Mingle time!

[heavyliesthecrown]

Who: Idols
Where: Everywhere
When: Day 443; Whenever

[ So I heard we got some newbies. Let's release them into the wild! ]

Comments

[outofoffice]

That's true, I'm me and you're you.

I'm not sure how that relates to the other comment, though.

[sangreine]

You always know what I mean. [ Not an accusation, just a statement of plain fact. ]

[outofoffice]

[ Sorry m'am but he does not speak "Saya is anything but wonderful" ]

Well, just this one time, you have me stumped!

[ Ding! Now arriving at . . . Zrael. ]

[sangreine]

No I -- [ oh wait they're here-- ]

[ Wait. ]

[ She gets one step out of the elevator before she stops dead. She may be docile but good luck tugging her now. ]

Not here.

[outofoffice]

Ehhh?

[ Pausing just outside the elevator ]

How come? I really wanted to sleep in the stormy sky room . . .

[sangreine]

[ Her mouth works silently for a few moments ]

Not my room, though. Right?

[outofoffice]

No, but-- is something wrong with your room?

[sangreine]

Yes. I don't want to sleep in there.

[ But they're not though, right? She uses her phone to unlock the door. ]

[outofoffice]

I do like the rainy sky better . . .

[ Nudging her in that direction once they're in.

Fortunately, being anywhere within the dorm is sufficient. ]

I didn't realize you had such strong feelings about your own room.

[sangreine]

I didn't. It was lonely, that's all. But then something happened that I don't want to think about.

Besides, I have other places where I need to be -- wait, no. [ She thinks for a second. ] Other places I should be... or could be.

[outofoffice]

[ Into the nap room-- ]

Is this one of them?

[sangreine]

I mean, you're here, so sure.

[ She manages a little smile, a sad imitation of her usual exuberance. ]

[outofoffice]

Hehe . . . your words are a gift. Thank you.

[ Shoving her over onto a pillow pile and proceeding to bury her in MORE pillows ]

[sangreine]

You're wel-- [ b-buried! ]

[ Her reflexes may be too dulled to avoid the pillow pile but she shoves the pillows off quickly enough. ] Hey. [ Congrats you shook half a feeling out of her, A+ ]

[outofoffice]

Now, now! This is a very important part of the napping ritual that you're disrupting!

[sangreine]

What? Really?

[ One would hope he's prepared to pay for this later on, in full. ]

Sorry. What ritual? [ Laying back down again like a sucker ]

[outofoffice]

It's a ritual that goes back to time immemorial. It's been passed down with utmost joy and respect for generations! I must now pass it along to you.

[ Absolutely make him suffer later, he will deserve it. ]

First, you recline upon a throne of pillows. Second, you cover yourself in even more pillows so that their warm, comforting weight might help ease your troubled mind. A blanket goes atop all of this, to keep such happy energies contained within the pile. Soothing music, storytelling, or cuddling are optional at this juncture, but encouraged.

[sangreine]

That sounds ridiculous. More like a trap than a ritual.

[ And just waiting there with absolutely no sense of irony. ]

[outofoffice]

[ lmao ]

But it's a comfy trap, you have to admit!

[ Once he's satisfied with the amount of pillows he's buried her under, he flops directly onto the pile ]

[sangreine]

I guess it -- [ aaaand bounced on. Luckily she's built for taking horrific abuse such as this. ]

This is not cuddling. [ She sounds as disappointed as it's possible for her to sound. ]

[outofoffice]

[ THIS IS PROOF OF PROGRESS, RIGHT?? ]

Hmmm~? Did you want something more, then?

[sangreine]

[ She may be emotionless but she's not dead ]

Don't I always?

[outofoffice]

Hmmm . . . yes, but never as much as you think.

[ He's burrowing under the pillows to join her properly, though. ]

[sangreine]

What does that mean? [ She doesn't sound insulted because she can't, it's a painfully earnest question. ]

[outofoffice]

It means that, under normal circumstances, you worry far too much about what you ask of others.