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singillatim2024-10-14 09:42 pm
desperate_times_right) wrote in singillatim2024-10-14 09:42 pm
Entry tags:
- arthur lester: maniette,
- bigby wolf: jelle,
- billy gibson: jelle,
- casper darling: mimi,
- charles rowland: giz,
- chloe frazer: tess,
- connor wolf: shade,
- cornelius hickey: kates,
- edward little: jhey,
- eren jaeger: lyn,
- illarion: lark,
- jason todd: jessi,
- kieren walker: cheryl,
- konstantin veshnyakov: jhey,
- levi ackerman: dem,
- levi jordan: cirape,
- peter parker: trace,
- ragnar lothbrok: lily,
- randvi: tess,
- raylan givens: arma,
- reiner braun: kas,
- ruby rose: josh,
- wynonna earp: lorna,
- zoey westen: bri
Hot Potato (party log)
Who: Chloe Frazer & any and all party people!!
What: Harvest Celebrations/Halloween Party/Ruby’s Birthday/Rat Marriage/Big Communal Cooking Party so Chloe doesn't burn down her house
When: October 12
Where: At Chloe’s house on Greene Street
Content Warnings: Food descriptions, probably.
Other Notes: Feel free to make this a mingle and reply to other characters!
Chloe had wondered whether to go through with the harvest party once Lalo had disappeared, but as they say, the show must go on. There's still a lot worth celebrating, and people need something hopeful after the mess last month. Luckily her house had made it through everything all right.
The poster had said to wear a costume, so she's hoping to see a lot of those, and she’d recruited some people to help her put together the menu exactly to Lalo’s specifications, so unfortunately no one is safe from British Potatoes. There are even candles for the birthday cake.
Chloe herself is dressed as a sexy lumberjack, with one of Lalo’s old flannels tied in a knot under her breasts and denim cutoffs made from the jeans Kostya had gotten blood on (shh). She's got a fire roaring, because otherwise she’d freeze.
What: Harvest Celebrations/Halloween Party/Ruby’s Birthday/Rat Marriage/Big Communal Cooking Party so Chloe doesn't burn down her house
When: October 12
Where: At Chloe’s house on Greene Street
Content Warnings: Food descriptions, probably.
Other Notes: Feel free to make this a mingle and reply to other characters!
Chloe had wondered whether to go through with the harvest party once Lalo had disappeared, but as they say, the show must go on. There's still a lot worth celebrating, and people need something hopeful after the mess last month. Luckily her house had made it through everything all right.
The poster had said to wear a costume, so she's hoping to see a lot of those, and she’d recruited some people to help her put together the menu exactly to Lalo’s specifications, so unfortunately no one is safe from British Potatoes. There are even candles for the birthday cake.
Chloe herself is dressed as a sexy lumberjack, with one of Lalo’s old flannels tied in a knot under her breasts and denim cutoffs made from the jeans Kostya had gotten blood on (shh). She's got a fire roaring, because otherwise she’d freeze.
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In other words: British potatoes taste like ordinary potatoes to Reiner.
"I've never heard of Mexico," Reiner admits as he spoons up some of the mysterious Mexican potatoes, nestling them in a tortilla as instructed. "Or British. I suppose that's because of the 'different worlds' thing."
Which is still hard to wrap his head around. Then again, he arrived here from what he believes to be the end of his world—or at least most of humanity. Strange times, indeed.
"I'm Reiner. From Marley, if you're familiar with it."
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People do seem to kind of come here in little clumps.
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Rare, but not unheard of, as a certain island nation proved.
Something else catches his interest, sparking curiosity. "When you say 'places and times,' what do you mean?"
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“I'm sure you've noticed some of it. I'm from a world like this one, but everything here says 2014 on it and the year at home was 2018. Kostya is from the 1980s and the sailors are from way before that.”
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He's not so arrogant as to believe he was getting a handle on things. How could he, when this is all so new? But still, this information throws him.
"The years is 854 where I'm from."
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Given her unfamiliarity with Marley, Reiner doubts it.
"What event does your world measure from?"
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“We measure from the birth of a dominant religious figure. That's why the numbers are so big.”
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"It's…" He hesitates, briefly searching for a phrase that doesn't contain the negative connotations used by many Marleyans. "… More like an oddity in mine."
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So he shakes his head, bemused. "It's tough for me to imagine a religion holding so much sway."
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Maybe there were all kinds of religions in the countries he helped defeat. Or maybe those religions were lost long ago, crushed by a different army. There's no way for Reiner to know.
"I can see how that could spread it," he says.
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He could take a few guesses. Religion in her world sounds about as inescapable as war in his. But he wonders if there are more personal aspects to it.
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She's a little harder to stop.
“After that, I spent my teens in a church-run boarding school. Thumbs down.”
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His words could sound like an empty platitude. But he means it, tone touched with genuine sympathy. He knows that even if the death happened years ago, the pain still cuts; and sometimes, surviving can hurt just as much.
Reiner doesn't ask why the extremists targeted her father (and later her). The fact that her father was a professor tells Reiner enough.
"Can I ask what you are? I mean, outside of this place."
He means "this world"—but given the costumes and the celebration, he really ought to be clearer.
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She hardly ever talks about it, but the world here isn't the same as the one she comes from. There’s no one here she relies on to get paid, and the posturing so common in the underground is much rarer.
“Well, I can tell you I'm not a lumberjack.” In case he couldn't guess that from her costume.
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Now, as she jokes about lumberjacks, it finally clicks.
Reiner breathes out a chuckle, subdued yet unmistakable. His smile is subdued, too: broad for only a moment before quieting down, amusement showing more in his eyes than on his lips. But for that moment, he looks younger. More like his twenty-one years than someone trudging toward the end of the world.
"Really?" he teases. "I thought all lumberjacks liked to dare branches to scrape them."
What with all the exposed skin. He can only imagine trying to work around trees in that.
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Her partner back home is always giving her a hard time about her outfits, too. Maybe she's talented enough that wearing red in the jungle doesn't matter.
“Do you guys have Halloween where you come from?”
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Maybe it exists in some far-flung corner of the world. (Maybe it existed, more accurately.) Their conversation thus far has opened Reiner's mind to the possibility, at least. But if it did, he never heard of it.
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Chloe hasn't hosted a lot of parties herself, but she likes going to them.
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He's never heard that word before, and has no idea what it could mean.
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“Do you guys have television, where you come from?”
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