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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 1:00 am
They said putting money aside for rainy days was good practice, and Reine agreed with that- but for a different type of 'rainy' day, the type that involved a deluge of tears, that money was best used on ice-cream. Not just any ice-cream, either: it had to be Häagen-Dazs.
If Ben and Jerry were acquaintances, Häagen-Dazs was the best friend Reine had growing up. She shared all her sorrows with him- all of them, and in turn he always managed to comfort her somehow. Maybe they were just meant to be. And so, when the life trainee heard there was a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice-cream up for grabs, she knew it was some kind of a sign, and considering the senior trainee agreed to trade it to her for only half a year of duties? It was a good deal.
So the tub sat in the fridge in the communal lounge for a week, and Reine visited it daily, sometimes with a spoon that she never ended up using. No- she had to save it for when she was really upset, and hopefully that was before the ice-cream actually expired. Until then, at least, she would keep waiting- maybe today would be the day, or possibly tomorrow, or the day after.. Reine had never before found herself hoping that something bad would happen to her, but ice-cream? It did things to you.
With a happy sigh, she stepped into the lounge again for her daily visit to the fridge- maybe today she'd spend half an hour with her head just stuck in the freezer, admiring the tub of ice-cream and pretending she was eating it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:19 am
Reine really should have been a Mist trainee. No really, she should have: she would have appreciated the private Mist lounge's private stash of Haagen- Dazs as much as any other female potentially that-time-of-the-month Mist Hunter.
There were two unfortunate problems with both of the statements. One: because Justin.
And two, because Justin.
Who was currently in the common rooms - the left wing common rooms, doing what he called a guild supplies raid for mats. He may or may not have had several stashes of items all stacked around him, his version of organizing the mats for the guild bank of course. To his left was what looked like Sour Cream, Cottage Cheese, Soy Good Soy Milk, and three cartons of Orange Juice. To the right were a few cartons smaller in size, a Breyer's Ice Cream, a large tub of no-name Vanilla Yoghurt Ice Cream, and a very small but noticeable tub of Haagen-Dazs. It was very obvious that they had been out of the fridge for a while, as the ice cream from the Breyer's carton was currently leaking in liquid form.
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danse-hexe rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:48 am
"Hey, Justin." The first thing Reine noticed on entering the lounge: the mist trainee, sitting on the floor some way away from the fridge. She had no idea what he was doing, stacks of food surrounding him, but from what she remembered he did have a rather large appetite, considering all those pizzas and sandwiches and whatnot...
Well, maybe he just wanted to build sandcastles or something. Maybe he could even keep her company, silently, as she spent her quality time with her ice-cream. The life trainee had learned from experience that trying too hard with Justin just didn't work out- he could do whatever he wanted, and even if she couldn't understand what he said at times, she could just attribute whatever meaning she wanted to his words, that was only fair, right?
Right. Stepping past him, Reine opened the freezer, stuck her head in, and inhaled, as if she could smell the ice-cream. It was heavenly, she could almost taste it, but when she opened her eyes, the freezer was empty.. and as she was coming to terms with the fact that her precious tub of ice-cream wasn't there, she could feel chills all over, this couldn't really be happening, no no no-- wheeling around, Reine stared blankly at Justin, until she noticed a very, very familiar tub of ice-cream sitting on his right, and then it clicked.
With a loud, shrill scream, she threw herself at him, and tackled him to the ground. If the ice-cream hadn't already melted, it would melt now- Reine was practically burning with raaaaaaaaaaage.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 1:47 pm
"Yo, Reine." Justin said reflexively, as if they met like this every single day, as he pondered whether or not liquids counted as potion alchemy mats or engineering mats. Tentatively, he began to put them all together when-
- There was a loud screech, similar to a Netherwing dragon when one was stealing their egg, only possibly louder and screechier, as Reine pretty much tackled Justin. Supply mats went flying everywhere on the ground, the soy milk mixing with the ketchup mixing with the soy sauce mixing with the.... yeah, the two trainees were going to have to do some laundry duty after this.
After a little bit of wiggling and self-extraction, Reine screeching like a banshee the entire time, Justin, managed to push both his legs out at least, so that he was staring somewhere around the Life trainee's belly level-
- A Moon Hunter that was probably just wanting to pick up her snacks she left in the lounge stepped into the room, took one long, hard look at Reine and Justin, and slowly, slowly stepped out, politely closing the door behind her without another word.
Awkward silence.
And then Justin. "Wait wait wait! I can explain!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 5:56 pm
In all her rage Reine could barely think straight, and all she was focused on was.. well, Justin really, and how to kill him. There weren't even any words to describe how she felt, and all that came out, really, were strings of what sounded like extremely screechy gibberish, though Justin might have managed to make out some profanities somewhere if his ears weren't already ringing from Reine yelling right in his face.
.. and then someone else walked in, and Reine was suddenly acutely aware that this... actually looked really embarrassing, they were all covered in food and oh god, grosssss, was that.. was that ketchup in her hair?! The life trainee sniffled, relaxed her grip on Justin's shirt just the tiniest bit and stared at him until the door closed. The littlest bit of the awareness she had of their situation suggested she maybe get off him, but she couldn't let him get off this easily, especially not when..
She caught sight of the small tub of precious ice-cream, now lying on the ground in a pool of she-didn't-even-want-to-know-what, and Reine practically broke down, sitting down and sobbing hysterically.
I can explain--
Her head swiveled back to him in slow-motion and she stared at him coldly, before grabbing his shirt again and pulling him up so his face was right in front of hers.
"Explain?" Her grip on his shirt tightened. "Explain? What the ******** do you think you can explain."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 6:19 pm
Sometimes, even Justin could remember very very very small details. Like the fact that Reine was a serious gamer. You know, one of those types. Yeah. Oh, boy.
He took a deep breath and may or may not have fidgeted, trying to shuffle away from her a little further. Oh god, skirt don't look up, don't look up, blessed white pan-
- "MATS" Justin may or may not have said very loudly, face turning slightly red. Pixel graphics are not, they were still really convincing: those game developers must have had a little too much time and a little too much budget to spend. He would not be distracted though, he would persevere. "I am organizing the mats in the guilds vaults, so you can arrange them by their appropriate tiers." That's right, think of what he was really here for. "Did you know that your guild had several perfectly good unopened potions just sitting right next to all the half-used items? Think of what will happen on the next raid if that item has only one use left instead of the fifty charges!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 6:31 pm
"Mats," Reine repeated, thoughtfully, as if she understood what he was saying. "Mats, of course."
She paused, analysing the rest of his words as best as she could, glaring at him threateningly as he struggled a little more.
"Do you remember what I told you about rules."
Granted, her memories of that whole experience were slightly fuzzy, and she'd woken up sitting on the floor of the life labs, wondering what had happened, until she remembered, oh right- Justin happened.
"Rule one: you leave the perfectly good unopened potions unopened", she hissed, "Or I will touch all of your hotkeys, all at once."
That had seemed to terrify him, so hopefully it'd work again this time. She was really just winging it, completely unsure of what she was actually doing, except raging.
"Think of what will happen on the next raid if the.." what had he called himself-- "Tank is in the infirmary, with all his bones broken. Because I am going to do that if you don't leave my potions alone, do you get me."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 11:49 pm
Oh good, she understand then. It wasn't until Justin got to the part about Reine touching all of his hotkeys, oh god his cooldowns, nooooooooo that his face went from mildly pleasant to extremely horrified. All at once? Really? How could she even think of doing this to him, oh god, she wasn't really a GM was she? She couldn't actually get onto his account and shift or move all his hotkeys around..... could she?
"Crystal clear." He gulped, backing up just a little more. Who knew what GMey wrath looked like in this expansion. "But wait how do I know which potions are perfectly good unopened ones as opposed to you know, semi-good unopened ones?" Justin had, at one point, made a list, left it somewhere, and then forgot where he had left it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 12:37 am
"Good," Reine scowled, though she wasn't about to let him go just quite yet, they were nowhere near close enough to done with this conversation. Shifting slightly, she crossed her arms in front of her and glared at him, maybe the ice-cream wasn't salvageable anymore but---
Okay, that was more than just a 'maybe', it was a definitely, and the shards of Reine's broken heart splintered into a thousand more fragments each. It hurt so bad thinking of what could have been, if Justin hadn't come between them. They could have.. they could have had it all.
Blinking back her tears, she turned to him again.
"Unopened potions stay unopened, and you see.." Reaching towards the side, Reine held on to Justin's shirt to keep her balance, and grabbed the gross, leaky tub of Haagen Dazs, then held it to his face.
"See what this says, this says REINE WALKER, that's my name, and that also means you don't touch it." Yes, she had labelled her ice-cream, with not just one but five different coloured stickers, top, bottom, sides... Justin really had no excuse, unless he couldn't read.. but of course he could, he had to be able to read, he wasn't Robert. He had no excuse.
"You know what I traded for this potion, Justin? Six months worth of duties. And you just completely damaged my potion, protip, if something is in the fridge-" she jabbed a finger at the rectangular object behind them, just to make it clear, "you don't take it out for more than five minutes."
She was pretty sure all the food around them had already gone bad, which made it ten times as gross. Uuuughhhh. Right after this, she was going to take a shower. A nice, long, hot shower.
"So anyway. How are you going to pay me back?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 6:38 pm
Justin's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates, maybe even dessert plates (you know, from the Cheesecake Factory), as Reine elaborated how long it had taken her just to get that item. He felt suddenly really, really bad. He didn't realize it was a raid achievement item and had just moved it around like that and now she would never get one of the same again.
"Well," He began, fidgeting a bit, "How about.... how about...." A sudden lightbulb. "Oh, oh oh, pick me pick me! If you you and I both participate in these raids - I mean, of course -" Here, he used air quotes - "Missions, I think there will be twice the drop rate for the item which means, it would only take us three months."
He was so proud of himself for doing the entire math too.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 9:47 pm
If Justin expected to be able to pacify Reine with that offer, he was completely wrong. She glared at him a while longer, before sitting back and regarding him almost appraisingly. The overall conclusion was that it was simply not enough, doing missions did not guarantee quality ice-cream. And she would still have to do those six months of duties.
Reine shuddered, suddenly feeling immensely regretful. In a situation like this one, a good tub of ice-cream could perhaps have fixed everything- the issue, however, was that there was no more ice-cream, thanks to a certain mist trainee.
And therefore, by her calculations, Justin owed her two tubs of Haagen Dazs ice-cream. How he planned to obtain them was completely up to him, as long as he did manage to do it- and if he did, she might even let him have a spoonful, or two if she was feeling particularly generous.
"All right," she said, though she was most certainly not agreeing with his proposition. "You work with me, we do these missions, and I get to keep the loot." On second thought, loot sounded like such a negative word. As if they were planning to rob people.
Her face was as serious as ever as she raised her fist, sticking her pinky out, as if expecting some kind of reaction out of him.
"Promise."
Ice-cream was serious business, okay. So serious.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 12:05 am
"Wait, wait wait, back up." Now, Justin was generally a nice guy when it came to raiding and loot share, but all of the loot? Now that was just unreasonable. "How about this, we work out a loot system based on a simple DKP our guild used to run. Each mob spawn represents one DKP, and if you're a tank and pull the adds, then you auto get 10DKP, also depending your current gearscore, gem slots, and last look distribution, we could add or subtract a few DKP to create an even sharing system." He thought it sounded fair. "Oh, and I can still work with you, its just you know, you have to learn to share. I know you're a serious gamer and all-"
- Oh crap, he didn't mean to say the last part out loud. Justin quickly shut up, putting on his best innocent face. "I mean-nothing!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 12:35 am
Justin had lost her at 'Wait, wait wait, back up.'
That she did at least do, shifting to sit beside him. One hand reached out to grab his wrist, though- not so much an affectionate gesture as just to make sure he didn't try to run away before the whole thing regarding her ice-cream had been settled.
His words did have a different sort of impact on her, though. Reine's expression had lost most of its aggressiveness, she simply stared at him, sulking slightly. Did he really just say she needed to learn to share? She thought it was fair that he pay her back, okay, fine, maybe all the loot was too much to ask but.. but...
Reine hadn't even caught the last thing Justin said. She just stared at him with the saddest, saddest puppy-dog eyes, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks anytime. It was almost like she'd just... lost a shoe.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:55 pm
Maybe because Justin had been playing MMO's a little too long, or maybe it was just because Justin, but unfortunately, the Mist trainee was not very dedicated in the art of subtle expressions.
He paused for a second in mid-lecture, explaining the difference in DKP systems between Burning Crusade, Wrath of the Lich King, and more recently, the T12 items for Cataclysm, to stare confused as the other simply gave him the weirdest expression. "Um." Wow. This was awkward. He put one hand to the back of his neck. "Do you..... do you need to go pee?"
Maybe that would explain her face. "I can... just wait here while you go afk you know, no biggie."
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:53 am
"No I--"
She stared at Justin, completely exasperated and exhausted. Why did this always happen when she was around him? No one.. not even Robert had this effect on her.
"I just want my ice-cream," Reine whined, starting to sniffle. She didn't want to have to deal with all this stuff, she wasn't even angry anymore, just tired and cranky and okay, maybe she actually did need to go pee, why did Justin have to bring that up.
"And you destroyed it so it's all your fault, I hate you, I..." She was actually crying by this time, acting like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum. It wasn't like her to be this emotional, really, but this was about ice-cream and Justin had gone way past her tolerance limit and essentially broken the bottle that Reine usually kept all her feelings in.
Seconds later the life trainee was bawling, both hands clutching Justin's coat as she sobbed and ranted about ice-cream. If he wanted to talk about his stupid DKP stuff, fine, she'd let him do that, so it was her turn now. And he had better be listening.
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