ph_memes | MINGLE - Post-Op(era) Recovery

On this night we drink to the death of Sorrow.

After the Fall of Efrain With the Prince of Sorrow's Song dead and gone, the opera dissipates, spitting its victims out on the summit of Crane's Ridge where the Dance of Celestine was held some months before. It's getting late, and there is no one yet in town to run the train. Some will brave the trip home simply for the sake of collapsing into their own beds and achieving some sense of normalcy. Others will do so with the hope of returning with help. But many others will simply say "fuck it" and camp out on the mountain, still fitted with extra firewood from the festival and the means to build temporary structures in nearby storage sheds. The journey down will be safer in the morning, and there's solidarity to be had in a cool spring night spent under the stars.

Oh, look, there's even some non-perishable food and wine from the Dance. Combined with what can be hunted or foraged, as well as snacks and drinks stolen from the concession stand, there's plenty to go around. This might even be a little bit fun! Anyone up for another game of Never Have I Ever? Maybe a little Truth or Dare? Or perhaps you just want to chat and unwind with your friends. Whatever the case may be, have fun. This is your time. After darkness, there is a dawn. At the death of Sorrow, there is joy.

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Radar grins a little. It's the grin of someone who knows they maybe should feel kinda bad about what they did, but they don't, really. He looks over his right shoulder, then his left, and lowers his voice.

"It's what I got my girlfriend for Christm -- uh, Givingstide. I told the mayor there was a Brutok infestation up there and we oughta shut down the springs for a day so they could clear it out, only since there wasn't really an infestation, that meant Dahlia and me had the whole place to ourselves."

Heck yeah. Respectable. Treating your girlfriend is always a good reason to lie.

Pokey nods sagely, amiable. Then gestures to him.

Alright, your turn to pick on someone.

He laughs a little. "Okay. Ummm..."

As he stretches out that syllable, he looks around the gathering until his eyes land on Shen Qingqiu.

"Mr. Shen! Truth or dare?"

"Dare!" Shen Qingqiu whoops, lifting his drink in a casual toast. "Lay it on me, corporal! No challenge is too great!"

Oooh, now he has to think up a good one. Radar hums again as he drinks more beer.

And brightens, with a downright wicked glint in his eye. "I dare you to let me style your hair however I want, and you gotta leave it like that the whole rest of the night."

Shen Qingqiu bursts out laughing with open delight, stuttering, "Oh my, corporal! You're being so forward!" He laughs again, waving Radar closer. "Go for it dude, I'd tell you to give me Hatsune Miku hair if you were from the right time period!"

"Who the heck is Hatsune Miku?"

And what does Mr. Shen mean, he's being forward? Whatever, he's gonna give him so many braids, then braid the braids together, then get 'em to stick straight up in the air somehow --

Snickering, he pulls an emergency pack of rubber bands out of one pocket. (Of course he has emergency rubber bands on him.) As he gets to work -- and as Pokey joins in to help wreak havoc on Shen Qingqiu's hair -- Radar says, "Okay, your turn! Pick somebody!"

Shen Qingqiu merely laughs, taking the opportunity to drain his beer before anyone can insist he keeps his head still. Grinning, he surveys the circle with twinkling eyes before alighting on --

"Madam Zivia!" he calls out to her. "Truth or dare?"

"Oh does that take me back." She laughs. "Truth."

"Hm!" He thinks for a minute, ignoring the bustle and giggling going on behind his own head. "Ah, I have it! What -- is the weirdest dream you've ever had?"

"Oh, good question. Weirdest ... would probably be the one where I was at a hotel for a wedding except it was also the Olympics, and I was trying to find out whether or not I was supposed to be competing. And also for some reason this bodega I know was there inside the hotel lobby, and its cat kept wandering through to make sarcastic commentary."

A pause. "That last part isn't actually as weird as it sounds, that cat makes sarcastic commentary all the time in real life."

There's a tiny gasp behind Shen Qingqiu as one pair of hands pauses mid-braid.

"Miss Birnbaum, you can talk to cats?!"

She laughs. "Oh, I wish. No, that cat's a wizard and he can talk to humans."

MINGLE - Post-Op(era) Recovery

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I think Drake asked for SQQ to go next!

aye aye! o7

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