That bad. Seth: No! Not that bad. Just, just kinda weird. Ryan: Weird? Seth: Not kinky weird, more like weird awkward. But hey, you know what? It was my first time, she’s a more experienced woman. That’s to be expected. And I did… make some faces in the middle that I wish that I could take back but I can’t. And there’s also sort of a whiny noise that came out towards the end. It sucked so bad. I was a fish, flopping around on dry land. Ryan, I was Nemo and I just wanted to go home.

Summer: Why are you doing this? Seth: Because I like you Summer. This much. And if you don’t feel the same way about me then someone’s going to have to give me a hand down because it’s really high up here. And I could fall and that would be embarrassing. More embarrassing.

Seth: So she’s leaving. Ryan: No, she’s staying. Seth: What? Did you talk to Anna? Ryan: Anna? Seth: She’s moving back to Pittsburgh. Ryan: Anna’s going back to Pittsburgh? Seth: Uh… not anymore according to you. Ryan: I’m totally confused. Seth: She—Anna—is leaving. Ryan: She—Theresa—is staying. Seth: Right got it. So she really is moving. Ryan: It sucks. Seth: I think it’s because of me. I can’t believe I caused a girl to leave the state. The county, maybe, sure. Fine. Ryan: You really think it’s ’cause of you? Seth: Well, I mean, we broke up, she went back East. She had a great time. She comes back, only to see me standing on a coffee cart declaring my eternal love for Summer. Ryan: Maybe she just doesn’t feel that comfortable here. Not everyone does. Seth: I know, I get that. But if it is ’cause of me, maybe I can talk her out of it. Except for the fact that I can’t ask her if it’s ’cause of me without sounding totally self-absorbed. And I’m not self-absorbed, right Ryan? Me. Me. Ryan: Huh? Seth: Me. Ryan: Sorry. Seth: Me. Ryan: Just thinking about Theresa.

Ryan: You and Anna, you guys talk? Seth: Do not change the subject to me because I am powerless not to talk about it. I tried and she gave me a list of reasons why she’s leaving. Ryan: You didn’t make the cut, did you? Seth: But she’s lying. I want her to know that, you know, I’m sorry I hurt her feelings but she doesn’t have to do this. She shouldn’t be doing this. Ryan: Then just tell her. Seth: “Just tell her.” Simple. Honest. Direct. No wonder I never considered it. Okay fine. I will. I’ll tell her tonight but I have to have a little bubbly first. A little veritas and vino, know what I mean? Ryan: Hardly ever.

Summer: You’re still gonna see him. Chino’s not that far away. Seth: I just can’t believe he’s leaving. He’s the first real friend I’ve ever had. He’s the only real friend I’ve ever had. Summer: No. You have me. Seth: Yeah, but that’s not the same thing. You don’t get it. Before he got here, I was the biggest loser. This place was hell for me, okay? I can’t help him and I just, I can’t even imagine what’s it’s gonna be like here without him.

Ryan: How’d you make it all the way from Newport on that little catamaran? Seth: Hm. Well, Ryan, sit down, my son. motions for him to sit down. It was a long and torturous journey, and I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna sugar coat any details with you— Ryan: Please don’t. Seth: —’cause we’re friends. First, I sailed to Catalina. Then, I sailed to Santa Barbara. Santa Barbara, I ran out of snacks. Freaked out a little bit, pawned my boat for cash, took a Greyhound to Portland. Ryan: You took a bus. Seth: Yeah. But don’t say it like that, cause it was a local. Okay, have you ever been in one of those? Okay, not for the faint of heart. Ryan: I can’t believe after all that you took a bus. Seth: Yeah. I think we’re definitely going to have to come up with a better story for school though, that’d be good. Ryan: I don’t know, I like the bus idea. It’s cool. Seth: Okay, what about maybe… boat sank, saved by whales? It’s very Whale Rider. Ryan: What else you got? Seth: I took a boat, boat sank, saved by a mermaid? Boat sank, stranded on a desert island…

Seth Cohen (The O.C.): ENTP was originally published on MBTI Zone