#its just. GUH. the most genuine people they know are just gone. forever and ever

[thatneoncrisis]

i love how fantastically selfish paul is as a concept. they chose to go together, to be together in the river, a mutual sacrifice so they wouldnt have to go it alone or use the other. and they just left a trail of people behind them who loved them, but not enough to save them

[no-upgrade]

OOC: An RP thread pertaining to slushies

Some background:

I’m currently playing an AU where Jeremy has kept the SQUIP (along with most of the school’s population.) Michael has befriended a non-binary kid named Aspen and they’re both just total social pariahs. They’re going to the park. They have sad, sad smoothies.

Anyway! Inspired by the slushie-saga over at @badlydrawnbmc, this ridiculous thread happened. I enjoyed it, so here it is.

My Michael’s middle name is ‘Kenneth’ because he needed a full name to be called by a mom. You know how it is.

MICHAEL: "Parks are good. Swings, ducks, park...stuff." Michael might even have to break out his skates. Or his frisbee!! Awyeah! He took a sip of his smoothie and made a face. "Guh. Melted." He sighed forlornly. "Now it's just a cup of foam and sadness..." ASPEN: Aspen took a sip of their own smoothie just to see if Michael was right... Which he was. "I guess there's only one solution, huh?" They spoke as if they were discussing an evil plan. Like, 'They've found our evil base! Guess there's only one solution...' But no. It was just frozen beverages. MICHAEL: Michael nodded seriously, one eye narrowed. "I believe you might be right." One hand balled into a fist as he looked out upon the horizon. "...slushie run." ASPEN: "Good to know we're on the same page..." Aspen gave him a quick thumbs-up. "Hey, have you ever gone to Seven-Eleven on one of those 'Bring-Your-Own-Cup' days?" This was something they had only heard of in legends, because their dad thought it was 'dangerous to consume anything more than the normal slush-size.' MICHAEL: His Super-Serious face broke into a sunny grin with just a hint of mischief at the edges. "There's a reason I'm not allowed to pour my own slushies...okay, several reasons, but that's one of 'em." ASPEN: Aspen's eyes widened. "Oh... I'm intrigued. WHAT DID YOU DO?" They took another sip of their melted smoothie, because it still KIND OF tasted good? And they hadn't had anything to drink that day. MICHAEL: "Okay. Picture it." He held a hand out in front of him to illustrate the act of 'picturing it'... "We had this decorative urn in the living room, right? Like, almost as tall as I was...which, admittedly wasn't as tall as I am now, but you get the picture. I load it up on one of those hand-trucks you use to move stuff? I swear, this thing's like 5 feet tall. Anyway. I load it up on the hand-truck and walk my way down to the seven-eleven, right? It's only a couple of blocks from my house, but this thing is GIANT..." ASPEN: Aspen just stared at him. A slight smile was visible on their face, but it was vastly over-shadowed by the genuine shock, the utter disbelief, and other words that mean the same thing. "You can NOT be serious..." They breathed, just.. staring. MICHAEL: "Oh, but I am." Michael let out a giggle despite himself. "Okay. So it takes me like a million years to get there and I'm dying cos it's hot and I'm pushing a freaking decorative urn through town, but I finally get there. And you could hear the hush fall over the store as I made my entrance and walked up to the slushie machine." ASPEN: Aspen just continued to stare... Their eyes were close to popping out at this point, and their mouth was hanging open just a bit. "You're crazy..." They muttered. Because their friend was crazy. MICHAEL: "RIGHT??" This was punctuated by a genuine, probably-too-loud laugh. "I push it up there and the girl at the counter says 'um' but that's all she says. And everybody's staring. I get up there and a start pouring and I'm pouring forever and ever, using all the flavors, til the machine's pretty much empty, right?" ASPEN: "...I thought you hated mixing flavours..." They muttered, imagining this whole scenario in their mind... Especially the part about Michael being short. That was an interesting and foreign concept. MICHAEL: "I do hate mixing flavors, but it was the principle of the thing, you know? There wasn't any way as I was gonna get enough for an urn-full with just cherry and blue raspberry. So. I've got ALL the slushie in my giant decorative urn, I turn to push it to the counter and the thing tips over. I try to catch it, but I'm tiny and chubby and have useless little arms. It FALLS OVER in the middle of the sev-elev and I swear to you, it was like it was happening in slow-mo but there wasn't any way to stop it." ASPEN: Aspen was DEFINITELY picturing this, and their horrified expression only intensified with every passing second. “I can't believe they even let you in there anymore..." They sighed, resting their head on the back of the seat. MICHAEL: "OH IT GETS WORSE!" His voice was filled with an almost-deranged glee. "The urn FALLS to the floor and it SMASHES into several more pieces than it had been in to begin with. Slushies of EVERY COLOR EXPLODE EVERY-FREAKING-WHERE!" This is punctuated with descriptive arm movements. "The store is silent and for a minute or two, all I can do is stand there and stare at the destruction." He paused, giving Aspen a sideways glance. "...then I burst into tears and ran out..." ASPEN: Aspen gave him a quick shoulder-pat, because that translated to sympathy for them. They just sighed again. "I don't ev.. I can't.. I..." Then they just shook their head. Aspen.exe is no longer operational. MICHAEL: Michael just nodded, wide-eyed. "I ran home, sobbing, with slushie all over me, like a convenience store Carrie White and by that time, my moms were up and wondering where the hell the giant decorative urn went, because who breaks into a house and steals nothing but a GIANT DECORATIVE URN? They take one look at me and they're like '....Michael? Do you happen to know where the urn went?'... and I say 'what urn?' because maybe they're talking about a different urn?" ASPEN: "How many giant decorative urns do you have in your house?" Aspen was curious, now... They'd never been there before. Maybe there was a decorative urn in every room. Maybe people slept in decorative urns, and stored everything in decorative urns. Maybe every decorative urn had its own decorative urn. MICHAEL: "Just the one," he nodded, then thought about it. "Well...not any, now, I guess...." ASPEN: Aspen rolled their eyes. "Hmm. I see. Well... Uh..." They just shrugged. Words were escaping their befuddled brain. MICHAEL: Michael shrugged and gave a what-can-you-do kind of look. "I mean, I knew good and well that there was only one urn but I was kind of hoping they were still talking about a different one?" ASPEN: "Right..." They nodded as if this made perfect sense, though their tone said otherwise, and their face still said 'What the hell just happened?' MICHAEL: Michael ignored the look on Aspen's face and pushed on through the story. "So! I get the whole 'Michael Kenneth Mell, what did you do?' thing and I spill the story faster than I spilled the slushie. They march me back down to the store, make me apologize, I have to clean the whole thing up, though I have to have some help with the urn cos it's ridiculously heavy, even in pieces, annnnd that is the story of my best bring your own container day ever."