One evening, when every member of the Dark Mirror Court looks either into their compact mirror, a message flashes before their eyes in delicate script.
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Three evenings from now, on the seventh hour, attend to the Common Room within the Mirrorspace. You shall enjoin in an evening of camaraderie and socialization with your fellows of the dark mirror, strengthening our bonds through chatter and games. Also, bring a dish or drinks.
The message flashes for each member once and briefly, but sticks to their mind well. It did not appear to be a command and nothing would befall those who chose to ignore the summons, but there was some firm wording in there. Those who elected to come would find easy passage into the Mirrorspace, while those of the basic senshi level who needed assistance would find the Prince there to assist in gaining entrance.
Once in the Common Room, senshi would find the place to be outfitted like a proper party. Long tables lined the walls and circular tables made to fit five or six dotted along the room, strangely reflective tablecloths covering each of them. The long tables with placemats upon them, ready and waiting to receive the dishes brought by partygoers, plates and empty cups sitting on the ends of the long tables for use. Beyond the circular tables was a dance floor, bright lights reflecting off the surface to create a mesmerizing rainbow of colors that shifted and pulsed with the sounds of music coming from mirrors along the wall that contained floating instruments.
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At the far end of the room, standing near the black doors to the Throne Room, stood a lone senshi draped in purples and black. At times they were in discussion with the Prince, and at other times they stood just watching the proceedings, quiet and waiting.
To those who looked, they were a newer senshi to the court, seen mostly either at their own awakening or during the broken mirror episode of the court when battle had been done with a great beast. Otherwise, a fresh face!
Kore couldn't believe her eyes as a message flashed before her eyes. "What on earth..." she said as she read the message. She almost couldn't believe what she was reading. Part of her thought it might be a trap, but the other part figured what would be the harm in meeting some new people. After all she didn't know many.
Really now that she thought of it, she didn't know anyone else. She was so into kendo and kickboxing lately that her Senshi duties were slacking. Majorly.
She let out a deep breath and quickly headed home. Before she did she found somewhere to temporarily shift to her civilian form.
She knew no one would be around so she quickly prepared some Gyoza with pork, chicken, and just vegatables. Once they were done she put them on a platter with some soy sauce on the side. Once they were wrapped up and safe. She headed off first into an alley to transform, and then off to the Common Room within the Mirrorspace."Well here goes nothing, please don't be a trap," she said as she teleported off.
Once she arrived she was surprised to see everything around her looked like a grand party. She grasped her party platter tightly. It reminded her a little of the matsuri's she went to when she visited her grandparents. She could feel herself feeling a little more calm as she continued to look around the area.
Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2024 9:30 pm
Super Murikabushi Action: Dropping off food, then labeling the pizza.
Powering up backstage after a show was always such a smart idea……until it wasn’t.
Oh, it still accomplished the primary objective of getting Reiki’s makeup off his mug with significantly less fuss and pointless waste than taking it off in the normal way. But when he’d done the thing three nights ago, hoping to power down immediately afterward and just go. home., Reiki found himself staring at a message that made one of his eyelids twitch. A party in Mirrorspace—god, what would they think of next?
Worse, the phrasing in the “invitation” had reminded him unavoidably of Greg, in the way where he’d used twenty-five dollar words rather than more compact ones. Dark Mirror senshi who’d gone to law school? Maybe. Or maybe they just did some kind of “Regency romance novel with vampires” LARP s**t in their free time. Not Reiki’s problem, though.
On the night indicated in the invitation, Reiki made two stops for food. At Gertrude’s, right across the street from Scandal’s, he picked up a chocolate fudge cake with the house homemade frosting, already sliced up so nobody could get precious about whether or not anybody else was cutting up too large a piece. At Cut My Life In Two Pizzas, he picked up a stack of cheap pies: one strictly cheese, one pepperoni, one vegetarian (but with actual vegetables instead of just cheese), and one with teriyaki chicken and pineapple for the freaks and weirdos who might’ve been into that.
He didn’t want to show up to Mirrorspace. Even lingering in front of a full-length mirror in an alley he knew all too well, Reiki considered trying his luck with finding Alkmene or that Neptune Squire who’d been an a*****e some months back or somebody—anybody—who might just hate him for Existing While Dark Mirror.…… But if he didn’t go drop off the food, maybe his social streak would bite him in the a**. Maybe somebody he knew in the Court would notice him missing and make A Whole Thing about it.
…………Whatever, Reiki told himself as he sucked it up and strutted into the mirror. Just because he was taking them food didn’t mean he had to stay.
Glancing around the Common Room as he slipped in, Reiki took a deep breath and silently cursed his inability to ever make a quiet entrance. Didn’t matter that he kept his mouth shut nor that he didn’t look for too long at any of the other guests; a 6’4” glamazon (not counting his heels) with fabulous skirts and legs that went all the way up didn’t get much of a chance to hide, anywhere. Still, as he made his way to one of the tables with the place-settings for food, Reiki tried to manifest a vibe of Move along, folks, nothing to see here.
It was, suffice to say, not a vibe that came to him naturally. A huge part of his performance art and creative calling consisted of the exact opposite behavior: making himself the biggest spectacle in the room. Trying to move quietly and shrink in on himself as much as possible felt, to Reiki, about as natural as restylane lip fillers.
But this situation didn’t have to be forever. It didn’t. None of this did. With a soft sigh, Reiki set the cake aside on one setting so people could start going at it. As he reached into his subspace for a Sharpie, he kept his head down and his eyes to himself. He would just scribble down which box had which flavor (as well as which ones were kosher) and then see himself out. That way, he’d done what had been requested of him, nobody could hold it against him that he hadn’t done his part, and he could clear out.
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Prince Remarque Action: Watching Murikabushi, waving to greet Kore, hanging back near Telesto; brought catered sandwich platters and is/has been helping Basic Senshi get to Mirrorspace if they don't have a ride
Being a basic Dark Mirror Senshi was difficult, because it meant that you were likely to miss out on all of the interesting happenings in Mirrorspace unless you had someone to walk you there. He remembered how frustrating it was–being able to walk through mirrors, but not being able to stop in Mirrorspace. He’d grown, quickly, and was glad to be rewarded with the ability to visit.
He’d never been good at asking for help, but even now he could admit that maybe it was for the best. Mirrorspace was dangerous, it might be too easy for an inexperienced Senshi to get lost.
Remarque had offered to ferry basic Dark Mirror Senshi who needed a right to Telesto’s get together with the specific intention to make sure they got to interaction. He was more used to Acubens’ enthusiasm for get-togethers; Remarque was always glad to see other Dark Mirror Senshi, especially when it wasn’t because they needed to go fix something.
Mirrorspace was one of the few places where he didn’t bother keeping to his Eternal form. Here, they were safe. He didn’t worry that there were enemies lurking, especially not in the common room.
He wasn’t much for dancing, or music, but he appreciated a good get together. He’d arrived with several sandwich platters, just because it was easy. He didn’t go with anything fancy, just a few of the most popular sandwiches from a local catering place, cut into three inch pieces. He’d spent most of his time so far chatting with Telesto, or disappearing to ferry in anyone who wanted a ride.
He liked seeing new faces, and old faces, and faces he recognized but didn’t quite know yet.
He didn’t like the way Murikabushi seemed so withdrawn and curled in on himself. Though he’d only met him briefly, he had the distinct impression he’d be looking for the spotlight, not trying to hide from it. His eyes lingered briefly, questioningly, but Remarque was doing his best to take in everyone and assess who was doing what.
A purple haired Senshi (Kore) had arrived too, and though he hadn’t seen her since he’d had to call for help, he was glad to see her here now. He waved a hand in greeting, though was slow to pull himself from the wall. He seemed slightly preoccupied–not unpleasantly so, but he was keeping an eye on things. He'd have to try and actually get her name this time.
The mirrors weren’t exploding and Mirrorspace seemed to be in good spirits, so far as he could tell.
Telesto had worked hard to prepare things for everyone, and Remarque wanted to see him succeed. It was hard to think he wouldn't when he'd already put so much into making sure tonight would go well.
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Remarque is open for interaction! If anyone has a basic senshi they need brought to Mirrorspace, you can handwave Remarque meeting up with them to bring them in or we can plot something!
Morpheus had decided to attend the party and he had brought a few dishes because he liked cooking, he had brought a broccoli cheese casserole, he had brought a platter of gingerbread cookies lightly iced and he had brought a cheese board which wasn't really cooking but he did like them as food. He walked carefully with his load of food packed up for travel, and then he sat the things down on the long table and started setting up his offerings properly. Once he was done he walked over to a chair in the common room and sat himself down.
He was not a social sort he was happy to let social flow around him. His mechanical bird was on his shoulder. His dream was a surreal one but he wasn't the dark mirror senshi of the surreal for nothing. He was comfortable with a dream that no one else could imagine coming true. He loved birds and he had sworn his life to the dark mirror faction so then he was going to fix his mirror space whatever it took.
He slipped into Mirrorspace, on one hand concerned that perhaps something else had woken up in its depths, again. When he saw several others appearing and one setting out pizza, he let himself relax, and made a beeline for the table. Hydrus nodded at Murikabushi and began to set out a selection of teas, cups and several thermoses. The super next to him gave off an air of 'please ignore my existence' and so he busied himself with marking out decaf and caffeinated teas.
He poured himself a cup of tea, as well as one for the super next to him, and then moved from the table.
Hydrus saw the fresh faced tall senshi next to Remarque, and suspected the was the one who'd put this whole affair together. And the one who'd used language taken out of the 1600s. Weird flex, especially given that he looked more like he'd been plucked out of some Chinese drama about cultivators than a standard senshi. (Not that Hydrus could complain, over here looking like a shinto priest).
He wasn't exactly sure what to do with the new face, but more members of the court were always appreciated. There actually seemed to be more the one new face here. Someone was doing the work of of expanding the court at least.
Hydrus had a sort of... love-hate relationship with the Court. While he was very happy to be in it - he kept his sense of self, and had no need to try to go back to his world to 'heal' it or whatever the White Moon did - he was really only friends with a few members, and usually only showed up when something had gone terribly wrong. He wasn't exactly a very social person. Then again, neither were many in the court it looked like, given how they sort of spread out around the common area.
They were real good at this whole friend thing, weren't they?
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2024 4:25 pm
Super Sailor Laon Action: Arriving with Arawn, setting down their fruit kebabs, speaking to Kore
Arrive with a dish, arrive with a dish? What do you make for people you want to impress? It had to be better than what he’d make for himself. How expensive was that going to be? What if they brought something someone else did, only it was worse?
Jett had seen him flipping through one of the old recipe books, and Laon had no doubt in his mind that he’d been making such a face that he’d known what he was thinking.
Which was probably why he’d given him an order number and asked him to pick it up for this get-together. ‘I hope you haven’t made anything yet, can you do me a favor?’ never sounded so good.
Laon and Arawn arrived with a display of fruit-kebabs, some candied, some dipped in chocolate, but all of them smelling delicious. And fresh. And–wow, there was already a whole table of food. He hoped his stomach didn’t growl.
His arm was hooked in Arawn’s, and even if he was nervous, he did his best to flash a warm smile to everyone.
They were supposed to meet other Senshi. They were supposed to make friends. There was no fighting tonight.
Poor Arawn looked more nervous than he did. They put the platters down carefully but he didn’t release Arawn’s arm.
He wanted to make a plate, but maybe it was too soon. He didn’t see everyone else with a plate so he waited–just for a moment!–and sucked in a breath.
Kore was the closest to them, and she looked like she was still taking everything in. She was a basic senshi–and a girl–so he hoped that would be less intimidating. “Hi,” he greeted. He’d seen her before, hadn’t he? In Mirrorspace, maybe. Oh, that wasn’t even–that was a horrible introduction. Okay, round two.
She was holding a platter of things he didn’t really recognize, but given the amount he supposed it was probably what she’d brought, not her plate. So he swallowed his nerves and asked, “What are those?”
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2024 5:48 pm
Super Sailor Arawn, Dark Mirror Senshi of Cŵn Annwn Action: Arriving with Laon. Baring his teeth at anyone who looks their way.
Arawn didn’t want to be there. He didn’t like other people. Other people didn’t usually like him. There were very few exceptions to that fact, and one was holding onto his arm at that very moment.
If it weren’t for Laon, and by extension Jett, Arawn would have been happy not knowing anyone in the court. They were just fine on their own. They didn’t need other people to rely on. They managed to do everything by themselves so far, anyway.
And what they couldn’t manage by themselves, they had Jett to help them out. By some mystery, Jett had been kind to them. Maybe he was just desperate that they kept gathering energy. No, Arawn liked Mirrorspace. He just didn’t know how he felt about people.
So while Laon flashed a warm smile at everyone, Arawn tried doing the same, but it probably came out looking more like a sneer, or just teeth being shown. He was anxious. On edge. Already wishing they could just go home. His heart was racing. But he was going to try for Laon’s sake.
He just didn’t know how well he would manage.
Laon was already talking to some girl (Kore) with a platter of… something that smelled delicious… but he didn’t know what it was either. He tried mimicking Laon by showing his teeth to her and then glancing away before he got in trouble for something.
When Mithra had read the message she hoped that it would be something about a new discovery within Mirrorspace. She was a bit disappointed when it turned out to be a meet and greet with other Dark Mirror. Of course they needed those too. Last time they had all come together was when they were fighting those shadow things.
A fun time for her really, but not the best way to meet fellow DMS. So she supposed that this was good too and when she had come she had brought a pasta salad dish that she set on one of the tables. Cooking wasn't really her thing. It wasn't Tom's either. How either of them got the nutrition they actually needed was sometimes a mystery.
So far, she only recognized Remarque. Of course he would be here, he wouldn't miss the chance. She still took a moment to look around the room before she decided if she was going to go up and start a conversation with him. She remembered the last time they had talked and while it had gone relatively well, she couldn't say that she had really been back to Mirrorspace since then.
For him, when Bell had received the message, he was happy to go. Not only would it give him something to do during the cold winter, but he could meet more Dark Mirror Senshi. Though he hardly ever spoke or interacted or really did anything with any of the Dark Mirror that he had met before.
He doubted he could even remember their names. He really needed to keep his compact updated with contact information.
He set down a couple of jugs of water that he had brought and ice. He was sure that there would already be water, but one could never have enough. And maybe they could keep it in there for a while.
When he looked around to see who was there, other than the Prince who he dare not approach at the moment, he couldn't remember anyone in particular. That was bad. He couldn't help but let out a sigh. As much as the DMS claimed to be like family, sometimes it seemed he was lacking on his end when it came to actually getting to know them.
Kore quickly turned when she had someone greeting her. "Oh hello there I'm Kore," she said kindly. She figured since she had come she needed to try to be friendly.
"Oh these? They are Gyoza. I've got some with pork, chicken, and just vegetables. Oh and soy sauce for dipping. Feel free to have some if you'd like. It's all homemade too," she said looking at both the person who greeted her and the person showing her teeth to her. She quickly took off the wrapping and also the lid off the soy sauce. Placing it gently on the table behind her. She really hoped they would enjoy it. She tried using the recipe her grandmother used in Japan.
Gyoza is such a popular Japanese dumpling dish that it carries cultural significance. Traditionally, Gyoza is served as a symbol of good luck and prosperity during special occasions and festivals in Japan. By offering Gyoza, Kore was hoping to extend a warm gesture of hospitality and good luck to her fellow dms. But honestly she had no idea if that was what was happening. After all she was still working on this friends thing.
Kyuseisha no Hikari
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2024 8:58 pm
Super Lete of Decadence Action: Arriving with BAKED GOODS. Glaring briefly at Muri, then deciding to pretend that he doesn’t exist and project Good Vibes Only.
A party in Mirrorspace could only be one thing, if anybody asked for Lete’s opinion, namely: a good idea!
How could such a party be anything but a good idea?! Maybe “the best idea,” if you wanted to count that as different from “good,” Lete guessed, but seriously? Come on: Dark Mirror senshi were great, Mirrorspace was awesome, and parties were always a good time.…… Sure, part of Lete felt jealous that she’d wasted so much time on trying to befriend a grotsky little beeyotch TRAITOR, who *SUCKED* and totally didn’t appreciate who amazingly, fantastically GOOD they had it in Mirrorspace, which had surely prohibited her from coming up with such a brilliant idea herself?
But she wasn’t mad about it. At least somebody had had the objectively best idea to throw a party like this, so did it really matter whose idea it had been? No. Not in Lete’s mind, anyway. Whoever had put things together, they’d done the best and most important thing.
When Lete sauntered into the common room, she came ostensibly empty-handed—but that impression only lasted long enough for her to bounce over to the tables where other senshi were laying out the food and drinks they’d bought. As she reached into her subspace pocket for the first container of baked goods that she’d brought—double chocolate chip cupcakes with fudge icing and strawberry crème-filled centers—she glanced down the table and quickly lost her smile. Who the Hell had invited Murikabushi? Ugh, look him down there, trying to act like he didn’t want all the attention, or like he had any business being in this place and at this party when he’d said himself that he already had one foot out the door?
Maybe he’d lose a party game and someone would get a chance to shove him through a mirror permanently, so he could never even *dream* of leaving ever again. Would’ve been better than that nasty skank b***h/fugly slut deserved, if you asked Lete (but no one had).
However, as she reached into her subspace for another tray of baked goods—cherry-chip fudge brownies made with one of Tía Maria’s best recipes—Lete decided to shove all of those thoughts into her mental dumpster fire, where they belonged. Just because the rancid little White Moon-loving traitor in the thigh-highs had had the absolute temerity to show his face around here didn’t mean that she had to let him harsh her good vibes. With a deep, steadying breath, she plastered a smile back on and resolved to ignore Muri as much as possible. This was a party!! In Mirrorspace!! With senshi who, by and large, probably had the correct ideas about everything!!
So help her, Lete was going to be Good Vibes Only, no matter what.
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One (1) professional nuisance youngest sibling, open for interaction!
Super Murikabushi of Hunger Action: Noticing that he is being noticed and attempting to deflect suspicion.
……The Prince was paying attention to him.
Maybe not overly much, Reiki briefly considered. After all, there were plenty of people filing in to this little shindig, and it was probably just good form—or something—for Remarque to pretend to care about all of them on some kind of individual level. Likewise, Lete was a rancid little nuisance who knew how to hold a grudge better than most people Reiki had ever met, so it made all the sense in the universe for her to throw a stink-eye or twenty in his direction.
But………honestly? Like, seriously, the one time in his life when Reiki didn’t want to get attention? The one time when he was trying to be quiet, and well-mannered, and to generally act more like his Dad and Ojiisan than like whatever people meant when they accused him of being Murasaki’s grandson in some snide and condescending tone of voice (as if being Obaasan’s grandson was something to be ashamed of and not one of the highest compliments that anybody could have paid to Reiki)? Of course, now had to be the night when people Reiki didn’t honestly want to deal with had to pay attention to him?
God. <********. *DAMMIT*. Why in the name of all things remotely sanctified was this happening to him? Reiki hadn’t even done anything……unless you counted gossiping about Court bullshit with Kerberos, crying all over Ida-hime-sama while begging her to please help him and Volterra get out of the Court, caring more about warning Faustite in advance about what he planned to do than he cared to do so for anybody in a Dark Mirror fuku (Acubens-oneesan, Reiki needed to tell, but her array of potential reactions—even the negative ones—worried him considerably less than Faustite’s had, partly because his feelings for her weren’t romantic in nature and mostly due to Acubens not being literally on fire), and developing a habit of comparing the Dark Mirror to the White Moon by saying “They are *everything*; we’re Just Ken” like all the adverts about Greta Gerwig’s Barbie move.
………Okay, so, maybe it was more accurate to say that Reiki hadn’t done anything that Remarque could prove (as far as Reiki knew).
Unfortunately, having that obnoxious little nuisance (Lete) and Remarque even remotely paying him any attention……probably meant that Reiki couldn’t simply ******** off out a mirror, go back home to Yuki and Cersei, and call it a night. Glancing around for somebody—anybody—he could latch onto and mingle with a little bit, Reiki didn’t entirely know who to go with.…… Aside from Lete and Remarque, his recognition of everyone was vague, at best (most of them, he didn’t recognize at all). Maybe he’d seen the two attached at each other’s hips (Arawn and Laon) when Mirrorspace had gone all ******** up back in September? But they hadn’t been introduced, and the one in red seemed pretty stressed out again. Probably better to leave them to their own devices, then.
But the guy down the table a bit, with all the green in his fuku, who was putting out the tea (Hydrus)? He seemed fine.
Reiki paused briefly, trying to catch Remarque’s eye, then throwing him a little shrug and an expression like, in the words of decorated contemporary philosopher Lindsay Lohan, “I can tell that you’re watchin’ me, and you’re probably gonna write what you didn’t see”……and then, bringing his gaze back where it rightfully belonged, Reiki shifted closer to the guy in the green fuku.
“Hey,” he said, considering the labels the other senshi had put out, then busying himself with preparing some green tea. “Good call on bringing something other than coffee, soda, and alcohol. I was half-expecting to find a table full of Monster, Red Bull, Diet Coke, and Jagermeister.”
Kyuseisha no Hikari
@ Rem: as always, I am sorry for this boy.
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@ Hydrus: it’s him, hi, Muri’s the problem, it’s him, and he’s latching on to the plausible deniability of talking to you!
Food Offerings • Broccoli cheese casserole. • Brownies; cherry-chip fudge. • Cheese board. • Chocolate fudge cake; pre-sliced. • Cupcakes; double chocolate chip, fudge icing, and strawberry crème filled centers. • Fruit kebabs; some dipped in chocolate. • Gingerbread cookies with light icing. • Gyoza; chicken, pork, and vegetables. • Pasta salad. • Pizzas: cheese, pepperoni, vegetable, and teriyaki chicken and pineapples. • Sandwich platter.
Drink Offerings • Hot tea selection. • Soda; coke products. • Water, with ice.
As the evening had begun and the room had started to fill with the senshi, those engaging in socialization and those being more reserved, the music at the front of the room dimmed slightly. Before anyone who had the idea of ditching out early had gotten the chance, the tall senshi at the back gave a nod to Remarque and stepped forward from the black door, moving to a more central area before the seating area. Their arms spread out wide, a welcoming gesture made before the assembly; a bit old fashioned, but most people had picked up on that from the invite already.
"Senshi of the Dark Mirror, I am joyful to see you all here this evening, and encouraged at the prospect of our bonds strengthening. As you all are aware, the world can be a dangerous place, and it is in unity that we draw our strength; our might especially that of a reflection of the whole upon ourselves." He chuckled slightly at what he clearly thought was a funny phrasing. "But, I know it is not always easiest for us to gather and immediately fall into the ways of companions, that is a foundation that we must build on. So, let us begin this evening with a game!"
With another nod to Remarque, a table was suddenly behind Telesto, with enough seats for everyone in attendance, and space for late comers. Before each seat sat three plates, each occupied by a croissant.
"Our first game shall be one of personal luck that shall give us common ground for further in the evening," Telesto announced, moving to stand behind a seat at the table. "Smell, touch, and look over each croissant, but do not taste them! Only once you have weighed and judged the three shall you select one to taste, but hold concern for two of them are filled with terrible, yet edible, tastes!"
Telesto sat down, gesturing at the rest of the seats for everyone to join in and participate in the game.
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The Game When ready, roll a 1d4 (either online or IRL if you have one) and let that dictate which croissant your character decides to eat after whatever examination they go through. Once you have the result, look at the spoiler section below to see what they've eaten, and go from there!
1 = Their croissant is filled with very, very hot sauce! 2 = Their croissant is filled with a delicious chocolate-matcha crème. 3 = Their croissant is filled with toothpaste; minty!
4 = Roll again!
The next ORP scene post will occur a little over 24hrs from this posting, expected to be on on Jan 22nd at 10pm PST. Please include your character's name and a link to their journal at the top of your post!
Murikabushi, Dark Mirror Super of Unwanted Nicknames Hunger Action: Being difficult about the party game, soz Telesto.
Going over and talking to the senshi in the green fuku had truly been a stroke of genius on Reiki’s part, if he did say so himself.
At least, it had been truly genius on his part until the basic senshi who’d apparently organized all this decided to step forward and start saying words……and oh boy, could he ever Say Words. Not that Reiki had any right to judge anybody, being a well-known loudmouth, a perpetual try-hard, and a drama queen who could and would gladly talk a ******** minute if given even twenty-five percent of an opportunity, but wow, some people at this party (Telesto) had definitely gone to law school, and it showed.
If only Levi-Elsa had been here too, Reiki mused, glancing around the room in the hopes of maybe spotting the Boy he fancied who wasn’t literally on fire, then the two of them could’ve had a gay old time, judging Sailor Miles Edgeworth, Dark Mirror Senshi of courtroom drama and bullshit, together………except that—oh.
………Oh, right.
Leaving a belated holiday gift bag hanging off of Levi’s doorknob didn’t mean that Levi was obligated to stop hating him. Even Reiki having said “I’m sorry” and admitted that it was him, hi, he was the problem, it was him—that didn’t obligate Levi to forgive him or to accept anything of his ever again. Just like how the courtesy of advance notice hadn’t obligated Faustite to approve of Reiki’s upcoming choices, or to like them, or anything of the sort. If Levi had been here, then it might’ve just been awkward for everyone else, if they had to pointedly avoid each other and paint elephants all over the room.
Which was, Reiki briefly considered, probably a weird thing to feel guilty about when: A., it wasn’t actually happening; B., Reiki’s nerves itched from the mere prospect of the game being put in front of him right now; and C., specifically, his nerves itched in a way that yearned to cause some Nonsense that he knew damn well ran the risk of being more than a little bit awkward for somebody.
On the other hand, though, Miles Edgeworth’s idea of a fun party game turned Reiki’s stomach. If he didn’t know better—i.e., if he didn’t know (read: believe in his heart and his gay little brain) that Mirrorspace got more fun out of annoying the ever-living s**t out of him than doing anything with itself that he personally considered useful—he would’ve felt sorely tempted to run off and find somewhere to vomit without even having eaten anything. Genuinely, though, he didn’t know what was in those. He didn’t know where they’d been. If Mirrorspace had created the croissants, then he especially didn’t trust them, but even if they were normal pastries from somewhere in town like Puppy Paws, the thought of eating one filled Reiki with the sort of dread that he knew he’d have to talk about in Group, later this week.
Nevertheless, he looked toward Sailor Miles Edgeworth and raised a hand. “Yeah, hi, sorry,” he deadpanned, “Murikabushi of Hunger here. And I don’t mean to be a buzzkill, but I’ve got allergies?” ……Specifically, he had an allergy to eating pastries of unverifiable provenances and whose calorie counts he could not get an accurate number on, but the fact that it wasn’t medically diagnosed didn’t make it any less vitally important to Reiki’s overall happiness. “Also, I personally feel like we might build a better foundation as companions by trading names, first? Rather than daring people we literally just met to eat croissants that might be filled with earwax for all we know?”
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soz Telesto, Muri has food hang-ups and more attitude than is strictly speaking good for him emotion_bigheart
a-disgruntled-dragon
even more sorry to you, Hydrus, because he’s still standing next to you emotion_bigheart
