fifth reflection; the day *after* rule 63... (voice)

[monochrome_mirror]

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No. I am not going to do this.

It's a poor idea.


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City, how does one, ah, no, I'm not going to ask this, this is ridiculous.


[She's preparing dialogue here. Clearly whatever this is, is either important enough or awkward enough to warrant her actually practicing whatever it is. She also sounds incredibly distracted, not at all like her usual self. Her mind is elsewhere...badly.]

Fine. I will just ask.

This is humiliating.

[She clicks the video on, showing her sitting on a stone in one of the parks, then stands there in wide-eyed surprise. Her face is a rather delightful shade of pink.]

The device was already on.

.......

City, how does one...ah...

No.No, no, no.

[She cuts the feed. The last thing is her voice...]

I'm not going to ask the City how I would proposition people. This is just absurd.

[ooc: If you like awkward people and/or easy targets and/or just want to make life really amusing...have at. She's so damn affected by this curse and has no idea what to do with it. Or, rather, she knows the theory, and is just really...not used to people. :P  I'd love to corner a character with her if anyone is willing ;)]

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[dignity_misery]

'Do you want to fuck.'

[You're welcome.]

[monochrome_mirror]

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What--

I keep turning this off and it keeps not staying off...

Ah, that seems...well, so crude. Isn't it? And, ah, especially for someone who has no idea what they're doing.


[ XD ]

[dignity_misery]

If you care about that sort of thing.

[Which... Carla doesn't.]

[monochrome_mirror]

...I suppose I would.

[dignity_misery]

But you're horny enough to ask, so why bother being shy?

[monochrome_mirror]

...Because...well, I don't know. I'm just not a crude and brusque sort of person.

And it seems that that kind of initiative should be relegated to someone who knows more about the subject.

And because it feels odd.

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[dignity_misery]

Well, fine. Do you want to fuck?

[monochrome_mirror]

[Congrats, you've stunned her.]

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If I can know who you are, first.

[And that is the faint sound of a facepalm. Why did she say that?]

[dignity_misery]

Carla.

[Meanwhile... she doesn't much care who or what she fucks, so...]

[monochrome_mirror]

[...This is all so embarrassing. It takes her a while just to put down a response to that.]

Shikieiki.

...Where shall I go, then?

[And that is the best she can do.]

[dignity_misery]

Just walk down the beach. Mine is the only flat with a fire-breathing dog chained up out back.

[monochrome_mirror]

...I am quite accustomed to fire-breathing beasts by comparison to all of the rest of this.

I'll head that way.

ooc;

[dignity_misery]

[[ I am a Fade-To-Black-er, but I'm good with them meeting at the flat, maybe talking a bit more before that, if that's cool? ]]

ooc;

[monochrome_mirror]

[I am all too willing to continue the amusement that is all this. XD Fade to black is fine -- I'm cool with either. Do you want me to jump over to the flat, or stay here a bit?]

[dignity_misery]

[Carla goes to wait on the porch, occasionally tossing ice cubes in the air for the puppy to crunch on in between fireballs.]

[monochrome_mirror]

[She may have god-like time scales in her mind, but Shikieiki still has what feels like a long, long walk to think about all this as she makes her way down the beach.

This is ridiculous.

So why is she here? Either do something or don't. So she'll go through with it, because that driving force in the back of her mind isn't going to let go.

She rounds a sand dune and sees Carla flicking ice over to the dog.]

Where did you get the fire-dog?

[dignity_misery]

He was a gift. [A friend that's gone now. The circumstances of the gift hadn't been particularly pleasant, but Carla dotes on the thing now.] He didn't always breathe fire.

[monochrome_mirror]

[Slowly, she reaches a hand out to see if the dog will let anyone else pet it. Her face is a statuesque picture of neutral calm; she's locking everything down now because otherwise she's not exactly sure how much of a fool she'll make of herself. Nor does she particularly know what to say to a stranger on these matters. So of course, she talks about the dog.]

Is he magically enchanted, then?

[dignity_misery]

[Peanut is quite friendly, still a puppy and not even a year old yet, he nibbles playfully at her fingers, tail wagging. Then he hiccups a little burst of flame.]

I fed him a red dragon.

[Carla estimates the size of a baby dragon.]

It started then and never stopped.

[monochrome_mirror]

Ah, the dragon curse. I have met one of the holdovers from it, but she isn't as friendly as your dog.

[She gives the puppy a scritch behind its ears then stands up again.]

Well, I am here. I am not sure what to say beyond that...

[dignity_misery]

[Carla smiles wryly, getting onto her own feet to lead the way inside. She does it without any hesitation, in case it wasn't already obvious that she has strangers over to her apartment very often. There are a pair of sliding glass doors looking out on the water that she pulls open. Inside the walls are white and the floors are blonde wood, it's a one-room flat with clearly designated spaces. Kitchen, 'living room', painting studio, bedroom.]

Now is when you take off your clothes, unless you want me to do it for you.

gah I vanished for memorial day weekend, sorry!

[monochrome_mirror]

[Well, it is what it is.

Shikieiki undresses with mechanical calm, although her cheeks tinge red as she looks up after laying her clothes aside. Pausing for a moment, she takes a slow breath, then steps forward to reach for Carla.]

Lead as you will...

[ooc: I suppose we can fade off here?]

[bedsidemanners]

You could let someone else do it for you, my dear.

[monochrome_mirror]

I suppose that would be an ideal situation, yes. But I know very few people in the City...