stop enabling me guys

[girasole]

Who: Various and sundry people. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Where: A park. Jamahz Grounds, located on the corner of look behind you a distraction.
When: The day in which fish start falling from the sky.
Open/Closed: Open. We're rolling threadjacking (assuming the people involved are okay with this: double check with them) mingle log style. Because I'm not going to organize a 6+ person thread otherwise. Because no. So pretty much there's a bunch of scenery porn here, and then go top level with whatever you want.

[Behold Jamahz Grounds. It's large. It's scenic. It's conveniently located. A bunch of coven members are there, perhaps because they realized that there's safety in numbers...more specifically in multiples of three.

And it wasn't a bad park. At the moment there was a theater group that was putting on a production of Waiting for Poldot, which consisted of an Alias and a Lynas waiting for their Eltos buddy who was apparently running late. Besides that, the sun was shining, if there were birds they'd be singing...overall a pretty nice day.

The lead actor of Waiting for Poldot was just talking about maybe going to get a cookie (the central conflict of this: do they wait or do they get a cookie and come back) when he was nearly hit by a decapitated shark that slammed into the ground and lay there twitching.]

Comments

[cadventuretime]

You have to ask? Grab it before somebody else does!

[splinten]

The acting troupe should technically have first shot.

[Like, morally speaking?]

It doesn't have a brain for you.

[cadventuretime]

[Morals shmorals. Those are for saints, would-be heroes, and politicians who are going to back out on them the moment its convenient~]

Oh yeah? The lead actor seems pretty upset to me. If we hurry and say that we're going to just dispose of it and tell them some quick story of how we'll find out what is causing this, they'd be more than happy to part with it.

[She's done this before.]

And it doesn't need to have a brain. Shark filet sounds delicious right now.

[splinten]

[Well.]

There's probably some antiquated bullshit about not denying a lady her dinner.

[Dirk flashsteps on stage, shoves the shark into his sylladex.]

Sorry about this, dudes. We'll take care of this.

[AND FLASHSTEPS BACK TO ROTTYTOPS]

Shouldn't be hard to make a fire outside the city limits.

[cadventuretime]

[Well! Now there was two skills that she was entirely unaware of. What she just did was the stuff of warp squids and genies. Iiiiinteresting.]

Smooth moves! And way to keep the spirit of antiquated bullshit alive. I'm sure you'd make the folks back home proud. You're so nice! A prince, even!

Now, let's boogie before they catch on~

[She won't wait and instead turn to power walk out.]

[splinten]

[DON'T YOU PRINCE ME Dirk shows no visible response and instead joins her in the Brisk and Confident Exit.

He'll stop once they've banked a corner.]

How much do you want?

[cadventuretime]

Hmm, not much. But shark is his favorite snack. Ten pounds ought to...

[She stops in her tracks mid-sentence. Its only for a moment before continuing her brisk pace.]

Three pounds. Just three pounds.

[splinten]

[There's a pause—]

Three pounds, okay.

[He won't question it while they get to the edge of town. He is missing two people he wishes were here; he doesn't want to press on whoever might be missing for her.]

[cadventuretime]

[Unless he had something else to say, the trek to the edge of town would be rather quiet. Of course the silence would be broken by a few of the scenes of Palai talking but for now Rottytops isn't too particularly keen on commenting on them.]

[Still, as they are leaving the city proper and entering into more rural areas, the zombie girl will look back with a wistful smile.]

This is a pretty interesting place.

[Beat.]

But its still no Atlanta.

[splinten]

[Dirk nods up towards the floating mass on the watery bubble.]

Maybe up there. I never found out what your world was like.

[cadventuretime]

[Now that they're out of the city, the zombie will occasionally lean over and pick up any sticks that would make good kindling.]

Well, that would be because you never asked.

[She grins, leaning into Dirk a little.] Are you asking?

[splinten]

[He doesn't lean back, but he does stiffen. Rotty please, the boy is still not used to in-person interactions.]

I'm noting an area of ignorance. It's your choice on filling it in.

[cadventuretime]

[But what fun would that be? :3]

[She rolls away a second, picking up more and more sticks.] Oh, but there's so much that you don't know a lot about me~ Not only where I'm from, or why I'm still alive, what kind of threats my world is facing, or event what my favorite food is and what type of music I like. All number of things, and that's the one you're asking.

And when you don't know a piece of information about somebody, you can stand back and watch like a creep or you can shore up a little courage, look them right in the eyes and ask.

And who knows, they might even tell you the answer.

[splinten]

[He starts setting up a rock perimeter, just to keep things safe.]

You're right. Those are both options.

[AND YET. HE DOES NOT.

Because it's funny now?]

[cadventuretime]

[Her face flattens a little, and she looks him eye to... shades.]

Is there a reason you don't?

[There's a small huff of annoyance, but she's more interested in figuring this guy out a little more.]

[splinten]

[Sorry about those damn shades. He breaks the staring contest (??) so he can find a bigger stick for their spitroast. Because that's how they cook now, apparently.]

Honestly, it seemed funnier not to.

[cadventuretime]

[Her face scrunches up for a moment and there's even a moment when she raises her hand that it might look like she'd hit Dirk. But no, instead, her hands go straight to her stomach and she bursts out in the biggest belly laugh ever.]

[It actually takes a little while for her to regain her composure.]

[splinten]

[He's ready to be hit, go Strifemode and fight back—

—and then she's chortling.

Huh. Well, he's glad she appreciates his sense of humour?]

[cadventuretime]

[She has the giggles but continues with the biggest grin on her face.]

Haha, that's a good one! I'll have to remember that sometime, though I doubt it'd mean as much coming from me.

[She side glances him one last time, her smile becoming almost genuinely warm.]

You know, I don't think you even know my name. So why don't we start there, hm?

My name's Rottytops. And just because it looks like you might need the example I'll just go ahead and ask.

What's your name, snack cake?

[splinten]

It's almost like you think I'm socially inept or something.

[The irony is that he is and they both know it. It seems Dirk is actually relaxing a bit.]

Dirk Strider. Snack cake better be a reference to my sweet grey matter.

[cadventuretime]

I knew a boy who couldn't tell the difference, once.

[She licks her lips at that. Did she eat him? WELL DID SHE?]

[She's not tellin'.]

[She also grins at the social ineptness. But that's okay, she's had to work with less before.]

You know, if we're going to prepare shark, we should make a pit and heat up sticks and stones and junk, let that burn up a bit, wrap the shark up in something, and toss some of that hot junk on top of the shark. It takes a little longer, but it comes out pretty good.

And we can even use some of that Palai juice to season it with!!

[splinten]

I'll consider him the forerunner of my tragic fate.

[Is it being eaten? Or is it being called a sweet treat?]

I've never tried cooking like that. I can go back for seasoning while you get the pit ready.

[cadventuretime]

[She tugged his sleeve.]

Not without helping me dig the pit you're not~!

Its definitely a two-person job. And back when me and my brothers did this, they'd be doing most of the digging.

[She pauses a moment.] And now you know about my brothers.

[splinten]

[His eyebrows raise above his shades.]

Holy shit. I've discovered the secret sibling backstory. Next I'm going to unlock your favourite types of music.

[cadventuretime]

Nope!

[Griiiin.]

Now you're going to tell me a bit about your family.

[She'll make this an even exchange if she has to force him into it.]