double your live, double your fun

[unbr8kable]

Who: Everyone
Where: Just outside the hotel
When: Day 30, early morning

[There're a table and some chairs set up outside of the front entrance. Hurricane and Nemesis are seated there like those kids looking for passers-by to sign their petitions or sponsor animals. A modest sign in front says "Free Cheer"]

Buttpats! Get'cher buttpats here!

Pep talks, dude, don't give people the wrong idea.

It's not for us to say what motivates people. I mean, in this case it kind of literally is, but whatever.

Anyway, stop on by and gimme a couple of words. Whatever you pick, I’ll do the whole motivational speech thing about it.

And I swear to help out, or if there's something else you need, I guess. Either way, points.

[The app indicates this is a double live.]

Comments

[unbr8kable]

Kinda sounds like you don't need anybody's help with that part.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Are you discriminating against me? I thought this was an equal opportunity butt patting.

[unbr8kable]

Yes, this is an egalitarian ass-touching zone. But you've gotta think of the spirit of the thing. You gotta tell what you need reassurance on so I know where to direct my tender mercies.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What? Can't I just order the house special?

What kind of third-rate establishment are you running here?

[unbr8kable]

One good enough for you to waltz on in and plop your ass down.

But sure, I can recycle a pep talk for you. "Don't let the laws of nature hold you down. You are the very best cat boy, so go out and strut."

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

Did you just recycle a Whisky pep talk at me?

[unbr8kable]

Wait, what? No. I can reuse it again?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Do that.

[Props his chin in his hand]

I'm waiting.

[unbr8kable]

To be called a sassy cat boy? That's B's jam. For you-- Hmm.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Need some help?

[unbr8kable]

You trying to do my job?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I think I'm qualified.

[unbr8kable]

Pretty sure everyone you've ever met thinks you're qualified.

I had to think on what to say. I appreciate that when shit started going down with your team you didn't head out for cigarettes and never returned. Team work's a hassle even in the best situation, and this not-best situation includes a lot of work that's maybe not in your wheelhouse. But you really seem to be pulling it together. Maybe it doesn't mean all that much from me, but...good job, keep it up.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

[I hate you.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Fuck, Nemesis. What is he even supposed to say to that?]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Do you have them on you? ... The cigarettes, I mean.

[unbr8kable]

["thanks for the points"?]

...Hadn't thought that'd be the vice you'd end up going for.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is that a no?

[unbr8kable]

It's kind of an "ix-nay on the oking-smay"? Not the place?

[gestures around]

--But also, yeah I'm not. You gotta take a walk if you're hoping to bum one.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What? Is your team mom going to come and scold you?

[unbr8kable]

Remember when that was you? 'Cause I do, it was definitely only a few days ago.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh fuck off.

Are we taking a walk then?

Think Hurricane can handle this little lemonade stand for a few minutes?

[unbr8kable]

Yeah... He'll be good.

[she does make sure to explicitly tell hurricane she's going before heading off, leaning in to exchange a few words before leaving with a wave. then she leads intensity down the street towards one of the other empty buildings]

So?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So?

. . .

You get your own shit sorted out?

[unbr8kable]

[waves a hand, though whether it's a "never mind that" or a "so-so" gesture is uncertain]

More or less. Speaking of Team Mom, Cardigan's got me doing all this extra training now. So that's fun. Guess it's something to do. You?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[No. You don't get to do that a second time. Fuck off]

Training for what?