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 Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 12:48 am
Were she just a little more level-headed, Mimsy might have been able to excuse what Dakota was saying. But some of his wording made her feel even more scandalized, and she looked at him with deep concern.
"Listen." Her brows knit and she stumbled again, saved from falling by the arm around her. "You are saying a lot of contradictory things and you aren't making much sense to me right now. You never do, so I guess that is okay. And you--wait, down for--"
Before she could dig herself into a deeper hole of confusion, someone else was pulling her away. She clutched Lucky's shoulders and looked at him with an intensity far greater than this moment needed.
"Lucky." She blinked a couple of times until he was in focus. "I want you to know something. I don't want to sleep with you either. That was not why I sent you that text. I have grossly mistaken the intent of this party."
Now that the awkward things were out of the way, she blinked at him a few more times so his form made sense again.
"Anyway. What is the problem?"
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 1:04 am
"I- nooo. Vhat?" He was caught somewhere between complete confusion and nervous laughter. He put his hands on her shoulders - and maneuvered her about six inches farther away. "No."
"No. Listen." He leaned in (but not that close, or she'd get the wrong idea) so as to make sure to limit the mass hysteria. "Remember the cave in the vater, vith shadows and mazes and very annoying and smelling of old fish? I found object there, magic object. And I maaaay have lost it in this room."
He cleared his throat a little.
"Also, uh, you must drink pickle juice. Cure the hangover. Yes, you vill have hangover." He patted her awkwardly on the back in the most platonic way he could think of. "You thank me later."
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 1:11 am
"No. I dunno," Harrison answered Melvin gruffly.
He started answering Rep without even registering the question.
"Of course I love you."
He looked up through his hands, confused.
"I never thought that. I mean, every day we got together's a good day for me, no matter what kind of s**t we're in. Maybe not the Sahara. But even then I'd have just gotten e-eaten and scooped out by b-bugs while I was knocked out-"
He looked pale and had to take a moment,
"I don't want to die like that, any way's better than that."
He took a breath and pressed on, not entirely by choice,
"I don't think about being with other people instead. I don't want anybody else. Do you still think about that settling s**t? I told you, you had first shot at it. You could name any random celebrity guy and they wouldn't come close to measuring up, we're partners, we do something, we go somewhere, it's together. You okay? Why would you ask me something like that in the first place?"
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 1:20 am
Rep seemed to relax more and more as Harrison went on, things he had needed to hear for quite a while without room for doubt. He didn't outwardly show his relief in anything other than a smile and a sip of his drink.
"I'm ok." he said, and he was, now. "You just. Didn't seem like you could lie. I just wanted to address some irrational doubts and s**t. Opportunism man."
He rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, mildly distressed himself at Harrison's anxiety at the sahara being aired around people who didn't generally need to know. "I think it's the ring."
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 1:21 am
Oh, something was up. Something magical, and Melvin moved in and found himself a chair as to not strain himself. He had been on his way back to his room to rest up, but to hell with that idea. He wanted his early Christmas.
Not even bothering with a drink (shared bars meant any number of mouths could have touched those bottles), Melvin listened with interest at what was being said. The questions seemed to be YES or NO, but with elaboration.
"You don't know? Well then how about a test." He smiled.
"One. Do you bite the pillow in this pairing?" That was a Yes or NO question. Now to test if he could ask general questions not limited to yes or no.
"Two. Name a few embarrassing things about yourself?"
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 1:23 am
<...and noooow you kiss him!>
"Shut up," Mimsy muttered, realizing way too late that she'd said that aloud. She gave Lucky an apologetic look and tapped her head. "Not you. I mean..." She tapped more vigorously.
There was a silver lining in this, at least, in finding out that Lucky both understood that she hadn't meant that, and that he was as opposed to the idea as she was. At least something was making sense.
Then it took a wide turn back into senselessness. She paused for a while as she tried to put all of the pieces together. Cave. Water. Fish. He must have found something other than the books she had seen, because there were no books lying around. Just her notebook, and she was fairly certain that wasn't an artifact.
"Right, yes. So...what are we looking for? Pickle juice?"
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 1:46 am
 Lucky gave her another nervous smile and nod, and added a few more inches to the width of the empty space between them. "Do you feel okay?" He hesitated to check her temperature with his hand. This wasn't the Mimsy he knew and frequently relied on. He tried to think what could be going on to make everyone suddenly crazier than the usual level of crazy. He had no idea what the ring did, but he couldn't imagine something so ancient had just been stashed away on account of making everyone near it unreasonably drunk. "Maybe there is something in drinks. I did not put there," he added sharply. And then it clicked. Dakota.Of course. God damn it. "Nnn-noo. Actually. Vhy don't you... vait here... and..." He didn't even bother to make an excuse as he began taking a few careful steps back. He was on his own for this one. He held his hands up toward Mimsy. "Just... stay."
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 1:48 am
A light was dawning.
Harrison looked at Rep in amazement, then immediately started working the ring off his finger.
He gave Melvin an ugly look at the word test.
"I don't like to make threats because I don't like people to expect it or have a precedent when I stab them. Right now I'm feeling pretty vulnerable, and this isn't fun for me. So-"
He glowered as the questions came anyway, twisting harder.
"Nobody bites any pillows, but if you're asking who likes taking it up the a**-"
The ring came free with a pop.
Harrison hesitated, like he wasn't sure if he might start talking any second.
"...It's none of your business?" he tested.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 6:30 am
Eight omg can't leave u guys alone for a minute i stg Tuck's eyes narrowed just the slightest as Nevada slipped away from him, but his attention soon snapped back to Candace. He grinned as he took hold of her hand and gave it a shake. "I keep gettin' compliments like this and I'll start thinkin' I'm real hot s**t," Tuck chuckled - and then he happened to overhear Harrison's comment and both brows rose. He didn't respond, merely glanced at his drink before setting the glass down on the countertop. Nope.Tuck idly scratched his stomach and grinned down at Candace. "Some party, huh?"
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 7:47 am
Rep tensed up more and more the longer Harrison spoke until his fingernails were biting into his palms and he was strongly considering covering Harrison's mouth. But at the last second. The very ******** last second, he got the ring off. Just a few seconds longer didn't even ******** bear thinking about.
He exhaled.
"Gimme that." he said irritably, snatching the ring and eyeing it. It didn't look particularly remarkable but he hadn't noticed the runes along the edges.
He put it on, though only to be sure that it really was the cause of all the ******** havoc but was ready to take it off again at a moment's notice. "Ask me something simple." he said .
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 8:12 am
"Hey Rep!"
This from Tuck.
"You like my body?"
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 8:19 am
Rep didn't feel any different with the ring on, it just felt like a ring, no different from the engagement ring on his opposite hand.
"Heh it must no actually affect me." he said delightedly.
And then Tuck spoke up. He didn't intend to answer him but his mouth had other ideas.
"Oh aye man, its ******** top tier. Abs you could ******** grate cheese on, dark exotic skin, ******** delicious. I don't actually know your ******** name, just that you have a body that doesn't ******** quit. I don't know your name - I just mentally call you eye candy."
He stared at the ring in complete shock, trying to decide if he really just said that out loud or if he was just thinking very loudly instead. The look of dawning horror only increased.
"I didn't ******** mean to say that out loud. ******** this ring does work." he shot Harrison an anxious glance. "I don't want to ******** him! I just want to think about it."
Nope.
He started trying to get the ******** ring off, but it had only just slid on, and it didn't want to come back off easily.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 8:22 am
Tuck looked utterly shocked at the sudden fount of intriguing information that came out of Rep's mouth, and after tossing a grin in Candace's direction he turned back to Rep.
"Exotic skin, man? Delicious?"
He pulled up the hem of his shirt and peered down at his belly.
"Exotic skin. I like the sound of that. What about my a**, man?"
Tuck spun an about face.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 8:39 am
Getting the ring off got more and more urgent but it frankly didn't want to budge. His voice jumped up several octaves as he yelped. "It was strictly a what if mental situation! I was just thinking if I met you before, I'd hit you like the fist of an angry god, but it isn't! I'm loyal oh my god. William why the ******** do you have such FAT FINGERS?!"
And now Tuck was asking about his a**. Rep wanted to die, emitting a low whine like a distressed dog, the more anxious he got though, the faster he spoke. "It's the kind of a** I like to describe as grabbable, no quite as ******** perfect as Ace or Jordan's though maybe I'm a little ******** biased, they are somewhere beyond grabbable. Is <********> a term? I don't think your a** is ******** standards, maybe with work it could get there. I'm ******** picky about the arses I like though. I'm a connoisseur. " His expression was shell shocked to say the least, someone needed to stop him pretty ******** fast. "I keep wondering if you have dimples on your a** as well as your face."
"I can't get this ring off oh my ******** god it won't come off, I am going to have to murder every ******** witness in this room, the trainees should be easy but it might be a pain in the arse killing Jerry, though I'd be doing him a favour and Dakota might be a speed bump along the way but a lot of people need to die really ******** fast. Does anyone have any butter to get this s**t OFF?"
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 8:47 am
" ... dimples?"
Jordan had stopped just inside the door. If his eyebrows had been able to climb right off his face, they would have done so.
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