LIVE AND LET LIVE

[neigh_sayer]

Who: All and whoever!!
Where: Lobby/Lounge/Kitchen
When: 89 morning!! handwave before or after murder idc he'll be doing this for a while

[guess who was up at ass o'clock cooking and waiting for the cafe to open?? IT'S C, IT'S ALWAYS C

anyway when you come downstairs for breakfast or possibly brunch, there's quite a spread waiting. Most of it choice items from the cafe: macarons, muffins, dainty breakfast sandwiches, tea cakes, and such.

BUT there's also at least a 10 person meal's worth of bacon piled high on plates, deviled eggs, and sliced fruit. A pot of coffee is brewing and tea is made too. There's more of the cafe food, since that's always plentiful, but it looks like he didn't skimp on side items either.

C is dressed slightly less like a gremlin today, having brought down one of the alcheme thrones in the lounge and is well, lounging in it. He flashes a grin]

Gooooooooooood morning my lovely little false idols! How are you feeling? Great? Miserable? A whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you? Good, good!

Well, I've a very special announcement to make! It's been a while since we've all had a real heart to heart, don't you think? We're always going on about oh nooo, I died, oh no my feelings, or oh no demons! Demons are especially soooo boring now. Quick refresher for all you newbies--you're playing this game so those rascals can snatch you up and recruit you! Neeheehee, it looks like they're gearing up for something big. . .

But that got me thinking! Why should you all be busting your ass for them? When you could. . .be busting your asses, for me.

[at this point, he stands up on the throne with a grand gesture, spreading his arms]

Neeheehee! That's right folks! I'm officially throwing my hat into the ring! Becoming some demon's lackey is so dull, so I thought, why aim so low? A simple wish, going home. . .why settle. No, no, I intend to become a god. The whole package! I've already have a legion of followers, so this is the natural next step.

So consider this a recruitment breakfast! Oh, and don't worry. Neeheehee, even soon to be gods have to play by the rules! You don't have to put me before your teams or your lovers or your cat or whatever else. Just know that I've got you, when the time comes. . .well, some of you. As god, I'm gonna have to pass a bit of judgement, so not everyone can join. Sowwy!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANYWHO, that could all be bullshit! But come on on down for an Alcheme Brand Fortune~! And see exactly why you should join my faction!


Or just get some free grub and help me brainstorm a name for the new faction. I'm thinkiiiing. High-Cs? Capital C and all my Lowercases!

[as a side note, for everyone he's recruited that doesn't have one yet: they'll find a handstitched bandana outside their unit's door; it's white and checkered with their team colors.]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I get it.

So let me strike up a deal with you. For every request I help you with, you give me access to that app and let me look at it without your interference.

And if you see something out of the ordinary, you tell me or B immediately.

[liftoft]

...I mean, that sounds great, but you do get what kinda requests these are, right?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. And you're going to be hard pressed to find someone with less shame than I have.

So you should consider yourself fortunate.

[liftoft]

[ just blinks at Intensity for a second or two, then breaks out laughing--light and kind of relieved ]

Yeah, sure! Of course I know I'm lucky! Thanks a lot--again!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So who else knows besides you and B?

The app, I mean.

[Keep your silly health secret to yourself for all he cares]

[liftoft]

[ he would have fought harder to not tell Intensity about his silly health secret if he thoight Intensity was likely to actually care.]

Just you. Uh, and SK, obviously.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Going to keep it that way. Seems like more back-up on this would be better than not.

[liftoft]

The whole point of doin' it this way was so I wouldn't have to make anybody else worry!

...I'll think about it, if it turns out it's more than we can handle, I guess?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Fine. Your choice.

So pick something.

[liftoft]

Oh! Uh...

[ He's about to say, 'what, right now?' but then remembers he was trying to very clumsily and not at all successfully hit on Intensity at the beginning of this conversation, so he opens the app back up and starts scrolling through the requests that don't involve a specific partner ]

Really though, that's it? Nothing you definitely don't wanna do, or stuff like that?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Nothing over the top romcom romantic. ... And let's keep the first request R-rated or below. Unless the more ridiculous requests you do, the less you have to do.

[liftoft]

[ scroll scroll scroll ]

R-Rated or below? What, like in movies? "Rated PG for language and mild peril"?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'm not fucking you if that's what you're asking.

[liftoft]

[ Is unsure if he finds that relieving or insulting. Can it be both? ]

Not out here you're not, that's for sure... But here, then.

[ holds his phone out. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Both is probably the correct answer in this scenario.

But he takes the phone.

What? Is he supposed to pick out something?]

[liftoft]

[ yes. ]

I know you're helpin' me and all, but I'll probably feel better about it if you pick somethin' yourself.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Okay fine. Give him a second to scroll through this godforsaken garbage list]

What are off limits for you?

[liftoft]

...Nothing that's gonna seriously injure--uh, anybody. You, me, anybody random...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just laughs as he keeps scrolling]

You want to introduce a third party from the start? Bold.

[liftoft]

No! I just mean--hell, you know what the audience can be like. No bystanders, that's all.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Scrolling. Awful. Scrolling. Bad. Scrolling. Is that even physically possible?

Oh.

There we go.

Clicks off the screen and tosses the phone back to X]

Then I've found something that meets your conditions. Close your eyes.

[liftoft]

[ Probably lots are gonna be physically impossible or at least inadvisable

Unsure how he feels about closing his eyes but. Well. He agreed to this. It's fine. It's great.

It's great. ]

Right... leavin' it in your hands here, man.

[ closing his yes. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[There is the sharp laughter of someone having too much fun (SPOILER: It's Intensity) and then two pieces of heavy metal clamp around X's shoulders and try to take off with him in the air.

This is what you get for letting him pick]

[liftoft]

[ shouts in surprise, hands flying up to grab at the claws around his shoulders, completely taken by surprise ]

[liftoft]

[ and then breaks out laughing, as soon as he gets over the shock. He keeps his grip tight, but this is so much better ]