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writer-k-pop · 5 years ago

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Black Widow - Prt 2

Description: Hoseok is the leader of the number one gang, BT, and everyone knows he has a knight of sorts. This knight sits in the shadows and keeps an eye on the leader and his men, never stepping in until necessary. All the lesser gangs know who you are but they don’t know who you are. You are a wicked shot, long and short range, a skilled knife fighter, and a silhouette without a name. By the underground network of whispers, you’re referred to as BT’s Black Widow. The number two gang decides to rebel and you are forced to finally show your face. Pairing: Hoseok x reader, this also focuses on reader’s friendship with Tae. Word Count: 2.7k Genre: Mafia/gang-esk, action Warnings: nothing too gory, swearing Masterlist Part 01 | Part 02 | Part 03 | Part 04 | Part 05 | Part 06

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Through the silence, our footsteps echo down the hall. Hoseok’s are heavy and determined, while mine click clear and consistent like the ticks from a clock.

I can feel the tension bleeding off of Hoseok as we make our way to the round table room for a meeting to discuss a plan of action. His hands are balled into fists and his shoulders are tense.

“Hobi.” I grab his hand and stop him.

He looks at me without saying a word, jaw set in stone.

“Hey, you said we’ll solve it together.” I rest a hand on his cheek. “And we will. I know you’re worried but if you walk into that room in a panic, it will only send the others into a panic too.” I feel his jaw relax under my hand. “They’re not going to win.”

“No, they’re not.” Hoseok repeats in a low voice and resumes walking, never letting go of my hand.

The guards outside the doors nod as we approach and open the doors. Inside, each of the leader circle sits with their top three officers behind them. Their chatter abruptly ends as Hoseok’s footsteps are heard. My officers stand firm behind my chair and Hoseok’s officers the same.

“Leads.” Hoseok nods in greeting to the 6 sitting around the table. “Officers.” He then nods to those standing around. “I will not be heading this meeting. I hand the floor over to (y/n). She and her team have uncovered important information.” Hoseok sits in his chair, giving me the room’s attention.

“Thank you, Hoseok.” I say. “The other day, I sent out my patrol on a reconnaissance mission to see if we could collect any information on Switch.”

I nod to Elise who displays files and pictures of their compound on the televisions stacked on the wall.

“They have holes. Lots of holes in their exterior and in their ranks.” I continue. “I will send you the blueprints my team has put together and you may study them how you please.”

“Officers,” Hoseok suddenly interrupts, “The blueprints will be sent to you by the end of the night. You are free to go.” The officers nod and make their way out of the room except for mine. They don’t move unless I give word.

“No one else needs to know right now.” Hoseok justifies his actions once the doors are securely closed again.

I nod, dreading the words that I know I have to say.

“They have a target.” I say hesitantly, looking everywhere but at Tae.

“Do we know who it is?” Jimin asks, leaning forward.

I nod not able to trust my voice.

“Are you going to tell us or are we going to have to guess?” Taemin pokes, his annoyance growing.

“Is it one of us?” Jin asks.

“Why would they target one of us?” Namjoon challenges Jin.

“I don’t know.” Jin practically yells back, “She’s not giving us anything and I was just asking.”

“If it is one of us, what are we going to do?” Jungkook speaks up, “Lock them in the compound?”

“No, that’s too obvious.” Jimin squishes the idea, “Plus then they’d attack the compound and then everyone here is in danger. We can’t risk that.”

“Shut up.” Hoseok says when the conversation has gone too far ahead.

The others retreat into a silence as they wait for me to say something. I still can’t bring myself to say it’s Taehyung so I simply wave a hand at Elise and she pulls up the photo of the file with Tae’s picture attached to it.

“Who the hell is- oh.” Yoongi stops himself once he recognizes the iconic hair. The room falls into an uncomfortable silence.

“What do they want with me?” Tae’s voice breaks through like a wrecking ball.

“We,” Hoseok clears his throat, “We were hoping you could tell us that.”

“They spoke of exploiting a secret of one of our higher ups who is from Geochang.” Kaelin speaks up from behind me. “They were talking about a key that unlocks something that they want.”

“We wanted to stay and listen to more but they got a report of a scuffle within their ranks.” Julie adds, “From the sounds of the scuffle, they’re not very organized.”

“Remind me why she gets her officers and ours have to leave the room.” Jin says bitterly. I tell myself he’s angry at the situation, not specifically at me.

“They’re the ones who found the information, therefore they know most about it.” Hoseok rations with the slightly older.

“Tae?” I meet his gaze, ignoring the others. “Do you know anything about what they could want?” I ask, pleading with his wide eyes. “Anything at all?”

“I- I mean.” Tae stutters, trying to formulate sentences. “Possibly.”

“What does ‘possibly’ mean, Tae?” Jimin looks at Tae, frustrated. “Form a damn sentence and expla-”

“Stop it, Jimin.” I glare at him. “Just, stop it.”

“My father.” Tae says before Jimin has a chance to say something else. “All I tell people is that he died when I was young. True. But not as young as most of you think. Up until the point I joined BT, he was alive. He never told me what he did, but I know it wasn’t the most honest work a man could do.” He continues, twisting the ring on his pinky.

“As he lay, bleeding on his bed, he told me two things. One was that I needed to find BT, to tell them mine and his names and they would take me in. Second,” Tae pulls out a chain from under his shirt. At the end of the necklace sits a small silver key. “He gave me this and told me a location. When I asked him what was there, he just said it was his life’s work. And then he made me leave the house, to never look back.”

“You didn’t get to say a proper goodbye?” I ask.

“Did any of us get a proper goodbye?” Yoongi asks back.

Touché, Yoongi.

“Tae, you haven’t gone to the location and opened what it is that key opens, have you?” Hoseok asks, his leader instincts pushing forward.

“Once.” Tae answers, hiding the key again. “I went early on in my training here. I got to the location and found the box but I couldn’t bring myself to open it. Too scared of what I would find.”

I lean back into my chair and slowly process all of the information.

“Poppet? Do you think we should mention it? Now?” Lina’s whisper mention of a secret plan perks up my ears.

In a second, I’m out of my chair and huddling my officers near the wall.

“We don’t even have all of the details for Poppet set up.” I harshly whisper, “It’ll take days to finish every detail.”

“What other plan do we have?” Kaelin pushes the topic. “This is the only one that could remotely be of any help.”

“We just started talking about it.” I push back, “There’s no way it’ll be the way we need it to be by the time we need it.”

“That was ambiguous as shit.” Julie says, “You know, if we added the 8 heads that are currently staring at us, we could have a flawless formulated plan by the end of the night.”

I take a peek over my shoulder and sure enough, all the guys are looking over at us. Hoseok has questions written all over his face.

“We can’t.” I sigh. “I, I can’t risk the details that could slip from under us.”

“We’ve made plans in shorter time frames.” Lina argues.

“With a bigger network of moving pieces.” Kaelin adds.

“Why are you so hesitant?” Julie asks.

I chew on the inside of my cheek, “Because it’s not just us who are going to be taking the risky moves now. And if one of those guys at the table get hurt, I don’t know what-“

“Stop that.” Julie looks at me sternly. “Stop talking like that because you’ll have your entire patrol at play.”

“We’ve talked to all the girls and we all agree to offer ourselves for poppet.” Lina explains. “It won’t be just you anymore, there’ll be twelve of you, sitting at every critical point, with guns drawn and pointed at the bastards.”

My eyes widen, “I couldn’t let-“

“Save it,” Kaelin puts her hand up to hush me, “We have decided as a patrol and as a patrol we will go out with you.”

“Someone is attacking our family and our home. We were trained for this specific reason: so you wouldn’t have to do everything alone.” Julie says, “And you are sure as hell not doing this one alone.”

“Are you ladies ever going to let us in on your little secret?!” Jimin yells in annoyance from across the room.

With the roll of my eyes, I pull my gun out and point it at Jimin with eyes set like two stones.

“One more snarky comment or show of attitude and I swear to god, Jimin, I will make it so you will be useless everywhere but in the hospital.” I clench my jaw.

“Jeez,” Jimin surrenders with his hands up, “Take it easy. You guys have been over there for some time though.”

“We’ve been conversing about what to do with you idiots.” Kaelin raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms as I holster my gun.

“We, we are not idiots.” Jungkook says and attempts to lean his elbow on the table but misses a few times before he finds the table.

“Sure.” Kaelin says but drags out the word as if unconvinced while Julie stifles a laugh. We make our way back to the table.

“Poppet.” I say before Jungkook can pick a fight with Kaelin. “We had been formulating a backup plan called ‘poppet’ since Switch made their plans apparent.”

“Why name it ‘poppet’?” Namjoon asks, hand rubbing his chin in contemplation.

“We felt ‘reveal black widow’ was a little too predictive.” I tell them honestly.

“You-You’re going to- wait.” Jin stutters.

“Hold on a second.” Hoseok says, grabbing your arm. “What are you doing?”

“You didn’t tell Hobi?” Tae asks wide eyed.

“I- I- uhm,” I stutter as he stares at me begging for an explanation.

“It wasn’t originally the plan.” Julie speaks up, seeing my silent cry for help. “We didn’t realize we’d need to expose her until we found out they were targeting Taehyung. And that was just this morning.” Hoseok’s releases my arm.

“Were you going to tell any of us?” Jimin asks, now slightly hurt at the secrecy.

“The less you know, the better.” Lina states.

“So what exactly is this ‘plan’ of yours.” Hoseok asks, looking towards the screens as Elise changes them over to blueprints of our plans.

“It’s not fully formulated and nothing is set in stone.” I reiterate.

As the blueprints are outlined and the plan is explained to the best of our abilities, I begin to see the gears turning in the guys’ heads about how to improve the plan.

“See, this,” Jin says shaking his finger at the screens, “This is why you’re the best kept secret in the country.”

“How did you guys come up with this?” Jimin asks.

“Well,” I clear my throat, “When we first heard Switch were attacking, we came up with many other plans as starters as counter measures for what they could have planned. Poppet was designed to be one that would use my whole patrol to cause confusion between their ranks as to who really knew where Black Widow was placed.”

I walk over to the screens and begin to explain the origins of poppet.

“But when we learned Taehyung is who they wanted, we changed poppet ever so slightly.” I look over the group and my eyes linger on Hoseok. His eyes are focused on me, but the tension in his clasped hands screams fear.

“I can do more out of the shadows when one of ours is at risk.” I continue after swallowing down my own fear bubble. “We’ll have my twelve patrol women stationed around. But I’ll be front and center which means they won’t be expecting the other twelve. We’ll be able to catch them off guard.”

“But it means exposing you.” Jungkook says, “Why do you even have to be exposed? Why couldn’t you stay in the shadows?”

“As a trick.” I explain, “We need to make them believe that we are out and opened, no tricks up the sleeve. No hiding members. It’s a trick of false trust.”

“Can’t we have someone else be in your place and SAY it’s you?” Jin offers an alternative.

I shake my head. “We’ve done tests. Even our own know when it’s not me. Some of my women step slightly heavier, some move in ways that give away their shadow-y hiding spot.”

“What about Tae’s key?” Hoseok asks.

“I’ll take a few of my girls and Tae. We’ll go to the box and transfer the items or whatever’s inside to the compound’s vault.” I tell him. “We can then also better plan for what Switch might want.”

“And that plan is all made out?” Hoseok probes.

I nod, “Yes, that one was made this morning, and is complete. 7 of us in total.”

“How did you know what the plan would be if you didn’t even know the secret?” Yoongi asks.

“We had multiple plans made up and completed for all possibilities of his secret.” Lina explains. “Lucky for us, it ended of being one of the types we guessed.”

“We always look at all possibilities.” I affirm.

“So then, what if we had movement, so that each of your women couldn’t be pin pointed?” Namjoon suggests.

“We can work that in.” Kaelin says, setting down blueprints and pens on the table. “This plan isn’t complete, so we need a little help to have it ready by when we need it.”

“When do we need it?” Tae asks.

“We don’t know, so it’s best to have it ready as soon as possible.” I respond.

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“You really hate it that much?” I ask, looking up at Hoseok from the his small deck. He’s been hiding on the roof for a few hours now.

Hoseok takes a deep breath, “I don’t hate it. You’re plans are always amazing and flawless. I just wish you came up with one that didn’t involve exposing you.” He slides down from the roof, joining me on the little balcony.

“Are you going to get Tae’s father’s stuff tonight?” He asks, leaning against the railing.

I nod, “Yeah, we leave in a couple hours.”

Hoseok nods and rests his hand over mine. “Do you think they’d send in their top ranks, too?”

“I hope so,” I say, intertwining our fingers, “So I can put bullets in every single one of their heads.”

“Woah, there.” Hoseok chuckles and pulls me into his chest, “Maybe not every single one of their heads. Only a few. Gotta save some for the rest of us.”

I smile, “I guess. But to do that, we have to follow through with poppet.”

He sighs and rests his chin on top of my head, “I know. But I really don’t want to.”

“I know.” I squeeze him tighter, “But now instead of being a mist that everyone is afraid of, I’ll be a steel wall that people will be afraid to step towards.”

“Wouldn’t that put you in more danger?” He asks, slightly pulling away.

“Being the defenseless girlfriend of BT’s leader puts me in more danger than being the skillful fighter.” I argue.

“You’re right.” Hoseok says, admitting defeat.

After a few minutes of silence, Hoseok’s shoulder’s begin to sink every so slightly.

“What’s running through your mind?” I ask, noting the change.

“What if, what if we don’t win?” He asks, not looking at me. “In every leader’s lifetime, we’ve always had one major attack and we’ve never lost. What if this time we do? What if I’m the leader that loses everything?”

I grab his face and force him to look at me. “We. Won’t. Lose. You have the best leads and officers in the entire country. You have me. You have my girls. And each of us don’t want to fail either. We won’t lose. We have back up plans upon back up plans. My girls and I are ready and I know your guys are ready for anything as long as they’re roped in.”

“You should’ve been the leader of this group.” Hoseok says with a proud smile on his lips.

I shake my head, “Then you wouldn’t have a black widow.”

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sparrowjaywrites · 6 years ago

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Survive We Shall (Chapter 02: Survive Alone?)

Disclaimer: All recognizable Characters, places, and plots belong to those who own the copyright for Walking Dead and Criminal Minds respectfully such as AMC and Robert Kirkman, I do not know all their names.

All new characters such as Kat, The Takers, and Kat’s original group belong to me. Please do not use them or my storyline without my permission.

Warnings:

This story will contain foul language, nudity, sexual content, graphic violence, mentions of sexual assault, death, abuse, mentions of domestic abuse, partial depictions of sexual assault, depictions of domestic abuse, torture, suicide, depictions of suicidal thoughts, self-harm, PTSD, flash backs and much more.

Each Chapter will have its own trigger warnings directly below this warning at the start please use these to protect yourself while you read. If there are any issues regarding this please PM me.

Standing Warnings for All Chapters: (These Warnings are used so frequently it is pointless to add them by specific chapter.

Gore, Graphic Violence, Death, Swearing

Chapter Warnings:

Mentions of Sexual Assault

AN:

As I said in the last chapter I will be posting two Chapters a week as I tend to write two chapters at a time if I have the option. Enjoy!

Survive We Shall

Season One

Episode 02: Survive Alone?

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“And in the end all I learned was how to be strong alone.” – Unknown

Kat stopped in her tracks a deep frown on her face. For the millionth time she’d gone in a circle. She shakes her head her eyes locked on that god forsaken farm house. Maybe if they’d just kept going, if they’d never stopped there, maybe then she wouldn’t be alone right now?

“Hey! It’s her!” Kat spins on her heal her eyes widening as seven men race towards her across a field. Eddie a man in his late fifties with a shaved head and a swastika tattooed on his arm led the charge. Kat recognized Brian and Philip as well, the other four men she’d seen a hundred times before but didn’t know the names of. Kat spins on her heel charging back into the forest, veering to the side as she see’s walkers in front of her. She couldn’t get caught… not again.

“Shoot that bitch!” A man’s voice calls, a second later a bullet wizzes past Kat’s ear. She ducks and dodges as she runs being sure to move back and forth as she does no sense in giving them a predictable target. Up ahead she could see a small herd of walkers, perfect she heads directly towards them knife up and ready stabbing the first one she comes too in the top of its head using her momentum to drive the knife in before dragging it out as she shoves the body into the next closest walker. She ducks down sprinting quickly through the slow moving bodies. Once on the other side she keeps up her pace, it isn’t long before she hears the gunshots and screams behind her as the men run into the herd.

Kat had been running for over half an hour slowing only when the bullets stopped whizzing by her, speeding up if they started again. Kat glances behind her grimacing as she sees the five living men gaining on her, two clearly having been taken down by the herd. A small scream rips from her as her foot suddenly catches on something pitching her forward tumbling down a small hill.

“Hello again, Miss. Kat. You know we’re all damn tired of these games. I think it’s time we ended them, don’t you agree?” Brian, a man with long blonde hair only a few years older than Kat with a missing front tooth and a long scar under his left eye Kat had given him a few months before bends over her with a wicked grin. Kat gasps for breath her eyes wide as she stares up at the men. Her hand tightens on her gun.

“Nu uh. That ain’t happening.” Eddie slams his boot down on her arm. Kat glares up at him biting the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. She would not give these bastards the pleasure. Eddie bends down taking the gun from her belt before stepping back for a second. He stares down at her with a look of pure hatred. “Should’ve killed you with the other bitch.” He swings is foot back bringing it back against her side. Kat gasps out as searing pain flashes through her side.

“We should have some fun before we kill her.” Phillip grins licking his lips, his light brown mullet blowing in the breeze.

“I like that…” One of the other men begins to say before a crossbow bolt slams into his eye.

“What the fu…” Brian shouts stepping back, a gunshot ringing out as he goes down.

“Brian!” The last unknown man begins to speak before a different gunshot sounds blood splattering the trees around them. Kat scrambles to her feet she grabs her knife from her belt.

“You’re not going anywhere, Bitch.” Eddie growls stalking towards her. Kat brings her arm back aiming her hunting knife for his chest and throws it; the knife buries itself in Eddie’s neck. Not what she was going for, but it would work. Eddie stumbles to the ground pulling the knife out and falling face first in the leaves blood pooling around him in seconds.

“You!” Phillip lunges at her before Kat can move; seconds before he can grab her, a crossbow bolt slams into his head. Kat scrambles forward grabbing her knife from where Eddie dropped it and turning on her heel to stand up, looking around for whoever had been shooting.

“You alright?” Kat turns her eyes locking on three men as they approach her cautiously. The man who spoke had a short brown beard, with brown wavy hair; he held a gun in one hand pointed at the ground. Next to him was an Asian man, younger than her, maybe in his early twenties, a gun also clutched in his hands. About a foot behind the first guy was a man with a crossbow, chin length brown hair hanging limply, he wore a leather vest. “Ma’am?” The first man says again coming to a stop when he notices her knife.

“Who are you?” Kat asks her voice tense her knife clutched tightly in her right hand.

“My names Rick Grimes, this is Glenn,” He motions to the Asian man, “and Daryl.” He motions to the other man. “What’s your name?” Kat narrows her eyes, why had these men helped her? She’d never seen them with the Takers, but then again there were at least sixty of them when they first got her and around forty last she saw… well thirty-three now. But would they really kill their own people? She’d seen them do it before. Kat’s eyes scan over Rick; he is watching her with a sad look in his eyes.

“Why’d you help me?” Kat asks her brown eyes locking with Ricks, confusion clear in her tone. Rick shares a look with Glenn and Daryl frowning.

“It looked like you needed it.” Rick says simply. Kat narrows her eyes.

“What’s your angle here? You trying to earn points with Carlton or some shit? Bring me back yourselves?” The men share a confused look before turning back to her.

“We don’t know who this Carlton is, but we can assure you we’re not with him.” Rick says holstering his gun and holding up his hands as if talking to a spooked animal. Glenn lowers his gun with shaky hands slipping it into its holster, his eyes locked on Brian’s dead body looking like he’s going to be sick. Daryl lowers the crossbow but doesn’t put it away.

“He your first kill or something?” Kat asks looking at Glenn and nodding to Brian. Glenn looks surprised by her question but nods shakily. There was no way these three where Takers, not with how he’s acting. “That’s never easy, thank you though.” Kat says slowly holstering her knife keeping her hand on the hilt. It wouldn’t do much good against Daryl’s crossbow anyways.

“Uh, your welcome.” Glenn says hesitantly, he looks to Rick who nods motioning for him to take over. “We have a group, men, women, children, fences if you’re interested?” Kat raises an eyebrow eyes flickering between the hesitant young man and the two older men.

“You’d just offer me a place with your group?”

“Well you have to answer three questions first, but yeah.” Glenn nods.

“Ask away.” Kat crosses her arms.

“How many walkers have you killed?” Kat snorts shaking her head.

“I don’t know just let me check my kill count. A lot.” She shrugs she thinks she can see Daryl smirk at her snide answer.

“How many people have you killed?” Kat frowns looking down at the ground as she thinks, this was where they’d either shoot her or tell her to fuck off.

“I don’t know around twenty to thirty.” Kat answers honestly her eyes flickering back to theirs. A look of shock ripples through the men as they process her answer. Daryl raises his crossbow eyes now narrowed. Rick’s hand moves to his gun but he doesn’t pull it. Glenn is just staring at her with wide eyes.

“Why?” He asks his voice tense. Huh, well they hadn’t shot her yet, so that must be a good sign.

“Most of them where Takers.” She motions to the men on the ground. “I’ve killed a lot of them escaping each time they catch back up with me. I have no clue how many but considering the last time I was in their camp I counted around forty of them, while they had sixty the first time, I’ve taken out at least twenty. I have no idea how many I killed last time.” Kat shrugs her voice bitter.

“And anyone else?” Rick asks. “You said most.”

“I shot a woman in my old group after she was bit.” Kat scowls thinking back to Tiffany. “And a lady who was on the plane I was on when this all went down.”

“You were on a plane when this started?” Glenn asks eyes wide. “And you shot someone… on the plane?”

“She had a gun pressed to the window it was shoot her or everyone on the plane would have died.” Kat defends herself.

“Why did you even have a gun on the plane?” Rick asks.

“I was going to check it, but they boarded us without checking our luggage. I told them I had it they didn’t care. It was just before Seattle was bombed. I think they were just trying to evacuate who they could.”

“Anyone else?”

“No.” Kat shakes her head. The Takers had forced her to become very good at killing the living, something she hated with a passion.

“Alright then, we should head back.” Rick nods giving her a soft smile. Kat moves forward stabbing Eddie in the head so he wouldn’t turn and grabbing her gun slipping it into its holster she walks over to them staying a few feet back.

“What’ yer name?” Daryl asks.

“Katrina Reid, most people call me Kat.”

“It’s good to meet you, Kat.” Rick smiles at her leading them through the trees. Glenn walks beside Rick, Daryl standing a few feet away from Kat behind them; he keeps glancing at her bow and bags curiously. After around ten minutes they exit the trees coming onto a simple road leading to a prison. Kat stops for a second taking it in, walkers where lined up around the fenced in yard pressing at the metal. It was perfect, built to keep people in, it was perfect for keeping walkers out.

“You comin’?” Daryl turns to look at her. She nods following behind him. The three men break into a sprint as they approach the front gate, metal doors had been rigged attached to the outer layer of fences, wooden spikes flanked the gate to help keep walkers away. A boy rushes over pulling a rope to open the gate as the four of them sprint inside. The gate clinging closed behind them. He opens the inner fence running up to Rick hugging him.

“Dad! Who’s the new lady?” He asks peering around Rick to look at her, his long brown hair falling in his eyes. He couldn’t be older then thirteen.

“Carl, this is Kat. Kat this is my son, Carl.” Rick introduces them with a large grin.

“Uh, hi.” Kat waves at the kid awkwardly.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to Carol, she’ll know where you’ll be staying.” Glenn offers motioning her to follow him. Kat nods slipping past Rick and Carl as Carl starts bombarding him with questions about her. Daryl follows silently behind her. Kat can hear people talking and laughing as they make their way up the road to another set of gates that stand open. Breathing in the smell of cooking meat reaches her. People are lined up getting food from a few women who stand by some kind of makeshift grill. “Dinner time.” Glenn grins leading her to one of the women passing out food.

“Hi, Glenn, Daryl.” The woman nods to them. She was older maybe late forties early fifties. She had short gray hair, and a very slim frame.

“Hey, Carol. This is Kat, we found her in the forest, she’s joining us.” Glenn introduces her, giving Carol the simplified version, although based on the look shared between the two Kat was sure the whole story would be told later.

“Welcome to the prison, Kat. Why don’t you have some food and when your done I can show you around. Glenn would you ask Maggie to get Karen to set up a cell for Kat?”

“Sure thing.” Glenn takes his plate and walks off towards a table where a woman with shoulder length brown hair, a teen girl with long blonde hair, and an old man with a white beard sat. She watches as he kisses the brunette before sitting down.

“Here you go.” Carol gives her a kind smile holding out a plate. Kat stares at it for a second before slowly taking it, she was sure she made a sight staring at the food the way she was. But it’d been months since she’d had a hot meal.

“Kat you can sit with us.” Kat turns as Carl runs up Rick walking behind him. Carl grabs a plate for himself and his Dad heading to the same table Glenn was at. Rick motions her to follow, Daryl taking a plate and following as well. “Guys this is Kat.” Carl says looking excited.

“Welcome, I’m Hershel, these are my daughters Maggie,” The old man motions to the brunette, “and Beth.” He nods to the blonde girl.

“Hi.” Kat says, slowly sitting down next to Maggie. Rick, Carl and Daryl sit across from her beside Hershel.

“Where are you from?” Carl asks her curiously. “Dad says you were on a plane when everything started.” Kat looks between the group of people her mouth dry. It’d been months since she’d been around so many people… or so many people who weren’t trying to kill her at least.

“Leave her alone, Carl.” Beth says shooting him a look. “Let her eat.” Beth shoots her a small smile. Kat smiles hesitantly back. She picks up her fork taking a bite of the meat, it was deer, she’d only had it once before when Tom had shot one and brought it back to the house their group had been hauled up in at the time. Carol had seasoned it with salt, pepper, and garlic. Kat smiles eating the rest slowly, knowing if she eat as quickly as she wanted she’d probably be sick. She’d learned that the hard way a few weeks before.

Kat sat silently while she eat and the rest of the people around her talked. The conversation flowed freely until the soft cry of a baby cut Rick off. Kat’s eyes widen as she turns to see Beth pick a small baby, only about a month or two old out a small bin she hadn’t noticed next to the table.

“You have a baby?” She asks mouth open in shock.

“Rick’s daughter, Judith.” Beth says as she rocks the baby softly. “I’m gonna go change her.” Beth says with a nod to Rick.

“I’ll come she needs to eat still right?” Beth nods. Kat watches them go shaking her head. This day couldn’t get much stranger if it tried.

“Beth takes care of Judith so Rick can go on runs and work around the prison.” Maggie explains seeing the look on her face. “Most people react the same way to seeing her.”

“Well considering making a lot of noise means death most of the time now days, it’s not exactly common to see a living baby.”

“The fences help with that, and Judith is pretty quiet.” Glenn says with a smile.

“Can I ask where your from now?” Carl pipes up.

“Uh Las Vegas originally.” Kat answers not sure why he cares so much.

“But you flew out of Seattle?” Glenn asks.

“I grew up in Vegas till I was six, then moved to DC with my brother it’s where I was headed when the world went to shit. I moved to Seattle a few years ago.” Kat explains.

“How’d you end up in Georgia?” Maggie asks.

“Plane ran out of fuel we had to land. We were supposed to refuel during a layover in Texas but the airport wouldn’t respond.”

“Damn. You still headed to DC?” Glenn asks.

“I was trying to, but I kept going in circles without a map.” Kat shrugs. “I’m pretty positive I won’t make it there alone, so I guess I’m here for the time being at least.”

“Well I hope you choose to stay, it’s too dangerous out there to go it alone.” Maggie smiles sadly at her. Kat smiles back before standing up with her empty plate. “Where do I take this?”

“To Carol.” Carl points to where Carol is standing by a bin finishing up her own food. Kat nods and walks over to her.

“Thank you for the food, it was delicious.” Kat places her plate and fork in the bin that is full of other dirty dishes. She hoped she didn’t get assigned dish duty, she’d do it of course, but dishes had always been her most hated chore.

“No problem, Dear. I’ll show you your cell and give you a tour.” Carol places her now empty plate in the bin and leads Kat into a Cell Block marked D. “This is where all the new arrivals live. Those of us who founded the prison live in Cell Block C.” Kat nods following her up some stairs to a cell against the back wall. The cell beside it is clearly vacant as well. “I thought you might want a cell by yourself. You can of course take one of the other empty ones.”

“No this is fine, thank you.” Kat smiles weakly at her. The cell has a sink, a bunk bed, and a few small shelves. A curtain is hung inside the door for privacy and some sheets, pillows, and what looks like toiletries sit on the bottom bunk.

“You can decorate or do whatever you want with the place.” Kat steps in peeling her bags off her shoulders for the first time in a few days and sets them on the floor by the bed. She rolls her shoulders wincing at the tightness in them. “Hershel is our doctor, we also have Doctor S, so if you need anything looked at just come to me or one of them and we’ll get you squared away. I’ll show you the showers.” Kat follows Carol out of the cellblock down a few halls into a large bathroom. There are showers lined up, separated by curtains, they had set up a few water barrels that pumped water into the shower pipes.

“Toilets are over there.” Carol motions to a room. “You have to pump the water yourself, but it works pretty well. The waters clean we get it from the creek.”

“This is amazing.” Kat says looking it over. “I never thought I’d see running water again.”

“We make do.” Carol laughs. “If you have anything that needs washing just put it in the laundry basket in your cell, we’ll wash it and put it back. We have some clothing stocked up if you need any as well.”

“I’d love some clean clothes. All my stuff is beyond dirty at this point.” Kat says following Carol to a supply room. She quickly picks out a few tank tops and t-shirts, a few pairs of jeans, a few flannels, a package of socks, a few bras, and a package of underwear. “You guys raided a clothing store didn’t you?”

“A few weeks ago.” Carol laughs. “Welcome to the prison, Kat. I hope you like it here.” Carol pats her arm keeping a straight face when Kat flinches away. Kat’s cheeks burn as she looks down.

“Thanks.” Carol gives her a sad smile and leaves her to her own devices. Kat quickly makes her way back to her cell. She dumps most of her new clothes on the bed before grabbing the shampoo, conditioner, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste, and a towel and heading to the showers.

She pumps the water spending almost an hour under the cool stream. The water was far from warm, but it was good enough to get clean. She scrubbed her skin raw, wincing as she washed over the many bruises, cuts, and scrapes. She was relieved there wasn’t a mirror for her to see her new scars with. After her shower she dresses quickly in her new clothes, opting for a t-shirt with a flannel over top, some jeans, and new undergarments. She laces back up her boots braiding her wet hair back before brushing her teeth and heading back to her cell. Kat dumps her dirty clothing in the basket a long with her hunting jacket.

“Wow, you look awesome!” Kat turns as Beth steps into her cell.

“Uh, thanks.”

“I brought you some bins and a few things so you could organize your cell.” Beth holds up a few storage bins that seem to have some more bedding and what looks to be a few knickknacks, some tape, and a packet of a disposable hooks like Kat used to use to hang Christmas decorations. Kat takes the bins setting them on the bed.

“Thank you.”

“I’m in cell block C if you need anything.” Beth smiles brightly at her before walking out. Kat turns to the bins moving them to the floor she starts emptying her very dirty bags, tossing any clothing into the laundry bin. She piles books, pictures, and other personal items on the bed setting her weapons on the lower shelf. She puts the bags in the bin as well to washed, although she’d probably wash them herself the next day.

Kat stands up making the bed. She stores her weapons in one of the bins sliding it under the head of bed. She hangs a hook beside the foot of the bed to hang her bow and quiver from. Her knife and gun staying on her belt for now. She slides the black box she keeps her electronics in under the bed and folds her remaining clothing into a bin. She puts her books on the shelves and tapes up a few of the pictures storing the rest in a bin with her jewelry, her many pairs of glasses, and a few other trinkets. She places her stuffed cat next to her pillow and looks around.

It was surreal she had a bedroom, an actual bed, pictures on a wall. Maybe she was settling in too quickly, trusting too easily. But did she really have a choice? They seemed nice enough, maybe a bit naïve just letting her in so easily, but maybe she could make a life here? At least until she was strong enough and prepared enough to head to DC? Or maybe even forever?

Kat steps out of the cell and closes the cell door seeing if it auto locked or not. The door opened easily at her pull. Okay she wouldn’t get locked in, good. Kat steps back in the cell closing it and taking off her belt; she removes her gun holster and gun setting them on her bed and her knife holster and knife. She wraps the belt around the doorframe and a few bars into the door, buckling it so a walker wouldn’t be able to push it open. Better safe than sorry. She closes the curtain moving her gun under her pillow, tossing the holster into the weapons bin and pinning the knife holster to her belt loop, she lies down. Kat hesitates before kicking off her boots, pulling a blanket over herself she takes off her glasses setting them on the closest shelf; she needed to remember to get a small table brought in for those.

It isn’t long before Kat hears other people entering the cell block clearly heading to bed based on what they’re saying. Kat closes her eyes letting her body relax into the mattress. She is out in minutes her exhaustion pushing her too deep to dream.

“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.” – Ernest Hemingway

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AN:

And with the post of Chapter Two I can now explain my chapter layout. In ‘Season One’ as I’m calling it all odd chapters are set at the start of Kat’s story. All Evan chapters will be set starting between seasons 3 and 4 of walking dead and continuing from there. I don’t know yet how many chapters will be in season one as that keeps changing. I will say when that changes and the chapter set up changes. A version of this explanation will be added to the start of each chapter from chapter 3 on. This chapter set up is largely why there will likely be two chapters a week.

I hope everyone enjoyed!

Any kind of review that is nice even a Good Chapter or a smiley face is appreciated!

– Kat

#walking dead #Criminal Minds #crossover #Daryl Dixon #daryl dixon x oc #walking dead fanfiction

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coreytravelogue · 4 years ago

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October 11, 2020 - Vancouver, BC, Canada

Happy Thanksgiving to any fellow Canadians who read this. As you can tell nothing really has changed, no travel and no real events. Well there have been events that have went on in my life since last month but nothing I feel is worth speaking of in here. I do not know how long or brief I will be with this, I feel I should write though to tell you the truth I don’t feel like it. I feel like just sleeping through this pandemic, I am sure I am not the only one who thinks this.

My life from 2015-2019 has been such a positive one for the most part I feel like life is trying to give me a new challenge to see if I truly have conquered the depression that took me for most of my life. All things considered I am surviving but to say that i haven’t had depressive relapses over this year would be a bold face lie.

I guess I am writing today because if COVID wasn’t a thing this year I would have been traveling right now. Sound like a tired broken record when I say that, I have been saying that all year whether it was Ottawa and Portland during spring time, to trips i may have went to Alberta or wherever in the summer to a trip to Australia I could have made with my girlfriend last month to the trip I could have taken around this time. Of course I didn’t wind up making any plans, with the second wave in a effect I don't feel like it is worth going out of the house let alone out of the city. A month ago alone seems like 6 months ago that has been how gruelling the past few weeks have been for me without end.

Would have went to Quebec City if I did go this long weekend or even Montreal again. I had a decent amount of time in Montreal even though nothing went on during that time that I could enjoy but that was why tickets were so dirt cheap to go at that moment in time. If I went I would probably enjoy the craft beer, poutine and smoked meat sandwiches again while trying to explore the city beyond the downtown area.

Even thought about maybe I would travel to Toronto, that city is so fucking huge I would try to spend most of my time outside of it this time but I am not going to lie Quebec City would be the place I would consider.

The place has always been stuck in my head and not exactly in the best fashion. I remember passing through that city both times and both times being discriminated against by French people. I understand the hate towards English people like me but the racism they display against other cultures disgusts me to no end but I will leave that bit aside.

Thinking about what I would do there would probably involve Jayne hatting and craft beer drinking mostly followed by museums and just getting lost in the place but that mostly what I normally do. I can't say my travels are not so much exciting as they are predictable.

I thought I would have more to talk about what I would do in Quebec City but I can’t help but not want to think about traveling because this pandemic doesn't seem like it will end anytime soon.

Newfoundland hasn’t even opened its boarders yet as I may have said before so there goes at least spending time with my parents this year. With this amount of leave I have I could spend the entire month there this time if I wanted to or at least 3.5 weeks.

One caveat of this year is I have eating more doniars in this year than I have any other. I am sure Turkish Doniar in Burnaby Heights appreciates my service as I am sure his business as taken a hit but he has always know that I loved his doniars and I still do.

What can I be thankful for I guess that Turkish Doniar is still around and his doniars are as goo as ever. Strange Fellows has their El Jefe hefeweizen out which is a good hefe and very drinkable for me.

I am thankful my girlfriend and me have a healthy relationship for the most part I guess. She is still stranded here as her government continues to leave their own people stranded elsewhere like the fuck wits they are.

Thankful my parents are alive and healthy, Newfoundland is probably the safest place in the world right now to tell you the truth. With all the shit that they have went through they deserve to be safe during this time though I can't imagine the crumbling economy worldwide is doing much for them either.

Thankful what few friends I have are alive and well and doing ok.

Thankful that despite not being able to travel and my mental health taking a bit his I am for the most part in ok shape. My eyes I feel are slowly deteriorating and I am slowly getting out of shape. I dunno there are moments where I physically feel in shape, ripped even and feel like superman then there are times like today where I feel like Homer Simpson. I guess it doesn’t help I have been eating doniars like made the last two months stress eating working three positions at once, having a COVID scare that wound up just being that my lungs cut handle smoke no more and the stress at home. I feel helpless, like I can't really do anything and anything I do makes everything around me worse. So all I can do is eat doniars, drink hefes and work on my life playlist project using Spotify.

A goal in my life is to write my own auto biography but when I think about it always comes in vague terms where if I just listen to a song it opens up those memories much better. I have been doing because it helps me remember those times but also see how I can grown as a person through the music on my life.

Where form birth to kindergarten my influence came straight from radio, TV shows and whatever my babysitters would play. The moment Much Music and the ability to own my own CD collection began followed by MTV, power metal, classic folks ,etc. Doing this playlist thing I feel is more of a accurate autobiography than actually writing down though to be honest it is getting harder now.

I am age 17, a lot of the music I listened to from 14 to probably 19 is no on Spotify weirdly enough, even stranger since many of the bands and songs I listened have stuff on Spotify. 1998-02 was such a weird time for music, it is almost like everyone wants to forget that time or not release what they released at that time. Maybe because it was the era of Spears and BSB who knows. it definitely makes those playlists feel incomplete.

I am not looking forward to age 21 playlist, that year will probably be the biggest of any other year but full of very bad memories for me but it is what it is.

Should also try and finish my book, it is actually done but I feel like i need to go over it once more. One of my friends asked me what I want for my Birthday I told her if you need to give me anything give me food but I am not starting to think no just read my book, actually read my book and give me constructive criticism. I know it will be shit, as you can tell I am not well versed in my use of the English language and this is my first (won't be my last) book. I guess i just want someone to read it and tell me if it is worth putting more time in. I have spent around 7 years on this fucking book, to say I am am growing tired of being in that world would be a understatement but I still feel more work needs to be done on it. I feel like GRRM right now with that.

Anyways I got stuff to do, hefes to down and music to listen to today. Shazbot nanu nanu

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yoitssabrinee · 7 years ago

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POROUS [03]

So yall got a not so date with Iggy. Yall happy? Because I am.

@hypaalicious @thirdstreetcettin @sayura21 and all my other Iggy thots out there, this for yall.

WARNING: None, probably some angst but not much?

PAIRING: Ignis Scientia/GN!Reader

SETTING: Post-Brotherhood Era; AU of sorts.

A/N: hggdjfsdkasfvjvhsdaj. My muse ran itself, I swear.

PART: 01 | 02 | 03

The first things that greeted Ignis when he went through the door of your apartment were the smell of fresh air wafting through the blinds, and burnt food.

He crinkled his nose at the odor. Were you trying to cook in the sorry state you were in? He couldn’t have that. But just as he slipped off his shoes at the vestibule, you bumbled unsteadily from the kitchen, looking feverish but somewhat well. Or so he hoped.

“Iggy?” your voice was hoarse, croaking at the last syllable of his name. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled. “I told you I’d come, didn’t I?”

You blinked, then slumped at the kitchen door; he quickly sprang up to hold you upright.

You were warm in his hands.

Far too warm for his liking.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, patting away some beading sweat on your temple with a sleeve and testing your body temperature with the back of his hand. “Nauseous? Dizzy? Would you like some water? I have some painkillers with me in case if you—“

But you patted his hand away, fingers wrapped around his wrist as you peered up at him behind sleep-flaked lashes. “You haven’t slept since yesterday.”

He pursed his lips, then smiled. “I will be fine. What I’m worried more about is you. You needed the rest more than I.”

“And I’m worried about you, too,” you said, pulling him into the living room and pushing him onto the couch, then flopped down beside him. “Dinner can wait. Sleep with me?”

Ignis gulped. He hadn’t anticipated this turn of events. Noctis gave him a day off because he thought he needed to get more rest (and probably get his shit together; Noct can order takeout by himself if he wanted and he’d allow it—just for tomorrow). But you were sick; you were in need of company and comfort… he couldn’t find it in himself to simply turn you down.

And tomorrow was another day off for him, too.

It would be fine, wouldn’t it?

“Sleep—“ he breathed in deep, and realized that his eyes were stinging. “—with you?”

Apparently, he could use a bit more work in his interpretation skills.

He noticed, a second too late, how warm his face was, and how red yours was.

“I—“ you were stuttering now, hands flailing around in an attempt to explain yourself. “I don’t—what I mean is—I don’t mean it that way, like—gods, Ignis!”

He didn’t laugh, but you surely noticed the smirk spread across his face—teasing, silently snickering to himself.

And gods, did he want to hold you now.

He couldn’t help but find it endearing

You scowled at him, and now he couldn’t help the soft titters filtering past his lips.

“You’re horrible,” you said.

I am, he thought. I’m horrible, but only for you.

But he didn’t say this.

He did sleep with you.

Sprawled across the couch, his spectacles folded and placed on the coffee table, he let you spread yourself on top of him, holding you protectively in his arms as he wrapped the many layers of blankets on both of you. You folded your arms on his chest, nuzzled a red nose on his neck, breathed just a little slower.

He couldn’t help but shiver from the contact.

And despite being as tired as he was when at Noct’s, he couldn’t get himself to relax—not with you nestled on top of him.

Which was strange, he thought. Exhaustion, worn-out, jaded—those would warrant a good nap, or at least a good night’s sleep if he could make it to his bed in time. Somehow, though, he couldn’t help but open his eyes every time he closed it, only to look down to stare at your already snoozing form.

You were a wonderful weight on him. He could get used to it.

And then he was cursing himself; cursing for letting himself be this vulnerable. He guessed he could let it slide, but seeing you now…

He ran a hand across his face.

He knew he was in too deep, and it was far too late to do anything about it.

Cursing himself for the nth time that day, he willed his eyes to close again, and let his mind be cleared from unnecessary thoughts because gods be damned, were you not too distracting—

“…Ignis…”

--and he was wide awake; exhausted, but awake.

You moaned quietly, but it was enough to snap his eyes wide open as he stared down at you—still asleep, and he was surprised at that. Was he hearing things? Last he checked, his ears was in good condition so it must be—

You groaned, shifted on top of him again, and murmured, “Iggy…”

It took him a long, long time afterwards to really fall asleep.

“So how about some garula steak from that place we talked about?”

Anyone within a five mile radius could practically see how your eyes shone the moment they said those words to you. Of course, your crush, of all people, were addressing you. And they were suggesting to have some kind of food you’ve probably only tasted once in your lifetime. Together, with you.

It should be predictable, shouldn’t it?

“Well, um,” you said; play coy, play coy, you can do this, Y/N, play coy they said. “I’m—not sure, really. I mean, I have so much work to do and-“

“Aw, c’mon, forget ‘bout work for once!” they said, all smiles and teeth and hands spread and an overall enthusiastic body language. “Dinner on me, how ‘bout it? We could do a lil’ chit-chat over some nice steak and potatoes and good wine, y’know, get to know each other…”

If your eyes were shining before, they were now glowing—happiness radiated from you like some kind of nuclear, and every person who passed your desk on that day could actually feel the warmth.

It had been a while, some said. You skirting around them like some kind of bee to its queen; you always putting them foremost in discussions; you engaging them in conversations whenever and wherever possible. You’ve never actually gone to the ‘kiss your crush and let them know’ stage, but that night might be the opportunity you were looking for. It had been a while, after all.

They were smart, they were nice, they looked good—everything everyone ever wanted in a potential partner.

Everybody within the department knew of how big your crush was on them.

“Yeah, uh,” keep playing coy, Y/N, keep playing coy. “If you’re sure, then... I’m in!”

They grinned, all teeth again. “Great! See you there at eight tonight!”

“See you!”

And then you saw yourself, in the rain, not knowing the time because it was probably way past eight, and on the verge of a breakdown after seeing them in the arms of another… when they have promised.

They promised.

They—promised.

When you woke up, Ignis was no longer there.

You sat up, feeling confused and strangely well-rested because, really, when was the last time you’ve slept that good? And warm. It was so warm.

Ignis felt so warm around you…

And then you heard voices.

Words, coming from the balcony, tone familiar but otherwise unidentified. They were low, mostly obstructed by the sound of the breeze that was coming from outside. From the golden lights filtering from the windows and the door itself, you guessed it was almost night time.

Ignis came in from the balcony, phone in hand, and saw you on the couch, still sleep-dazed.

He smiled. “Good evening. Did you rest well?”

You didn’t know if you’ve nodded or shaken your head, but you saw him smile nonetheless. “What time is it?” you asked blearily.

He checked the clock on the wall. “Near seven. Are you feeling alright?”

Slowly, you tested the temperature on your temple; it was no longer warm, and the spiking headaches were long gone, and you felt mostly fine.

“I’m alright,” you said.

He chuckled. “I’m glad,” he said. “Unfortunately, it was way past the time for me to cook you anything for dinner, so would you like it if we go out instead?”

You felt your head clear just a little bit, and you felt more awake now that you’ve processed what he said. “Dinner?” you asked. “Outside?”

He nodded. “I’ve made reservations. The food is exquisite.” Then he stopped and pondered over his next words before he continued, “I’d like to treat you to something nice for once.”

You were silent for a moment, then you looked up at him and said, “But I don’t have anything nice to wear.”

He outright grinned now. “It won’t be needed,” he said. “Just be as you are tonight. Your comfort is top priority. And we have a lot of time to think about it, if you want. Our reservation is at nine.”

[txt; prompto] lmao bro guess what

[txt; prompto] totally did not just see iggs w y/n just now

[txt; prompto] at dat place that served rl xpnsive garula stk

[txt; noct] lolol

[txt; noct] kinda figured that out already

[txt; noct] he was all pissy af this morn

[txt; noct] figured he needed it

[txt; prompto] he needa ask already

[txt; prompto] they gonna run if he didnt do shit

[txt; noct] let him be

[txt; noct] he can ask gladio if he needs help

[txt; noct] just dont bug him bout it would ya

[txt; prompto] kk roger highness

[txt; prompto] gotta say, u da best wingman eggs could ever hav

[txt; noct] he owe me a fishing trip

[txt; noct] and sum gud choc cake

[txt; prompto] u makin him owe u

[txt; noct] lmao

“Is everything to your liking?”

You didn’t really know what to say.

On one hand, the garula steak was—as they have claimed in advertisements and menus you’ve flipped through for the hundredth time that night—as good as they said.

On the other, the company was just as nice.

Ignis, sat across you cutting into his own steak, was smiling at you. “Does it appeal to your tastes?”

You gulped, swallowed around a dry throat as you downed the wine in your glass. “Uh,” you said. “It was—it was good. Like they said. It was… nice?”

The quirk on the corner of his lips was subtle, barely there, but it was enough to make your face feel hot. “Wasn’t entirely your palate, was it?”

You gestured, and the waitress lounging close by poured you another glass of wine; you downed it in a single gulp. “Well, it was—okay, at best.”

He made a sound from the back of throat—as if he was laughing, but behind closed lips. It was a beautiful sound.

And you find it charming.

Cutting off a piece of your own steak, you heard him say, “I recall someone saying they have been—raving—to go to such a place for a long time. And now they said the food was—okay, at best.”

You frowned, but the corner of your lips still quirked. “You would never let me live that down, would ya?”

He chewed through his own piece, pondered for a second, then said, teasingly: “I certainly will not, rest assured.”

You snorted into your third glass of wine, and he had to bite back a smile of his own to focus on the meal.

It was an entirely pleasant ordeal. You hadn’t expected him to bring you back to the place where your supposed date was—and you’ve surely vowed to yourself to never, ever, come back again, because of the looks you’ve received the night before—but today it was… different. A good sort of different. People were looking still, but now they were mostly along the lines of:

Who is that gentleman?

He is so charming, I wish that was my date…

Isn’t that the person we saw the other night? Was he supposed to be their…?

He’s so handsome…

You couldn’t help but feel smug. Of course, you were sitting at the same table with the Ignis Scientia, royal chamberlain and adviser to the Prince of Lucis himself; who else could have that opportunity?

It helped that Ignis apparently had connections everywhere; the entrance to the restaurant was prepped entirely for his welcome, and even when you were finally seated you were still aweing at all the golden streams and ribbons lining the glass doors. Even the receptionists’ eyes widened when they saw you—they clearly recognized you from yesterday.

The only thing you felt off was your outfit of choice.

Because, really, who would think to wear a simple collared shirt and some pants to go to a fancy place like this? Beside Ignis’ otherwise immaculate outwear, you felt every bit the low-born you were.

But he didn’t seem to mind; he did say you could be as you were, dress in whatever you like, and he’d still take you to this place, anyway.

Not like you’d have any complaints, but he could at least give you a head’s up…

Ignoring another bout of murmurs on the table right next to yours—the women occupying there was clearly ogling Ignis, and clearly sizing you down—you finished up your steak (well, okay, it was a little more than “okay”, at least) and wiped your mouth with a folded napkin, silently hoping that Ignis would finish his soon so you could go home.

As much as you liked the food and the company, the stares and whispers were getting on your nerves.

Much to your dismay, he was taking his time in savoring his meal; gloved fingers moved to cut the steak into cuboid pieces, taking each bite in a calculative manner and chewing every one thoroughly, brows furrowed in thought. After a while, he looked up, caught your eyes, and said, “I dare say I could recreate this when we’re home. It’s got a nice flavor, but I’m guessing the cook missed some important points on marinating the meat.”

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, not really understanding what he said. “It was okay.”

He turned to his plate, then back at you again, smiling. “I’m guessing you’ve had unpleasant experiences related to this place.”

You still haven’t told him about what had happened the other night, but his inquisitiveness made you swallow around a hard lodge in your throat. Had he guessed?

“Uh,” you rasped. “Kinda…?”

“It’s all right,” he said, still all smiles as he put down his fork, leaving his meal half-eaten, before he gestured to the waitress—even she was ogling him, the sneaky bitch—for the bill. “I wouldn’t want to keep you in a place that made you suffer unsavory.” Then he stood up, bill paid, and made his way round the table to stand next to yours, gesturing his elbow for you to take. “Would you like dessert?”

You felt yourself blush as he led you out—all stares on your back—and to where he had parked his car, still holding him by the crook of his arm.

“Um,” you said, as you wriggled in the passenger’s seat beside him, fidgety as all hell. “Ice cream sounds nice like, right about now…”

He shut the door on you, crossed over to the driver’s seat, sat himself in, then slid the car out of the park before he said,

“Ice cream does sound wonderful. My treat?”

#bfgjhdvsjaljfvdk #seven pages of yet another confusion #but so worth it #bc we all got a date with iggy #so we all win #amirite #hahahA #ignis #ignis scientia #ffxv #final fantasy xv #ignis scientia x reader #ignis x reader #ffxv fanfiction #final fantasy xv fanfiction

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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Train-Spotted (Katlaska) - Puck

A/N Hey everyone! Long time no see. Things got a little crazy for me with both personal stuff and university, but now I’ve got a bit more free time. So here you go, a brand new fic. If you’d like this to turn into a chaptered fic please let me know, I have places for this to go. (And yes, the title is a play off of Trainspotting.) I’ve never written Katlaska before, but I figured I’d give it a go. Cheers!

Summary: A recently sober Katya enjoys taking long metro rides to nowhere. One morning she runs into a fellow queen that she’d had a one night stand with about a year ago, before she’d gotten sober. Drag Queens but not Ru Girls.

Brian had never complained about public transit. Not once. Trains could be loud and hot and smelly, but Brian loved every second of every train ride. That may have been a bit of an exaggeration, but regardless, he’d chose to take the bus or the train over an uber any time. People lived out their lives on trains. People got engaged, broke up, traveled to interviews for their dream jobs, headed home after being fired with boxes filled with office-appropriate pieces of themselves. Every part of human existence (the negatives and the positives) had happened on a train at some point. And for just a few dollars, you could get a front-row seat. The Metro here in LA wasn’t as busy as The T had been back in Chicago, but maybe that was better. Instead of learning little bits and pieces about the 35 people crammed into the same small car, you could learn a lot about the 18 people. Sometimes they would even reply when Brian said hello.

Not today though. People on a train at 6:05 am were rarely talkative. People on 4:16 am trains were better. Most people on the 6:05 were heading to offices, and something about that particular commute fogged over the eyes of the trains passengers. Despite the ungodly hour, there was no detachment in the eyes of people on the 4:16. They were always headed some place interesting. Construction workers, heading off to build homes for the entitled assholes who rode the 7:02 train (hotshots were always above taking a 6:05). A Baker who was in the process of making a wedding cake for a woman who worked for a “Traditional Marriage Advocacy Group” had told him that he’d got a lot of satisfaction out of using his little gay hands to mix the cake batter while wearing his extravagantly homosexual engagement ring. (Brian had gotten the guy’s number, and had a threesome with him and his fiance a couple days later.) A nurse headed home after losing a patient (An old woman who’d tried to prove to her son that she could walk a tightrope). Brian had met some interesting people on later trains of course, but the 4:16 train was always his favourite. But today just happened to be a 6:05 day.

Brian was rarely headed anywhere important when he took morning trains. He’d make up a destination as he went along. He was usually heading back from somewhere, or heading out again to ride the trains to clear his head. A mix of drag and bartending kept him out late, and a mix of anxiety, insomnia, and attempts to get sober kept him out of the house in the wee hours. But it was always interesting to talk to people who were headed somewhere interesting, instead of just leaving something behind.

Last night had actually been a relatively good one, as far as Brian’s nights went. He’d had the night off work so he’d gotten to perform his drag, and the crowd had been fan-fucking-tastic. Not a bachelorette party in sight, and he was pretty sure he could feel a dollar bill glued to his back with sweat that he’d missed when de-dragging. He’d kept substance-free, and gotten to make out with a solid 8 during his performance. Sadly he’d missed getting the 8’s number. Now Katya’s gear had been safely dropped off at home, and he was on his way to the 4th street bridge to watch the sunrise.

There was a rough lurch, then a loud “ding” as the doors to the train slid open. A series of people filed through the bottleneck between the open doors, distributing themselves in predictable patterns through the car. Brian barely suppressed a smile. This round of passengers seemed a little more interesting than the usual 6:05 crowd. Their eyes were closer to a 12:48 train, though more sober. He scanned his eyes over them one by one, picking up little bits of information. There was a man in an ill-fitting brown suit (too broad at the shoulders and too short), but his hair was slicked back so forcefully that it looked wet, and the way that he drummed his fingers against his briefcase told Brian that he was probably on his way to his first day at a new job. Something corporate, in an office building that still looked like it was stuck in 1970. (Brian rarely got to find out if he was right about his musings, but the fun part was creating the story.)

There was a woman whose dress shirt was a little rumpled, as though she had worn it the day before. She’d slept over at someone else’s house the night before, Brian decided, but it hadn’t been planned and she isn’t planning on telling anyone about it either. She probably slept with another female coworker, the one who works in the cubicle next to her, and she’s still in denial that she’s bisexual.

There was a man with brown hair and a long face, his eyes halfway shut and his mouth curled into a lazy smile. Brian thought he could see some light black smudges beneath his eyes. Makeup. Definitely makeup. Brian probably had the same smudges under his eyes (or even more makeup remnants than that, he was always lazy about taking it all off). He’s probably been performing the night before too, but at a different club. He tried to picture what the guy must look like all dragged up, and for some reason Brian’s mind settled on extra large padded hips to offset the guy’s skinny frame, and a messy blonde wig…

Shit, Brian totally knew him. This was…

Fuck, he couldn’t remember his name.

He definitely had a blurry picture in his head, and the ghost of a nasal, drawling voice…

The guy happened to glance in Brian’s direction, and Brian saw a glint of recognition in his eyes. The man’s lips slid smoothly into a broader smile, and…

Oh – that did it.

Alaska. Her name was Alaska. They’d both performed at a WeHo Hamburger Mary’s a couple of months back. They’d ended up doing an impromptu group number, then doing each other back at Brian’s old apartment. Brian couldn’t remember if he’d learned Alaska’s real name, they’d probably stuck to drag names the full night. Or maybe Brian had been too high too high to remember. Both options were equally plausible. Another benefit of sobriety to add to his list (a sticky note on his fridge).

Should he go over? He wasn’t sure. He’s made friends with a lot of people he’d slept with (and slept with a lot of people he was friends with), but not usually after not seeing them for a year. Plus he was pretty sure something weird had happened afterward, but he wouldn’t be able to figure out what it was if Divine herself popped up from Hell and held a gun to Brian’s pussy.

But maybe he was wrong? Maybe nothing weird had happened. He was fairly certain something had, but to be fair most things he did were a little weird.

Fuck it, he should talk to him.

Alaska looked away from Brian, glancing up at the map above the doors. Shit, no, Alaska clearly wasn’t interested in talking. Brian should stay exactly where he was.

Alaska looked away from the map to glance back at Brian, who felt his stomach drop. Jesus, Brian groaned internally, as if he was a teenage girl. Why was he feeling so nervous? He was never this nervous. Ok, not true. He was the most anxiety-plagued person he’d ever met. But not about this sort of thing. Sex was one of the few things he never worried about.

And fuck, now Alaska was heading over.

The way the man moved was achingly familiar. Even though he was out of drag, there was still a sway in his hips when he walked, and his eyes remained fixed on Brian. The aftermath of the last time he’d been pinned under Alaska’s gaze flicked through his mind on repeat, and his throat went a little dry. The picture was a little unclear with a few frames missing, but the general storyline was enough. God that had been some good sex.

Alaska slid over to him and sat down. Not next to Brian, but on the bench across from him. Brian was grateful for the space. Not that he wouldn’t have minded being pressed up against Alaska again, but the situation was awkward, so the aisle between them was like a protective no man’s land.

Ian McKellen had been great in that play.

Fuck, he was rambling in his own head. He really was fucking nervous.

Alaska still hadn’t said anything, maybe he was waiting for Brian to start the conversation to make sure Brian recognised him. Brian licked his dry lips and opened his mouth without knowing what he was planning on saying, but thankfully Alaska seemed to sense Brian’s panic and spoke first.

“Hey.”

Fuck, why hadn’t he thought of saying that? This was a mess, Brian hadn’t even been able to think of starting a conversation with “hey”. What the hell was going on with him?

“Hi.” Brian replied with a genuine smile. See? He could be calm. And think of something on his own too, not just rely on repeating Alaska’s “hey”.

“Fancy meeting you here.” Alaska drawled like a Golden Era film star. His curled smile grew until it matched Katya’s.

“Yeah.” Katya laughed dryly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Pretty sure it’s a year.” Alaska nodded. “You still living in that lovely apartment?”

He was teasing him. That apartment had been a shit hole.

“Unfortunately no.” Katya sighed dramatically. “I’m in a one bedroom now, I figured it was time to stop making a roommate put up with my insanity.”

“That’s too bad, I liked the place.” Alaska said, giving a small shrug. “And your roommate was funny.”

“I’ll never tell him you said that, he doesn’t need the ego boost.” Katya grinned. He’d forgotten that Alaska had met Tracey. Brian should call him, maybe he would know whatever weirdness Brian couldn’t remember. “What about you, you still performing at Hamburger Mary’s?”

“Headlining.” Alaska admitted with a thin layer of pride.

“Well look at you! Moving up in the world!” Katya said.

“And you, you still at Los Globos?” Alaska asked, leaning forward ever so slightly.

“Yep.” Katya nodded. “But a bartending gig has opened up at Showgirls, I was thinking of going for it. If I can get an in there I might be able to get on their stage.”

“Oh you’d do great at Showgirls.” Alaska grinned. “Give some of those Ru Girls a run for their money.”

“Oh please.” Katya scoffed.

“If you’re too intimidated then by all means, leave it to the professionals.” Alaska said with a wave of his hand, his eyes gleaming. “From what I remember you really weren’t shy about much.”

“And from what I remember you enjoyed that.”

Were they flirting? This felt like flirting. Brian was definitely grinning the way he did when he flirted, and they were both leaning forward, their elbows resting on their thighs.

He remembered Alaska’s thighs. Or more specifically, remembered biting them until he left marks, which he remembered Alaska liking a fair bit.

From the looks of things, Alaska was remembering something similar.

“Katya…” Alaska said coolly, and the way his tongue curled around Brian’s name raised goosebumps. Like most people in LA Alaska said it “Kah-Tee-Ah” instead of “Kah-Tyah”, but Brian had never really cared how people said it. And as long as he kept saying it like that Alaska could pronounce it however he damn well pleased.

“Yes?” Brian replied, leaning forward a little further.

“Are you seeing anybody?”

Brian let out a huff of surprise.

“No, I don’t really do that sort of thing.” He admitted, but according to Alaska’s smirk that was the right thing to say.

“Neither do I.”

Brian licked his lips again, and raised an eyebrow at Alaska. Alaska raised an eyebrow right back before leaning back into his seat and crossing his legs.

Alright, clearly Brian needed to make any sort of move here, if a move was to be made.

“Brian.” He said, sticking out hand for a shake.

Alaska reached out and took his hand, but instead of shaking it he laced their fingers together.

“Justin.”

“Nice to see you again, Justin.” Brian replied, giving Justin’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Would you like to-”

“Yes.” Alaska– Justin, replied, and his smile returned.

“Great.” Brian smiled back.“Can I get your number?”

The train lurched again, and their hands fell apart. Justin quickly stood up.

“Nope.” He said, heading towards the doors. “Find me on Facebook.”

“A challenge, I like it.” Brian replied, watching Justin leave and doing his best not to stare at his ass.

“Bye Brian.” Justin called back with a little wave, watching Brian through the windows as the doors closed.

The train pulled out of the station.

Brian could feel eyes on him. He supposed that, objectively, that had been a pretty interesting encounter. At least by 6:05 standards. He pulled out his phone. No bars. At least now he had a reason to get off the train.

#katya zamolodchikova #alaska thunderfuck #katlaska #au #fluff #puck #tw drug abuse #tw mental illness #rpdr fanfiction #canon compliant #trainspotted

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May 1 Dancitron Movie Night - Chicago

Prowl disliked all the characters, but feels like he was supposed to, so he’s okay with it. Whirl and Windchill just disliked it, although Whirl grudgingly liked the dancing. Zori disliked the injustice of an innocent person being executed, and Prowl had to go sit by him and explain to him, in the most sensitive and compassionate way possible, “Sometimes the legal system fucks up.”

Prowl and Soundwave were once again sappy after the movie. Prowl sent him a link to play “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” and then Soundwave played “Can’t Fight This Feeling” which Prowl had considered playing except he thought Soundwave might think it was too sappy, and then they just sat there playing romantic songs.

Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *For once, Soundwave takes the opportunity to dance a little before notifying everyone that it's safe to begin arriving, determined to dull the edge of his mood, if only a bit.* *He'll have stopped and sat himself down by the time they do, tables, chairs, booths, and other surfaces already arranged.* Ratchet 8:41 pm *pops in* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm *Soundwave dips his helm; Zori squeals electronically. Long time no see!* Whirl 8:42 pm *he's not the only one pleasantly surprised to see Ratchet; he pauses when he trots in* Well, I'll be damned. Ratchet 8:42 pm *hasn't been _that_ long* Heya, Bug. Whirl. Windchill 8:43 pm *Appears* Whirl 8:43 pm *salutes Ratchet as he takes his seat* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm @Whirl: [[A warning: he has read that this is a prison-musical... though he does not know what that means.]] But he flicks a servo in Whirl's direction, sending Rumble and Frenzy to pack in with Whirl wherever he settles.* *Soundwave nods to Windchill as well.* #Ratchet! #you are here again #good #I was afraid #D: Ratchet 8:45 pm Afraid of what, Buggo? I'm not gonna die on ya. Whirl 8:45 pm *bobs his head a Windchill, but before he can say anything, he looks in Soundwave's direction* ...@S: Well, all right then. Windchill 8:46 pm *Waves imperiously, as if addressing the peasantry.* Ratchet 8:46 pm *but where will Ratchet sit. he was going to go join Whirl, but now Rumble and Frenzy are there.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm #promise? *Rumble and Frenzy are tiny. He could join them.* Ratchet 8:47 pm *mmmnope. not really about size* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm ((Will start in 5-10.)) Ratchet 8:47 pm 'Course I promise. Would I do that to my favourite dance partner? Windchill 8:47 pm (( RUNS to make coffee. I need POWER. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm #:D #hee hee #that is kind #thank you! *Soundwave bobs his helm at Blaster.* @Blaster: [[Do update him later.]] boomtank 8:49 pm -waves then pauses- Update on what? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm @Blaster: [[You mentioned meetings when he made his offer. He is curious whether they have taken place.]] A subtle hand twitch. [[It is understandable if they haven't. These things take time.]] Ratchet 8:52 pm Heh. No problem. So how's it going? I had to rush out last time, we didn't get to chat. boomtank 8:53 pm ....oh. Those. Yeah, they happened, and no nothing came of them. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm *Zori climbs up close to Ratchet so he can whisper.* #Soundwave says I will be small soon #shhhh Whirl 8:54 pm *mostly Whirl seems just baffled as to why someone would make a musical about prison, of all things, but he doesn't seem nervous* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm *Soundwave shakes his helm. He had expected as much. Well, what he said holds true.* Whirl 8:54 pm *and there's a whole table, folks, plenty of room* Windchill 8:55 pm *Good because you got a BIG BUTT COMING* Ratchet 8:55 pm *okay, they're whispering. Zori is better at doing the whispering thing than any of the Dinobots, but Ratchet's practiced with playing along.* boomtank 8:55 pm -He's not expecting a fast resolution to a War that has lasted his entire life up to this point- Ratchet 8:55 pm Oh yeah? Guess we better get in a big bug dance or two before then, huh? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm #yes! #dancing~ boomtank 8:56 pm -and he's settling down with a bit of paperwork, again- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm ((WILL YOU BOIL ALREADY, WATER. GOD.)) boomtank 8:57 pm ((pfff Windchill 8:57 pm (( I feel u )) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm ((35 minutes! I wanted noodles in time. Oh well. Better get goin'.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm ((OKAY SO HERE'S THE RELEVANT WARNINGS: This is semi-fictional Chicago in the 20s so there's booze and violence and scanty clothes abounding. And I think Roxie uses a derogatory term at one point? And the very end has some shaky cam and pop-flashes. That shouuuuld cover?)) Whirl 9:00 pm *pulls his horrid extra-spicy gaugebuster from subspace, where he'd been saving it, and nods to his table* Sup. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm //Sup!// \\SUP!\\ //Been busy?// Whirl 9:01 pm Ugh. No, not really. We're still stuck on Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm //Maybe you guys oughta like... get out 'n push.// Whirl 9:02 pm Not going STIR-CRAZY but not doin' anything useful, either. What about you guys? Seein any action? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm \\YEAH, KINDA. DOIN' SOME REMODELIN'.\\ Whirl 9:03 pm Yeah? *glances about for any sign of it* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm \\NAW, NOT DOWN HERE.\\ *Soundwave makes himself comfortable by propping his pedes up with his feelers.* Windchill 9:03 pm *Sits in Whirl's general vicinity, sorry bro.* Whirl 9:04 pm *he's as welcome as ever, mech, but Whirl refrains from putting his feet on him* Windchill 9:04 pm *BETRAYAL.* Whirl 9:04 pm Where, then? Opening up a second club or something? *snorts* Windchill 9:05 pm *That's okay, after his mouth threats he expects to be in various degrees of trouble.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm //Pfff. Ain't -that- much time in an orn.// //Jus' home stuff.// Whirl 9:05 pm *he's not in trouble, Whirl's just trying to respect the new boundaries he things are in place* Gotcha. Well, hope it goes as painlessly as possible. Sounds dull. *hunches over his gaugebuster for a nice, long inhale* Windchill 9:06 pm *TROUBLE.* Whirl 9:06 pm ((lord, rabbit. pls. pls work)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *Soundwave tilts his head.* [[Ah. That is not her actual mate.]] *This should be interesting.* Windchill 9:08 pm *Blinks.* Whirl 9:09 pm Ugh. Windchill 9:09 pm I thought so. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *Frenzy whistles.* Whirl 9:10 pm Well, damn. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *Buzzsaw settles in with the group. This kind of thing reeks of the mechs he used to know.* Windchill 9:11 pm *He shrugs.* I would have shot him. Not that I find myself in those kinds of situations, mind. Whirl 9:11 pm *shrugs as well* I'd not get myself in that situation to begin with. Windchill 9:12 pm *Still, he can relate to some of this with more recent goings on.* Whirl 9:12 pm If some chucklehead's trying to shmooze me and promising me stuff I'd get proof before I gave him what he wanted. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[A smart idea.]] Ratchet 9:13 pm *snorts* Whirl 9:13 pm Not, of course, that I predict this'll be something I have to deal with anytime soon. Windchill 9:14 pm *snorts.* That pianist. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Soundwave huffs. Loud. Her, calling him disloyal.* Whirl 9:15 pm That's rich. I mean am I supposed to feel sorry for her? ...like, at all? Because frankly this is just hilarious. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm [[For the conjunx, perhaps.]] Windchill 9:16 pm Well, that's a right mess. FakeProwl 9:16 pm ((I GOT ON THE COMPUTER AND IT WENT "YOU CAN'T GET ON RABBIT UNLESS YOU UPDATE AND COMPLETELY REBOOT CHROME" hhhhh)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm ((D:)) Whirl 9:16 pm ((ARRGH)) FakeProwl 9:16 pm ((im finally here)) Windchill 9:17 pm (( EVIL. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm ((welcome welcome)) ((THIS LADY is the original '75 Velma)) Ratchet 9:17 pm [[ hello love glad you made it <3 ]] FakeProwl 9:17 pm *arrives belatedly. makes beeline for soundwave's seat.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *Immediately makes room and pings hello.* @Prowl: (txt): Summary: Established performer terminated companions, arrested. Aspiring performer cheated on conjunx, shot lover. Now caught. Conjunx accepted blame. Praises sung until conjunx discovered truth. Truth confessed, arrest performed. FakeProwl 9:18 pm *pings back, and additionally pings an apology for late arrival* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm *Soundwave likes the song-philosophy.* Whirl 9:19 pm *takes a nice, long drag of his drink* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm //Bullscrap.// Whirl 9:19 pm No such thing as a good warden. Never met one in my life. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm (txt): Apology unnecessary. Knee bump. Windchill 9:20 pm Endless magic boob? FakeProwl 9:20 pm *bumps back* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[A subspace pocket, perhaps.]] Windchill 9:20 pm (( I'm out of coffee pray for me. )) Whirl 9:21 pm Not a bad place to put it... *looks at his cockpit* ((RIP CHILL)) Windchill 9:21 pm Do you have endless bullets in your boobs, Whirl? Ratchet 9:21 pm [[ queen's boobs are so good in that dress good lord. ]] Windchill 9:21 pm ((I'M DEAD. )) Whirl 9:21 pm Not ENDLESS, but a lot. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm //Yeah, well, the Boss got a bird in his.// [[Rumble. Please.]] boomtank 9:22 pm ....right, I'm gonna have to turn in early today. G'night. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Glances at Blaster. Odd.* [[Goodnight.]] Windchill 9:22 pm Goodnight, sucker. Whirl 9:22 pm Pfft, I'll let you know if I ever find a bird in my chest anytime soon. boomtank 9:22 pm -waves on the way out- ((mun forgot she has shit to do early tomorrow)) Whirl 9:23 pm ((gnight!)) boomtank 9:23 pm ((g'night! Windchill 9:23 pm That sounds dirty. FakeProwl 9:24 pm ((i can never remember what the last one's saying and it always sounds like "lip shits.")) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm ((Lipschitz, lmfao, a name)) Whirl 9:24 pm *another drink* This is stupid. I'm waiting for this movie to impress me. Windchill 9:25 pm (( Same I have been wondering. Thank u, it was bothering me. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *Rumble punches Whirl's arm.* //Shhh, I wanna hear what them dead guys did.// Whirl 9:25 pm *snorts, but obliges him* Whirl 9:26 pm Okay, I'll give it credit there. Not a bad line. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *Frenzy HOWLS with laughter before Rumble covers his mouth.* Windchill 9:26 pm *Snorts.* Whirl 9:27 pm *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm #awww.... Windchill 9:28 pm *chokes* Whirl 9:28 pm This movie has a real obsession with jilted lovers. Windchill 9:28 pm Seems to. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm //F'real.// *Soundwave is getting the idea that Prowl is going to have some complaints about this movie, most likely.* FakeProwl 9:30 pm ... So it's a movie about self-absorbed, self-entitled, selfish sociopaths. Who sing. Whirl 9:30 pm At least they get their own cells. Ratchet 9:30 pm *the dance numbers are great but Ratchet does not agree with the song. how did any of those people deserve to die.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm *Right on schedule. He huffs softly.* FakeProwl 9:31 pm *well. it's not a COMPLAINT. But he doesn't sympathize with any of them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm \\...THE FRAG'S THE MIRROR WALL AT.\\ Whirl 9:31 pm How is she even getting money? What is this underground prison economy? Windchill 9:32 pm *Snorts* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm //Maybe she stuffed it in a pocket too.// FakeProwl 9:33 pm ... That's not how probability works. Windchill 9:34 pm Sounds gross. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm [[What would you consider more accurate?]] FakeProwl 9:36 pm For starters, I'd need the total number of females have been tried for the death penalty since the court in question was established. Not the number of years they've been counting. *mutters* That's the kind of assumption Smokescreen makes. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *More amusement.* FakeProwl 9:37 pm *lower mutter* I'm serious. He's done it before. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm ((A note: 5,000 then is about 70,000 now.)) //The singers are fraggin' liars.// @P: (txt): That, frightening. FakeProwl 9:39 pm You didn't figure that out when they started singing about a man deserving to die for chewing gum? Windchill 9:39 pm Solution: Don't murder people in the first place. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm //Well, it ain't like I know what a gum is.// Whirl 9:39 pm ((i swear to fuckin god)) Windchill 9:40 pm (( I WISH I COULD HELP )) Whirl 9:40 pm ((it's just my damn luck)) I zoned out--what're the singers lying about? FakeProwl 9:40 pm It's a human food. Except they're not supposed to swallow it. They just chew it indefinitely. Until they get bored of chewing, and then spit it out. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm //They was claimin' this lawyer fragger don't care 'bout nothin' but love, 'cept he's all 'bout money 'n lookin' good.// //...What's the point of THAT?// Whirl 9:41 pm *nods* Windchill 9:42 pm where is the justice system in all of this? Whirl 9:42 pm This is it, Chill. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm [[This appears to be it.]] FakeProwl 9:43 pm I don't know. I think they enjoy chewing it. Windchill 9:43 pm I was being sarcastic. Whirl 9:43 pm Well, maybe, but this isn't too far off from the truth. People in power don't actually care about doing what's right--they care about benefiting from it, and staying in power. ESPECIALLY where criminals are concerned. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm *Soundwave thinks of something a bit saucy to say in response to the chewing thing. He can't say it because he's not supposed to have a mouth. Damn.* //She's mixin' her semaphores.// [[Metaphors.]] //Yeah, them.// Whirl 9:46 pm So, question--did he ever say what he was gonna do if he won her case? She gonna owe him a ton of money or something? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm \\5,000 CREDITS.\\ Whirl 9:46 pm Thought so. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm *This is absolutely Soundwave's favorite of this whole movie now. He misses that damn helm so much.* Windchill 9:48 pm *Rest his chin in his palm.* FakeProwl 9:48 pm *the sequence is... a little uncomfortable. he's trying to figure out why.* Whirl 9:49 pm *long, slow sip of his gaugebuster* The dancing's not bad. But the song leaves something to be desired. FakeProwl 9:49 pm *rubs the back of his n— ah. that's why.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm //Yeah, 's called "the truth", haha.// Windchill 9:49 pm *Shrugs* It's an accurate representation of the media, so I don't care what it sounds like. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm *Ping. Okay there?* Whirl 9:50 pm I never had much to do with the media. FakeProwl 9:50 pm *pings back. he's fine.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *Tiny nod.* Windchill 9:51 pm It may be for the best. Whirl 9:53 pm *rolls his optic* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm *Rumble snickers.* Windchill 9:55 pm This sequences is taking too long. Whirl 9:56 pm *lifts his drink* Maybe take a trip to the bar. Assuage your suffering. I recommend the bartender. Windchill 9:56 pm I know you do. I think I'll pass this time, I'd rather keep my optics inside my head. Whirl 9:57 pm You don't HAVE to order a guagebuster, y'know. But, well. I guess you said it's best if you don't have high-grade, right? Windchill 9:58 pm Yeaaaaah. For now, at least. Whirl 9:58 pm *tips him a toas* I'll drink for you. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm *Can attempt to get comfortable with seat companion? He'll offer to share one of the feelers he's currently using as a leg prop in return.* Windchill 9:59 pm *Nods* Sounds good. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm *Quiet buzz* [][][]The most me and Veronica made was 350.[][][] FakeProwl 10:00 pm *where's that feeler going? not that prowl's going to protest* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm *Curled into a tall n beneath the ankles.* Windchill 10:01 pm *Cackles* Whirl 10:02 pm All right, so far I count... one decent song. Windchill 10:02 pm This might be why I never learned to dance. Whirl 10:02 pm *looks at the mecha gathered at his table* What's y'all's consensus? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm \\...OKAY, BUT. LIKE. SHE DID THE WHOLE THING ALONE.\\ Whirl 10:03 pm The dancing hasn't been all that bad. Windchill 10:03 pm *Shrugs.* FakeProwl 10:03 pm *leans on Soundwave* Ratchet 10:03 pm [[ sigh okay i cannot stay up any later, it's time for me to slep ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm //I dunno. Ain't none of 'em been bad, jus' full of lyin'.// Whirl 10:03 pm ((gnight!)) FakeProwl 10:03 pm ((gnight~)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm ((aww... gnight!)) Windchill 10:04 pm (( Goodnight! )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm *Good. Will slide arm behind waist and lean back.* Whirl 10:04 pm Let me guess... More jilted lovers? Windchill 10:04 pm I think the theme of the story is more interesting than the rest of it so far... Whirl 10:05 pm Wow. *flat* What a surprise. I didn't see this coming. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *Rumble cackles.* Windchill 10:05 pm Man, Whirl, you should have made bets. Whirl 10:05 pm Nobody's take me up on them, I'd bet. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm \\BETCHA SMOKESCREEN WOULD.\\ Whirl 10:05 pm Okay, I like her, though. Windchill 10:06 pm *snorts* Windchill 10:07 pm This is pathetic. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm *Zori doesn't understand this movie. Why is every single person in it a liar?* *Are all humans like this?* Whirl 10:08 pm *most living beings, Zori* *at least in Whirl's worldview* Whirl 10:10 pm Who wrote a song about our janitor? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm //Pfft. He that bad?// Whirl 10:11 pm Forgettable, but at least he's not annoying. Crosscut's main squeeze. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm //Hoist, Hoist... oh yeah! From the ballgame.// Whirl 10:11 pm *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm \\...I DON'T GET IT.\\ Windchill 10:12 pm Aw man, that's what they want. FakeProwl 10:12 pm *doesn't get it either* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm [[Is there something wrong with Septembers?]] Whirl 10:13 pm *shrugs* I've given up trying to make sense of the majority of this. FakeProwl 10:13 pm ... Is it mathematically improbable that he helped create the hypothetical baby? Whirl 10:13 pm Aside from the pervasive cynicism, it's obviously not rooted anywhere in reality. FakeProwl 10:13 pm Why does he care? He already knew that she was copulating with someone other than him. This is just a natural consequence of said copulation. Whirl 10:13 pm I mean, did you see those cells? Luxury suites. Windchill 10:14 pm I was gonna say. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm //Yeah, they're way bigger'n anythin' we ever got.// Whirl 10:14 pm They're furnished! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm [[Perhaps he wanted a newbu... a baby? Of his own?]] FakeProwl 10:15 pm Can't he just use hers? The father is dead. I mean. The baby's not real, but. If it was. Whirl 10:15 pm I'd guess he'd want nothing to do with a baby that was created while she was jilting him. FakeProwl 10:15 pm That's hardly the baby's fault. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm #......DDDDDDD: #but she is not guilty! #the song said Whirl 10:16 pm The one innocent one. Pfft. Windchill 10:16 pm Naturally. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm #no #that is bad #why? Whirl 10:17 pm *looks to Zori, and does make a slight effort to speak in a somewhat gentle tone of voice* Way of the world, Professor. FakeProwl 10:17 pm *where is Zori? with Whirl?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm *Where Ratchet was.* FakeProwl 10:17 pm *where was Ratchet? Prowl kinda zeroed in on the couch* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm #this is a bad movie #I do not like it *Ratchet was by himself.* Whirl 10:18 pm ((i do not know, but he would've been welcome at The Table)) You'n me both. Still waiting to be impressed. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *Zori tucks his legs up against himself and curls his tail over. The poor human.* Windchill 10:19 pm Well, that's true but I don't want to hear a song about it. FakeProwl 10:19 pm *well, then. will maybe briefly relocate to Zori's seat* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *Soundwave watches this curiously.* Whirl 10:19 pm *also glances over* FakeProwl 10:21 pm *very softly* Judges and juries don't know who's innocent and who's guilty. They weren't there when the crime was committed. They don't know who's telling the truth and who isn't. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm *Muffled.* #but they said she did #why? Whirl 10:23 pm Ugh. FakeProwl 10:23 pm It's the job of witnesses, forensic investigators, and police to find out the facts that determine the truth, and then lawyers to share those facts. Sometimes, they do their jobs poorly. Windchill 10:23 pm I don't have a gag reflex, but I wish I did. Whirl 10:24 pm ((whirl's existing in a constant state of being unimpressed but this entire trial scene has been so well done)) Windchill 10:24 pm (( Ye. )) FakeProwl 10:24 pm And when they do their jobs poorly, the judge and jury can't learn the truth. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm #they should be in trouble #all of them ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm #the human is dead #they killed her #so #they should go to jail too #yes *Quiet pinch-snip.* Windchill 10:26 pm *Snorts.* FakeProwl 10:26 pm Some of them, perhaps, should. Some of them may have done a bad job on purpose. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *Louder, angrier pinch-snips. ON PURPOSE.* FakeProwl 10:27 pm But some of them were just... mediocre. They don't deserve to die just for not doing well enough. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm #what DO they get? Whirl 10:29 pm *this is, at last, getting interesting* Windchill 10:30 pm Who even keeps diaries? FakeProwl 10:31 pm For doing the best they could but not necessarily doing well enough? They don't necessarily deserve anything. They didn't do anything wrong by doing the best they possibly could, even if that wasn't good enough. Windchill 10:32 pm *Leans forward. This IS starting to get good.* FakeProwl 10:32 pm It's a tragedy. Yes, it's a tragedy. But it wasn't necessarily the fault of the people who worked on the case. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Soundwave vents. That was fascinating.* FakeProwl 10:33 pm It simply means that the investigators, the police, the lawyers always need to do the best that they possibly can to prevent such tragedies—and to always determine the truth. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Zori just mumbles, clicks, and beeps to himself. He doesn't know if he likes that. It's not fair. Things should be FAIR.* FakeProwl 10:35 pm *they SHOULD be fair, yes.* FakeProwl 10:36 pm ... In cases like this, trials like this—they SHOULD be punished. Lawyers—or anyone else—who lie and manipulate the evidence... they deserve punishment. But, sometimes... the investigators just... weren't good enough. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm *Zori slowly turns around and lifts himself up on his front claws to stare at Prowl for a second. He then slips off the seat with a mournful whistle and goes to curl up by Soundwave's legs.* *Closest he can get to docking for comfort. Soundwave rests a hand on his back and nods to Prowl.* FakeProwl 10:40 pm *well. he doesn't think he helped zori feel any better. but he gave him a damn better perspective than he would have got listening to whatever whirl might have said on the subject.* Whirl 10:40 pm *kudos to Prowl, that was probably something Zori needed to hear, and he said it a hell of a lot better than Whirl could* ((PFF)) ((soundwave might have just gotten mental whiplash)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm ((LITTLE BIT)) Whirl 10:41 pm *he doesn't know enough of the language to actually offer comfort, so he settles for craning his neck and making the beep for "praise/compliment"* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave: grateful. This one... young. Own stories known. Comprehension: difficult. *Zori is quiet for a second before returning it.* FakeProwl 10:42 pm @Soundwave «Zori won't be grateful if I come back to sit over there, will he.» Whirl 10:42 pm *bob his head; that's about the best he can do* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:44 pm *Soundwave looks down to have a silent conversation, then glances back over.* (txt): Presence not unwelcome. Prowl not mistaken human police. //...So's this another of them imaginin' things or'd they really get famous?// *Rumble scratches his helm.* FakeProwl 10:45 pm @Soundwave «No, but I AM the one who broke the bad news.» *that said, though, he relocates back to Soundwave's side.* Whirl 10:45 pm That was dumb. Good dancing, though. Not sure, Rumble, but frankly, I don't care enough to think about it. Windchill 10:45 pm *Nods.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm //Pff.// FakeProwl 10:46 pm I think all the dance sequences were supposed to be imaginary. So, that one probably was too. Windchill 10:46 pm I hope so. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm @Prowl: (txt): Explanation, bad news: inevitable. Similar profession: best source. Cannot deny now. Comprehension in time. Windchill 10:51 pm *He's kind of just disgusted, which he assumes was the intent.* Whirl 10:51 pm *the movie was doomed from the start, the entire concept chafed at Whirl, and he was likely to be biased no matter what* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm *Soundwave resettles himself, but lets his pedes down so he can use the feeler to continue petting Zori's back.* [[He dislikes the Roxie human. Her conjunx was devoted. A fool. But loyal.]] FakeProwl 10:52 pm @Soundwave «Was he denying something?» I dislike all of them except the invisible human. But I'm fairly certain that was the objective of the movie. So. It was successful. Whirl 10:53 pm I'm disappointed we never saw more of the other lady. The unrepentant one. She was fun. Windchill 10:53 pm The one with all of the kicking? Whirl 10:54 pm Yep. Windchill 10:54 pm ...Yeah. It helps that she didn't break into inane songs. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm \\I LIKED HER. I BET SHE KICKED THE JUDGE.\\ Whirl 10:55 pm Heh! Yep! Windchill 10:55 pm I like musicals, but I have standards. Whirl 10:57 pm She didn't put on any pretenses. She was honest about it. I can respect that. *tips his glass to the memory of her* I'd rather go down in flames than roll over for someone else and simper for other peoples' sympathy. Windchill 10:57 pm Of course. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm @Prowl: (txt): Zori: ...idealist, optimist, faithful. Own stories told, in past. Belief: difficult. Concept [][][]unfair[][][]. Easier-harder, when other side agreement provided. Windchill 10:57 pm One could not murder people in the first place. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm @Prowl: (txt): Then, truth: inescapable. Windchill 10:58 pm Not that I can talk, but. Whirl 10:58 pm I mean, in a perfect world. Probably. ...maybe. It's at least marginally likely. Windchill 10:58 pm What is? Whirl 10:58 pm Not having to murder people. Windchill 10:59 pm *Blinks.* Most humans go their entire lives without killing anyone. Not other humans, anyway. FakeProwl 10:59 pm @Soundwave «... Idealists are good. Zori needs to come to understand that sometimes life is unfair—but he should never ACCEPT that life is unfair. People who accept that life is unfair will never do anything to improve life.» Whirl 11:00 pm I wouldn't know. I don't keep up with the little guys. ((CRO....)) ((EXCELLENT)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm ((WHAT? I'M NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING THIS TIME I'M JUST GRABBING STUFF)) Windchill 11:01 pm (( SURE, SURE. )) Whirl 11:01 pm ((I WAS PLEASED WITH THE ABBA)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm ((oh okay XD)) Windchill 11:01 pm Consider yourself lucky. They make a lot of PBBBBBBBBBBBT sounds. Whirl 11:02 pm ((this is one of the like...... three songs i'd hoped it'd be I TYPED "DONGS" TWICE)) Windchill 11:02 pm (( Good job. )) Whirl 11:02 pm The only one I sort-of know is Hiro. Never made a sound like that, if I remember right. Has killed someone, though. So, clearly, you've got it all backwards. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm [[Then humans are fortunate. When he was created - and to some extent, now - most of our kind were forced to kill before we emerged.]] Windchill 11:03 pm You're basing this on your encounters with a single human? Whirl 11:04 pm Of course. *finishes the last of his drink in one long go* Windchill 11:04 pm *Gives Whirl the stinkeye. Here, take it.* Okay. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm @Prowl: (txt): That lesson: slow, painful. However, end result wanted. Then, Zori: safer without carrier. Whirl 11:05 pm *looks to him sidelong; he is JOKING, of course. Not about the killing, but about the theory* *quite suddenly perks up and looks at the screen* *and he will quietly tap his claw to the beat* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm *Musical reaction recorded and noted for later.* Windchill 11:06 pm *Shakes his head.* FakeProwl 11:07 pm @Soundwave «... Try not to let him pick up too much of his worldview from Whirl. Whirl thinks that anyone who doesn't see the world as fundamentally cruel and all authority figures as inherently evil is unforgivably stupid.» ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm @Prowl: (txt): [][][]Anyone[][][] doubted. Zori liked, protected. Other lessons taught. FakeProwl 11:10 pm @Soundwave «So he's consider Zori FORGIVABLY stupid. He'd still see faith that people are capable of fairness as a notion of which he desperately needs to be disabused.» Whirl 11:11 pm *meanwhile, unaware of the Absolutely Right and True things Prowl is saying, Whirl grapples with his desire to sing this damn song* FakeProwl 11:11 pm @Soundwave «By all means, Zori needs to learn that fairness isn't guaranteed. But Whirl would want to teach him that fairness is impossible.» Whirl 11:11 pm *he loses, but he doesn't belt it out* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:11 pm *Record record* Windchill 11:12 pm *Time for yet more stinkeye.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm (txt): Then Prowl balance: welcome. Advice noted. Greater future caution exercised. Whirl 11:13 pm *as SOON as he notices the stinkeye he looks right back, and when the vocals kick back in, he sings louder* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm *He's still going to let Zori hang around Whirl some, but he'll pull his deployer away if he dislikes where lessons go.* *SOMEONE in his group has to come out of their early years not a complete and total mess. It might as well be Zori.* Windchill 11:14 pm *Good job, Whirl, you did exactly what he wanted.* Whirl 11:14 pm Good song. Windchill 11:14 pm *SING FOR MEEEE.* Whirl 11:14 pm *THE TABLES HAVE BEEN TURNED* ((oh god now all i can think of is that elephant shrew video)) Windchill 11:15 pm (( You're scaring me again IDK what that is. )) *He's pretending that he doesn't know this one.* Whirl 11:16 pm *is familiar enough with it, but does not sing it* Whirl 11:20 pm *streetches* All right. See you losers later. *rater than bobbing his head for everyone, Whirl will give his table an elegant and exaggerated bow* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm *He'll get two salutes from the twins and a nod from Soundwave. Two taps on the back later, Zori adds his own goodbye.* Whirl 11:21 pm *beeps goodbye back at him* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm //Don't run into no hippocopters.// Whirl 11:21 pm That shouldn't be too hard, seein' as I've never seen one. ...or know what that is. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm *Frenzy just... grins.* //If ya say so! Night.// Whirl 11:22 pm *squints at the twins suspiciously... but he will let it slide* See y'all. Windchill 11:23 pm Goodnight, loser. Whirl 11:23 pm *and he trots off* ((OH SHIT I CAN'T KEAVE NOW)) ((THIS IS MY FAVEOTIE SONG)) ((i've only ever had one ringtone in my whole life, and this song is it)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm ((:D)) Windchill 11:24 pm (( Omg. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:25 pm *Soundwave had thought he'd successfully taken the edge off his energy earlier when he danced before everyone came. Apparently not.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:26 pm *The free feeler and the fingers resting against Prowl are twitching juuuuust a little. Like you do.* //So you ever been anythin' else or it always feetrestin'?// Windchill 11:27 pm *Stretches. He's heard this one, but he prefers the following decade.* FakeProwl 11:27 pm *takes hand* *and taps his fingertips to the music against the back of Soundwave's hand* Windchill 11:28 pm (( What who is that question for. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm *??? PLEASANT SURPRISE?* FakeProwl 11:28 pm *... well. inasmuch as it has a back. taps SOMETHING there.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm ((that was for windchill)) Windchill 11:29 pm (( OKAY I was over here fighting the cat for dinner and being oblivious. )) I don't understand. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm *Well then. A strange little hand-dance it shall continue to be.* //Y'know. Yer always lettin' Whirl stick his pedes on ya. Ever thought about bein' an armrest or an end table or somethin'? Shake it up, 'n all.// //Or jus' give him one of them lil cushions he can stick his legs on instead.// Windchill 11:32 pm *Blinks.* Not really. I guess he's sat on me enough times for me to qualify as a couch too, part time. Either way, I'm not giving him some cushion. Then he wouldn't put his feet on ME. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm //Pffff. You 'n Astrotrain oughta talk. Boss made him be a table once. Probably give ya tips on expandin' your rapper-tour or somethin'.// Windchill 11:34 pm I was a table already! ...albeit briefly. My joints were acting up. *He doesn't know an Astrotrain, so no comment there.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm //So was his. You sure you ain't him in disguise?// Windchill 11:36 pm I dunno, does he make fart noises? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm //Probably.// Windchill 11:37 pm That's not conclusive evidence. *He's NOT singing along to this one. Whirl isn't here.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:38 pm //Yeah, well, I ain't never gonna be a judge.// *Rumble pushes Frenzy to one side with his foot. Scoot over, mech, you're taking all his sprawl space.* Windchill 11:39 pm Clearly. Doesn't really matter, it's not like I PLAN on what kind of furniture I'm going to be. Windchill 11:41 pm In all honesty, I think Whirl only started putting his feet on me to try to get on my nerves. Of course, *and here he starts to look unjustly smug about it* that's not how that works. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:42 pm //Course it ain't. Ya still let him do it.// FakeProwl 11:43 pm *... pings over a link to a song.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm *Examines link?* Windchill 11:44 pm *Shrugs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:44 pm *Will put this one on after his... humorous choice.* //Some day you gotta do it back.// Windchill 11:45 pm What, put my feet on him? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm //Yeah. Turn the, uh. Tables that you ain't.// FakeProwl 11:45 pm *why would windchill do that? clearly they both enjoy their current dynamic.* Windchill 11:45 pm I already did that. FakeProwl 11:45 pm *there's nothing wrong with being the footrest if that's what you're into* Windchill 11:46 pm *Prowl NO* FakeProwl 11:46 pm *PROWL ISN'T JUDGING YOU TWO* Windchill 11:46 pm Nah, if I want to get any reaction I have to put, like, my mouth on him. FakeProwl 11:46 pm *he's a little leery about the fact that you do it in PUBLIC around people who haven't consented to being involved in your scene—but you two keep it vanilla enough, it's fine.* Windchill 11:47 pm Or my butt, but I haven't tried that one. *There's nothing to consent to if you don't assume it's a kink you perv.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:47 pm *Time to see what this other one is. Stops drumming his fingertips long enough to settle in and listen most attentively.* FakeProwl 11:48 pm *gonna. just. be very cool and casual and still.* Windchill 11:49 pm *Squints. What is this.* FakeProwl 11:49 pm *is it too much? it's probably too much. it's definitely too much.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:50 pm *Rumble was gonna tease Windchill about where he puts his mouth being his own business, but he's temporarily detoured to whisper to Frenzy, who's smothering a laugh by biting his own thumb.* Windchill 11:51 pm *Has he made it even worse? Good.* FakeProwl 11:51 pm *ARE THEY LAUGHING AT HIM they're definitely laughing at him. maintain that poker face prowl.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm *Soundwave takes a moment longer to consider the music.* Windchill 11:52 pm *Ears perk up. He knows this one better.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm *And, company be damned, decides that what he wishes to do is nuzzle the bajeezus out of Prowl's shoulder.* FakeProwl 11:54 pm *... was this song deliberately chosen because this is one that prowl considered but discarded for being too sappy* *!!!!!!!! success* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm *Frenzy looks like he's about to explode. Rumble punches him in the side to knock his air out so he can't laugh out loud and get them both in trouble.* //Well, all I'm sayin' is, variety's the additive of life. Anyhow, I'm goin' upstairs. My bro ain't feelin' so hot.// *Frenzy confirms this with a loud wheeze* *They make a desperate run for it* Windchill 11:56 pm Don't tell me how to live my life— FakeProwl 11:56 pm *gonna. nuzzle back.* Windchill 11:57 pm *they're gone.* *Shakes his head.* FakeProwl 11:58 pm *... considers sending another. is he willing to escalate the sappiness?* *... no. nope. not that brave. doesn't want to risk messing up on his one success.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm *This earns a low and quiet hum. Windchill is probably going to want to flee if he doesn't want to drown in a bath of purple light.* Yesterday Windchill 11:59 pm *He's gonna stick out this one song, sorry. He really doesn't care, but he does have to go home eventually.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:00 am *Fair. Soundwave can hardly fault someone for liking music.* Windchill 12:02 am *Stretches.* I'm out. You guys have fun. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am [[Farewell.]] FakeProwl 12:04 am *vague sound* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am ((i'm all in a mood for mushy songs now lmfao)) Windchill 12:05 am Goodnight, suckers. *Gets up, and shuffles for the door just in time for the music to change.* *Shuffles slower, just to be annoying, but makes it to the exit eventually.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:05 am *Rumble snickers from partway up the stairs, having peeked down, but realizes he'll be caught and darts back up* FakeProwl 12:07 am *everyone in this building already knows about their relationship, Prowl's concerns about being watched are pretty low right now* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:07 am @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave, curious: Harmonex ritual attempted, recent offering matched, other? FakeProwl 12:08 am ... That's a Harmonex ritual? The, uh, second one. ......... I didn't accidentally do something inappropriate by Harmonexian standards, did I? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am *Places hand on leg, gently shakes his helm no* FakeProwl 12:10 am Good. ((.... the clip to this video is fcukin transformers fff)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am ((i'm laughing)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:13 am (txt): Negative, negative. Wrong not done - similar; incomplete. Own Petrex, ritualization: heavy. Initial thought: That, shared, idea source. Curiosity only. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:14 am (txt): Returned demonstration enjoyed. Alarm cause: none. FakeProwl 12:14 am I'm afraid I'm woefully ignorant about Petrexian courting strategies. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:16 am *Another hum, longer this time.* (txt): Unimportant. All experienced: superior. FakeProwl 12:20 am Hmm. Good. FakeProwl 12:21 am ((............ why this)) ((REALLY FITS THE MOOD)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:22 am ((I just needed to shake myself out of the Romance Song section before I ran through all of them lmfao)) ((unless you are okay with that but i was not sure)) FakeProwl 12:23 am ((tbh i should be leaving soon)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:23 am ((then a musical shakeout it has been)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:26 am (txt): Work return necessary soon. Prowl rest needed. Flight past apartment expected... *Delivers a time.* After departure ping. If Constructicon call avoidance wanted. *Or another quick sighting before he disappeared into the land of camera assembly again. Whichever.* FakeProwl 12:27 am I'll make sure Mixmaster is distracted at that time. *and Prowl will definitely be on the balcony* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:30 am *Nods, gives Prowl's side another nudge with his helm, and sits up.* (txt): Noted. *He'll be sure to skim by in air-rustling distance.* FakeProwl 12:30 am *leans over to nudge back* Evening. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:31 am *Lil glow.* (txt): Goodnight. FakeProwl 12:32 am *disappears* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:33 am *Soundwave picks up Zori, who fell asleep, and carries him upstairs to deposit him in his room with Chimera. He'll talk more to his deployer about tonight's movie when Zori's awake and comes by the other Cybertron.* *And then he's gone.*

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I’m a Survivor (4/??)

MAJOR NDRV3 SPOILERS AHEAD!

Beginning l Previous Word Count (for this part): ~1,200 Relationships: nothing yet. heavily implied Saimatsu (Saihara/Akamatsu) Major Characters (for this part): Saihara, Momota, Harumaki, Shirogane Summary: Whether he remembers it or not, Amami Rantarou is still the Super High School Level Survivor. He’s not dying that easily. (Or, an exploration of what happens if Amami survives both murder attempts and, consequently, Akamatsu doesn’t get executed for killing him)

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To everyone’s surprise, it isn’t a Monokuma Cub riding an Exisal coming to gun them down.

Instead, it’s Harukawa. And she is livid.

Saihara is almost as terrified of her in that moment as he expected to be of the coming doom. Almost.

Momota gulps before shaking off his gobsmacked expression and trying to diffuse the situation. “Harukawa, listen – about the strategy meeting—”

“You mean the one you planned and dragged everyone into and then blew off? The one we have literally no time for now? That strategy meeting?”

Oh, if looks could kill.

Harukawa wasn’t the most terrifying thing in general that Saihara had ever encountered, but she was by far the most terrifying person. And what’s up with that, his inner detective wondered even as he held his breath in fear of attracting her attention. Harukawa-san’s talent is supposed to be taking care of children. But wouldn’t someone so intimidating scare kids away?

Momota makes a sound like he’s been physically punched by her words – Saihara can’t help but wince in sympathy. Despite the girl’s cutting remarks, though, Momota recovers quickly. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” he says. “But that doesn’t matter right now. We have to—”

“Sorry? We’re all going to die, and the best thing you can say is that you’re sorry?” she cuts him off again, looking even more murderous.

Momota makes another pained noise – hang in there, Momota-kun, Saihara thinks. If nothing else, it’ll be over soon – and soldiers on. “Just listen, Harukawa—”

“I figured you were unreliable, but you went above and beyond my expectations.”

“WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME EXPLAIN, ALREADY?!”

Predictably, Momota explodes. More surprising, he does manage to silence Harukawa in the process – though whether it’s because he startled her with the outburst or she’s taking the time to think of something particularly cutting, Saihara couldn’t say. Regardless, she’s still obviously pissed.

Momota pants and huffs, trying to calm down and catch his breath after shouting at the top of his lungs. Shirogane’s timid voice cuts through the silence in the meantime.

“It… should have started by now.”

What?

“Huh?” “What do you mean?”

Akamatsu and Chabashira voice the same confusion he’s feeling.

Shirogane responds, “The mass punishment. The time limit ended at least a minute ago. It should have started by now! What’s going on?”

The bespectacled girl looks genuinely scared and confused as she speaks; her words are innocuous – he, too, had been wondering why nothing had happened yet. Still, Saihara is suspicious. Shirogane had been in the library so close to the end of the time limit, and part of him still believed that had to mean something.

Admittedly, Amami had also been in the library – and to be fair, Saihara still found that guy a bit suspicious too. He hadn’t ruled out either of them as the possible mastermind; he just felt that of the two, Shirogane’s words and actions thus far were more meriting of scrutiny.

It wasn’t necessarily that Saihara didn’t believe coincidences happened, but Shirogane trying to murder the same person with the same weapon as Akamatsu – that thought gave him pause for a moment. Akamatsu, who he’d chosen to believe in above all others, had tried to murder someone. She’d used his own plan to do it. To say it hurt was an understatement. Saihara couldn’t handle that right now; he pushed those painful thoughts to the back of his mind – at the same time was just too many coincidences piling up to be mere chance.

What’s more, he still didn’t quite believe Shirogane had just snuck past down to the basement. She was technically right – it wasn’t impossible that they’d missed her, distracted for one crucial moment, but it was just one more coincidence to the pile, making it that much harder to swallow.

Caught up in his thoughts, Saihara says nothing. Instead, Akamatsu jumps in. “Maybe… it was a bluff? This whole time, Monokuma was lying to us about the time limit, in which case nothing bad’ll happen? That could be the case, right?” The hopeful tone of her voice is impossible to miss. “Right, Saihara-kun?”

He can’t stop himself from flinching. Please, don’t look at me. Don’t direct your attention at me. Not right now, when I can’t bring myself to look back at you.

He doesn’t hate Akamatsu; he’s not sure it’s possible for him to hate her. But now, in hindsight, he realizes he’s been admiring her and putting her on a pedestal when he doesn’t really know her. He already knows her motives and reasons for her actions were pure – she’s still a good person – but… It’s just difficult to reconcile the girl he’d convinced himself she was with the girl she might actually be, even if neither are necessarily bad, and he needs more time to do that.

Time he doesn’t have at the moment.

Saihara says nothing, and pretends he can’t feel the hurt rolling off of her in waves. Instead, Amami is the one to respond. “Somehow, I doubt it,” he says, eyes trailing to the monitor in the room. “I definitely got the impression Monokuma wasn’t lying.”

And indeed, he’s right. As if the bear in question were waiting for someone to acknowledge him (which wouldn’t be out of character, really), all the monitors in the school blink back to life, projecting his smug face.

“Good evening, everyone! It is now ten p.m.” The bear paused and gave a toothy smile. “…Well, 10:02, to be precise. That means it is officially nighttime.”

“Who gives a shit about that?!” Momota shouted at the screen. “What’s gonna happen now, dammit?!”

“Calm down, Momota-kun,” Saihara advised. After all, there’s probably a reason Monokuma himself is giving the nighttime announcement rather than his children.

Oblivious to – or more likely fully aware and loving every second of it – the suffering of the people watching, Monokuma continued the broadcast. “Now that it’s nighttime, your two day time limit has ended, and that means it’s time for the main – or should I say maim – event!”

With the exception of Harukawa, everyone in the library flinched. Saihara balled his fists and looked away. So this is it, after all. Monokuma just wanted to drag it out a few extra minutes and announce our impending slaughter.

“What’s the main event, you might ask? Welllllllll…” the bear drags the word out as the tension builds, “…nothing! That’s right, now that time’s run out, you bastards have absolutely nothing to worry about!”

The tension snaps, and suddenly everyone’s talking at once. Saihara can barely pick apart all the voices.

“Wait, what?” Shirogane. “Seriously?!” Momota. “Uwahh, Tenko’s so relieved!” Chabashira, obviously. “We’re really okay?” Akamatsu. “Was the bear really bluffing, after all?” Harukawa. “…That’s not it. It can’t be this simple.” Amami.

“Of course,” Monokuma’s voice rings out over the monitor, silencing the chatter, “that’s only because what everyone’s been waiting for has finally happened! I’m definitely not the kind of bear that goes back on my word – it’s just no longer necessary!”

Oh, no. As quickly as it had gone, the dread comes crashing back into his gut. Does that mean…

“That’s right, people! Someone bit the dust! The killing game has finally begun!”

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(This part’s shorter than the previous ones, but I felt like it was a good stopping point. After all, a body has been discovered! ...not really, but someone’s been bodied, at least. I’m having a hard time writing these scenes with five or more people. I feel like a lot of times two or three people have the floor and everyone else is standing around in silence awkwardly. I can’t wait for the investigation to begin, so people are branching off into smaller groups. On the other hand, the trial’s gonna kick my ass.

Also, Saimatsu continues to be an angst train - what else is new. But really, too much angst? Too little? Just enough? I’m looking for feedback here. Regardless, they’ll be separating soon so the angst won’t be as in your face. That said, they won’t have time to really DEAL with it until after the first trial, so it’ll be a while yet before they fix things. In the next part, you can look forward to everyone FINALLY leaving the library as they go searching for a dead person. And I think that’ll get me to about halfway through chapter two, so at that point I’ll put the full chapter one on AO3)

#ndrv3 spoilers #Saihara Shuuichi #Shirogane Tsumugi #Harukawa Maki #Momota Kaito #ndrv3 #danganronpa #fanfiction #rip momota. harumaki verbally ripped him to shreds.

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Thoughts during the Nintendo Switch presentation 01/12/17

While waiting to watch the presentation, I realized I really wanted to write down what I was thinking. So, here are my thoughts during the presentation. I haven’t really done anything like this before, so it may seem a bit odd. Note: Every one of these reactions were real. A few of these were typed while the video was paused, which I think worked out better than typing while watching. Either way, these are best read alongside watching the video, linked here.

Enjoy!

Pre-Start: Was this 30-mins of store-brand chillstep necessary? 33:33 - AAAAAAAHH! It's releasing too soon! My body is not ready! Help me, Reggie! Where are you? 35:42 - Nice, I actually expected a $400 price tag 36:13 - inb4 paid subscription 36:40 - Called It 37:14 - Hopefully Nintendo can help reverse the trend they started with region locking. I like the occasional imported game. 37:36 - Please tell me they aren't going to repeatedly snap for the next hour... 37:53 - Lol we think our audience doesn't know the term "Design Philosophy" 39:02 - Wait, where's the "DNA" of the Virtual Boy? Did it not get invited to the Switch orgy? I wanted VR gaming that would burn my eyes out within 10 minutes! 41:27 - 41:36 - I swear, Nintendo loves repeating themselv... WTF!? That is a shit battery life!!! 41:44 - Ok, it has a USB standard. I'm ok with the battery if I can get an external for it. (I'm calling it now, Charger bags for the switch are going to be a thing.) 42:10 - Nintendo sure wants its' demographic to leave the house. 43:33 - I can't get over these Joy-Con things. What are these, controllers for ants!? 44:35 - "Whoops, we forgot to program in our new sharing features. We'll put it in later." 44:52 - "Now you can shimmy shimmy shimmy with your new Nintendo Switch!" 45:10 - Yep, those shoulder buttons totally won't get broken being in the connector piece. 45:40 - "They fit in the palm of your hand" if you're a small child, yeah. Which, that's a good thing to bring up. They are not targeting kids in this at all. Everything i've seen is targeting the young adult crowd. 45:53 - See, this is what i'm talking about. "You can release the tension from your shoulders, and relax while you play." They're targeting the working crowd, not kids. ...well, I hope they're not targeting the working kids demographic... Also at 45:53 - "Mario Paint me like one of your French girls" 46:14 - What is this... 46:24 - Oh, look, the magic of hype marketing! 46:45 - Now you can shimmy shimmy shimmy without throwing your controller. 47:24 - Careful, Nintendo, Don't say the C-word. It's a trigger word for the Orwellians in the audience. 47:40 - ... 48:20 - I don't know why, but this whole part is making me uncomfortable. 48:36 - Nintendo seems to have a hard-on for galaxy-looking stuff nowadays. 48:51 - Yeah, this snapping thing is going to go on forever. 50:45 - Ok, now what the hell am I watching? 52:36 - Nintendo sure wants its' demographic to socialize. 52:55 - "4: Spend half an hour arguing over what to play. 5: Lament that Smash Bros isn't on the Switch. 6: Regret your early purchase." 53:54 - Oooo, some kind of fighting game, that would be interesting. They /did/ say it would be challenging. 54:00 - Office worker fighting a middle-school girl. This ought to turn out well. 54:34 - wat 54:45 - wat 55:20 - ...what am I watching? 56:08 - Arms? ARMS? Why would you name it that? They don't /have/ arms! 57:20 - Hmm, those are interesting controls. 59:20 - Arms: Because having a new idea ALWAYS means you should make it. 59:40 - Yep, wildly flailing your hands = Strategy and tactfulness, and they recommend carrying the game into public to wildly flail your hands at other people doing the same. Real social booster, Nintendo. You know your demographic well. 59:50 - Ah, Splatoon, it's so good to know Nintendo still has a hard-on for their new money maker. They totally won't repeat the mistake of letting other things fall apart from focusing on you too much. 1:01:50 - I would like to take this time to give a shout-out to whoever the English translator is in this presentation. He has just completely given up on trying to convey the emotional nuances in the presenters' speech, and it's making this much more enjoyable to watch. 1:03:07 - Oh good, now I can hurl my entire console across the room when I lose a game. It's what i've always wanted. 1:03:51 - Oh. My gods. I just saw that. That pose was actually a thing. Wait wait wait, i'mma rewind it. 1:04:25 - Well, no need. He did it again. 11/10 best dab 1:04:52 - [after that lame pan, I got up, went out for a cigarette, and contemplated life.] 1:05:05 - Ooo, another Jet Set Radio-style game? I'm down for that. 1:05:20 - wat 1:05:30 - wat 1:05:40 - Okay, so a Mario game in an urban setting? Eh, seems like a cool idea... 1:05:50 - or not 01:06:07 - Well, at least the graphics are really niDAMMIT!!! What is this low-poly nonsense? 1:06:26 - Ah, jump-roping. My favorite of classic Mario gameplay. 1:06:33 - All jokes aside, these landscapes are freaking beautiful! 1:06:50 - Ah, hat tossing. My favorite of classic Mario gameplay. Seriously though, that does add an interesting idea to the classic platform formula. 1:07:01 - 'Bowser & Peach: A Royal Wedding'. Wow. I wonder what that that kid would look like. I know Bowser Jr. turned out not to be her kid. Dammit, now I have the image of Bowser with long flowing blonde hair. 1:07:05 - Oh no, he crushed the hat. Good thing it isn't alive. 1:07:06 - Wow, Bowser Jr. and gang are looking a little white-washed. 1:07:25 - Well, Super Mario Odyssey looks pretty good. Pretty epic gameplay. 1:07:33 - AAAAAAAA! THAT THING HAS EYES! IT'S ALIVE! Mario: "Yeah!" 1:07:37 - AAAAAAAA! NOW IT HAS EYES ON THE LOGO TOO! 1:07:41 - AAAAAAAA! OH GODS NOW IT'S REAL! 1:08:32 - YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I NOTICED THEM! 1:09:28 - They're launching without a Mario title. Have they not learned their lesson yet? 1:09:50 - Oh good, another Xenoblade. [skips forward in the video] 1:10:06 - [stops skipping] Wow, the graphics actually don't look half bad. That framerate looks atrocious though. 1:12:07 - Oh look, another Fire Emblem trailer that tells me nothing [massages forehead] 1:12:35 - Oh boy, it's time for the yearly Third-Party Garbage Fire! 1:12:44 - Funny, I didn't know Unity and Autodesk made their own games. It's almost like Nintendo wanted to fill this image with whatever they could scrape up. 1:13:21 - Meanwhile, at Square-Enix headquarters: "Crap, we don't have anything to put on the Switch yet. Let's just port a few games over to it for now." 1:13:41 - Oh, an Atlus game. I'm actually excited! Maybe we're getting a new Shin Megami Tensei! 1:15:00 - ... Right, moving along. 1:15:44 - Ok, this actually looks really good. Mental note: keep an eye out for Octopath Traveller. Maybe this won't be the garbage fire i'm predicting. 1:16:36 - This snapping thing... I swear. 1:17:00 - This translator is so done. I can't stop laughing. 1:17:40 - Oh good, Bethesda can now pat their own back on Nintendo Switch. Seriously, I actually don't like that they remastered Skyrim. They could have put that effort into a new game. 1:18:50 - Ok, I feel bad for this guy. That was awkward as shit, and you can tell he immediately realized it. 1:18:54 to 1:19:05 - Ok, the translator literally stopped talking. You can actually hear him scoff at 1:19:01. This is the best part of the show. 1:20:00 - And here we see the garbage fire I was predicting. This presenter looks like he just got shoved out on stage at the last second, and has no idea what he's trying to say. Even the translator is having trouble understanding him. 1:21:18 - Thank the gods that's over. Moving on. 1:21:29 - Oh dear sweet zebra, it's EA. Hold on, I wanna guess this one. Some sports game, no footage, and we'll get to the end somehow having lost knowledge along the way. 1:24:37 - And nailed it. Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached the end of the ride. Thank you for attending the 15th Annual Third Party Garbage Fire. Please keep all hands, feet, and accessories inside the vehicle until the vehicle comes to a full stop. Please exit through the Gift Shop on the right, and have a wonderful day! 1:25:05 - Ok, there's the montage. It's the standard signal that it's almost over. ...wait, where's LoZ? 1:28:28 - I like how they're talking about how it's going to have a version with colored controllers like it's a game-changer. 1:29:00 - Yay, let's jump to Nintendo Europe, where they get to hear about how they are getting no information yet! 1:30:15 - Oh gods, I was just kidding before. They really did get nothing. 1:30:27 - Oh, Reggie! I'm so glad you're here. I need help! My body isn't ready! 1:30:48 - Is that Miyamoto just chillin in the background? I think he may be stuck in the US now. He's been showing up on US television a lot lately. 1:31:55 - "If you listen carefully, you can hear it floating in the air. Yep, there it is. I'm high as fuck." 1:32:22 - Yep, it was Miyamoto. Why did I recognize him from the back of his head? 1:32:32 - They are talking to each other in their own languages. This is great. 1:32:44 - AAAAAAA! Why the hell are you just jumping out of a hiding spot like that? Don't you know that's like taking the express lane to gettin’ hit? 1:32:57 - "When are we releasing Loz?" "Idk, ask him." "Oh, idk either. Ask someone in another country." 1:34:29 - Yay, finally! LoZ! Time to find out if it's a launch title! 1:35:40 - Neat, full voice acting! 1:37:55 - Woo! Launch Title! Aaand that's the end of it. That was a bucket of fun, and every bit the train wreck I thought it would be. I personally think they are rushing the release of this console, and it looks like I can count on one hand how many games there will be at launch. Like I said at the beginning, this was the first time i’ve done something like this, and it was much more fun than I anticipated. I may do a video saying this over the presentation later on, i’m on the fence about it. I may just shelve the idea until another video. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

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