WIN A DATE WITH AVANTE EN GARDE!

[deicider]

Who: avante and fellow idols
Where: the park
When: 64, afternoon

[An avante Live!

The camera pans to members of avante set behind small, individual wooden table. Cardigan fills you in on the purpose of this. They are Doing Their Best to be a good announcer]

Hi again, everyone. We're trying a different approach to avante Lives. This time, we're offering a prizes besides the thrill of competition. Beat the avante of your choice in an arm wrestling match and win the honor of a date!

Comments

[unbr8kable]

[Stares at him, frowning]

...Are you in trouble?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

If I am, I don't know why. And wouldn't that be fucking ironic.

[unbr8kable]

[Her brows ridge even more, then she reaches over to feel his forehead and cheeks]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He feels fine. Normal temperature]

I never took you for a fusser.

[unbr8kable]

I never took you for someone who had any goddamn chill ever. Are you high or are you a pod person?

[Spoken as if those are the only two alternatives]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What am I supposed to do about this?

I thought it was the fucking concussion fucking with me.

[unbr8kable]

If it knocked the you out of you, maybe it was. What'd you do?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

Had an all powers fight with someone from Bad End=Dead End.

[unbr8kable]

So he did this to you?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

He gave me the concussion.

Unless you think anything in the Bad End=Dead End power set can do this.

[Scrolling through his phone to check on their abilities just to be sure]

[unbr8kable]

Nah...guess not. What else'd you do, then? I thought you had friends in high places to keep you outta most trouble.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is that the kind of deals you think I make?

[unbr8kable]

Yes? You make dumb bets, not dumb deals. Most of the time, anyway.

...I can't believe you didn't notice this earlier. You seem the type who'd talk to themself in the mirror every morning.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

It's part of my morning ritual.

Wake up. Rations. Coffee.

Fifteen minutes of maniacal laughter. Twenty minutes practicing alternating glares and condescending smirks. And the rest of the hour dedicated to grandiose speeches and talking down to myself.

It's amazing I get anything done, really.

[unbr8kable]

I figured your robodragon has your schedule uploaded, just keeps whisking you to your next appointments. Most people would've noticed going gray early, is all.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes yes, so you've said. So what do you suggest I do about it?

[unbr8kable]

Retrace your steps, I guess. Figure out who saw you last when you were normal. Then you can figure out what did it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

Right.

[Stands up again]

I'll get on that.

[unbr8kable]

--You will?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I wasn't fucked up when I broadcasted my memory. Someone would have said something. So it had to be after that.

[unbr8kable]

[Nods]

Who all've you talked to after that? Boss, anyone since then?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Just my unit and Maki.

[unbr8kable]

Then, that's who you should ask. Can narrow things down, right?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Right.

That means I get to challenge you for a date later, right?

[unbr8kable]

[hhhuffs out a laugh]

...Even if you could beat me, that wouldn't be getting you any closer to your goal of King of Undatables.