Teenagers Scare the Living Shit Out Of Me etc. etc.

[dyingtohealyou]

[Characters passing by the bulletin board may notice a new message tacked to it!]

Drinking party at the bar at 8pm. Under 21 only. Adults will be persecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Fun and games included, party hats optional. Don’t be late!

[Sure enough, there’s a gathering of teens (and maybe some not-so-teens?) to be found in the bar! While the posting mentions this is a teen only event, adults are in fact allowed as long as they are cool. OOCLY please be aware there are going to be teens drinking alcohol and possibly smoking! Also additionally, please let the teens/players have fun; again, adults are allowed but only if they’re cool enough to play along without snitching them out!

All party game top levels are going to be made under Ahito’s account but please assume ICly that Akira instigated/explained them! Once the game toplevels are up you can also post your own toplevels to mingle freely if you like IDK IT’S A PARTY HAVE FUN]

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[dyingtohealyou]

Nothing!

I'll take another truth.

[dyingtohealyou]

[Dude wtf why do you talk so much all the time]

not here

[dyingtohealyou]

[Glancing over and












oh. oh ok he is connecting the dots now.]

[1145pm]

Nuh uh! You gave me the change so that means I get to change it for you!

[ Also he's pretty sure that would still piss off "that guy" ("which guy" take your pick)—

Ginger has unlocked Tatara's whiny child mode, and it shows on his face. ]

Sing Mika-chan a sappy love song in front of everyone in the bar!

[ he's stuck on the singing, ]

[1145pm]

Oh...

[ Tatara stares up at Solomon with wide eyes, and as he keeps talking, his mouth dips into a deeper and deeper frown.

He still doesn't think he's the right fit for the job, but he wants everyone out of this safely. He wants to make sure they fix this problem and they all get home to their rightful places. He's made little changes here and there, adjusting on the fly when he sees what does and doesn't work, and sticking with something when his instincts would usually tell him to wander off into the forest has been tough. He didn't think anyone (besides the obvious) would notice, so... ]

Aww, stop, Uncle. [ He wipes at his eyes, sheepish. That's a genuine reaction, not his usual theatrics. ] You're gonna make me cry.

[1145pm]

[ Tatara squeezes hard back. He wishes he could squeeze harder, melt into him. It's hard when he's so—overwhelmed by the memory, the feelings. He was purple, then. And he's a little envious. Tatara wishes he could turn purple, too.

A hand gently rubs at his back at the sigh. They'll be patient. ]

It's because I love all of you, who you really are.

[ No matter how small Tatara is, he'll carry the weight that is Aguero. Even if he is just an early spring breeze, he thinks Aguero is air, just like him, when he's in his arms.

Or maybe he's fire, his blaze roaring under gentle breath.

Who knows. He doesn't really think about it. ]

[fellheart]

Unless you know something I don't, you'd have little estimation of my dexterity and coordination ... or the potential lack thereof normally?

I just think it's an interesting ask for a game where we're all expected to be in some amount of inebriation.

[ honestly he's not had that much yet; certainly can't be too far from sober, if he's still talking like that. ]

But sure, all right then.

[ two glasses, awkward shape, and juggling isn't exactly one of the skills he can boast... so what if he just cheats by employing some levitation magic like in his smash taunts. ]

[impacter]

You know I won't judge you if you do.

[It's good, he thinks, to be able to feel the tugging of the heart, even if it's embarrassing. He'd never been one to cry easily, and the Fountain had rendered it such a foreign reaction now. But he can't deny the catharsis, even in the small moments like this.

Tatara should embrace it, in these moments while he still can. A gentle reminder that, in this moment, he is still himself. Still human, still real, still alive.]

It's my turn again, right?

[impacter]

[what is with all the other norths and not enjoying storytime............. :(]

[1145pm]

[ But he wants this to be a happy gathering! He doesn't want to cry by his own standards.

But he cheers up pretty quickly at the prompting. ]

It is. [ Not a wet eye in sight! Well, not beyond regular moisture levels, at least. ] Truth or dare?

[lighthaus]

[ what does he even say to that? he's a little starstruck by the burst of light in his arms. it takes his breath away and makes his heart beat faster in a way it never has before. even he doesn't know the full shape of himself yet; if it were anyone else, he'd reject the notion of acceptance wholeheartedly and forcefully.

but he listens to the brightness in his voice, knowing it extends to the coral of his eyes. he can't deny that light and he certainly can't deny it now when he's so hopelessly in love. the room seems to spin and not because of the drinks in his belly. ]

You're amazing and so beautiful. [ if he doesn't let go now, he feels like he won't be able to. so he does, but before he draws back completely he takes a kiss so full of tongue, it's like he's trying to eat any lingering traces of those words and take them just for himself. ]

Later we'll mix our colors together.

[impacter]

[He chuckles, but lets the moment pass. Hopefully his feelings for his Sage have been clear enough to stick.]

Truth.

[wow he sure is preferring truth]

[fellheart]

That makes sense. The continent I was born in has gone through at least a couple of historical unifications and schisms by now, so while for the most part the three major countries are still mutually intelligible to each other... Well.

[ let's just keep to the common language, considering who knows how much toll a thousand years or so of language drift might have taken.

well, robin might, but. shh. besides the point. ]

[impacter]

Mm. It sounds like it's still very reliant on the will of the Aeon rather than the effort of any specific individual. Do they ever decline people access to that sort of power if they so choose as well?

[The question directed to him catches him off guard for a brief moment, but he shakes his head.]

Ah... no, I wouldn't say that much. I've seen how even the human society I know best has fluctated in its opinions over and over, and every society is going to have its differences. I'm just curious, that's all.

Many people can be afraid of something that is different from what they know. Even this world shows that much.

[lustro]

Oh - I see it.

[ His tone is affectionate, on a little laugh. It’s something he sees from Mika more when he’s with other people, awkwardly earnest when he’s trying to sociable. It’s hard to hide his smile then, and hard to hide it now. ]

But he’s the cutest in the room either way. Okay, my turn… truth first.

[lustro]

Is it that easy to let go? How do you do it?

[revengier]

You really should have.

[revengier]

Really? Are there spaces akin to the wilderness, then?

[ That's where his mind first jumps to. ]

I imagine you have training spaces too.

[revengier]

Everything else isn't, which creates its own unique problems as well.

[ Damn. ]

Is the continent at least politically stable now?

[lustro]

Just a dare to say something kind about myself. I… struggled with it, but you make it so easy.

[ Once he would have said: you’re too good to me. It’s still true, but not as true as… ]

You’re so good to me.

[ Low and full of emotion.

Minor improvement, he thinks.

Mika’s lovebomb has him flustered, a light flush dusting his cheeks. He’s so loved that it makes him happy in that squirmy uncomfortable way - largely good. His heart is so full he doesn’t know what to do, torn between smiling until his cheeks hurt and blinking back a little wetness around his eyes.

Every kiss feels like a scattering of stars, each one a wish from Mika for his happiness and he’s - he’s so grateful. He turns into the last kiss, from pink cheeks to open lips, long and deep and thoroughly showing Mika how much he wants to be close - closer.

He wants to crawl into Mika’s arms and stay there because Mika has the right idea. They should just stay here - together. He could whisper all the things he loves about Mika, too - endless, soppy things. Sugary sweet servings that embarrass and thrill them both. ]

… Let’s go home soon? I don’t know how much longer I can stand being across the room from you.

[ He wants to give Mika more time and space to socialize, but his Mikaela reserves are running low. And every time someone refers to Mika as Mikaela, it startles him slightly - he wonders how close they are to his boyfriend. ]

Come find me when you’re done, sweetheart?

[lustro]

[ He… reaches out and - ]

Stop being troublesome when there are people who worry about you.

[ The lightest tap on Solomon’s forehead while he can’t escape. Before Ginger sticks out his tongue and makes his own escape - for now. ]

[impacter]

[Ah.

Well, there he goes before Solomon can react. But he still lets his hand rest against the point where Ginger had touched him, letting his eyes drift to the side.

Worry about him, huh...

Maybe so.]

[troublereduction]

...Sure.

[shortleash]

( Say something kind about yourself... yeah, that's hard. But he's happy Ginger found something, even if it didn't come easy (he thinks this, not knowing Solomon helped some). If anything, Mika thinks he doesn't do good enough - it's just that Ginger's never been soaked through with the love he deserves.

He kisses Ginger back just as deep, as if drinking up his sweet lips, his sweet, flustered cheeks, like he doesn't want to leave any left for anyone else - for his greedy eyes only, please. Ginger tastes too good for him to want to share. It's that childish side of him, the part that slowed to a gradual stop, from when he was brought into Sanguiem until he was turned, no matter how much Mika's spent the past two years teaching himself that he's undeserving - the part of him that's always elated, whenever Ginger wants to stay just as clinging, too.

When Ginger parts - when he calls him sweetheart, the warmth in his chest reaches his cheeks. "Sweetheart" isn't any schmoopier than anything else Ginger's called him, but it feels almost reserved for another type of person - not something he'd ever have thought he'd be allowed. That he has to resign from parting from Ginger is a trial. )

... Mm. Okay. It'll be soon.

( And here he pulls in again - this time, mouth close to his ear. There is a slight air of mischief this time - like a stage whisper, but it really is meant for only Ginger. )

... If you can think of more nice things to say about yourself, I'll do something special for each one you come up with, when we're alone again. Okay?

( (Of course, Ginger will still get at least one "something special" even if he can't think of a single one. It's a game he's rigged to win. But shhhh.)

And then Mika will pull back, gently releasing Ginger again. hehe )

... See you. Love you.

[lustro]

[ This is the kind of smile from Day that he can’t read. Mm… ]

Do you ever think of quitting? Do you want to?