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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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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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“We have equipment that you can use to record what’s happening at a given time, and then some places have a signal that they can use to transmit those recordings to a device in your house so you can watch them. Like a radio with pictures. A movie is like a play but it's recorded and they just play the same one over and over.”
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"I'm familiar with radios and records," he says, nodding. "So, these movies are like records: played for entertainment?"
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Imagine someone finding his world entertaining. The idea is bewildering and disturbing.
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He doesn't offer any of his own; none immediately come to mind.
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