W6 💤 BALLROOM (ANTI)BLITZ

[dropoffs]

[ hello. welcome to ballroom. we really appreciate you coming!! the doors are locked and the whole gang's here. "including baiken?" yeah! senior crew as well.

the current set-up of this ballroom seems to have been split off into three separate spaces.

the first space is the party space! it…weirdly looks like what you'd almost expect from a high school prom? it's fancy decor, beautiful decorations, and all of the food and drinks (alcoholic and non-alcoholic) you could ever want. somehow there's a purikura booth set up as well for some cute photo ops, and there are plenty of tables, chairs, and floor space for anyone who wants to dance or play party games with your friends. we have an hour, go nuts.

the second space is a little less intensive, decorated with beanbag chairs and couches. a large projection screen is on the wall to stream movies, and there are a few library books for your perusal, along with some board games. this is the zone for those looking for something a little more chill.

finally, there is a cute little glamping set-up (not entirely photo accurate) with mattresses, blankets, and pillows. you may have to share a bed with a friend, but it's better than the floor, right? stake your claim and get cozy. we're in for a long night. ]

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[satisficing]

[Pausing, he shifts over to make room, but it's mostly like rolling on the fucking sea.

He reaches out a hand for him.]

Finished pacing a hole in the floor?

[tombtaker]

[ yeah beanbags are not great for sharing but he's doing it anyway, sitting down with a whump into the beans. taking his hand, even though it will interrupt rubiksing. ]

For the moment.

[satisficing]

[The pressure on that side of the bean bag causes his side to pop up, and he is tossed over in Lucien's lap. Oh. Well.

This is fine, he stays.]

It'll be alright.

[tombtaker]

[ yeah it's fine. he weighs about two grapes. a grape and a half. ]

I wouldn't take the betting odds on it.

[ perhaps he is mostly joking at this point. ]

[satisficing]

[A grape and its tiny stem.]

I'm not saying nothing will happen, but... it'll be alright. Trust me? I've been through it.

[no]

[tombtaker]

[ a quarter box of raisins ...

hooking his chin on viktor's bony, bony shoulder and raising an eyebrow at him. ]

Not that reassuring, darling.

[satisficing]

[Playfully bumps under Lucien's chin with the bony, bony shoulder. He plops the Rubik's Cube in Lucien's hands.]

Here. Try.

[Attempts to use a distraction. I rolled like shit in fucking (redacted), but apparently this time I rolled a 19. And somehow he has a +2 modifier. Time to try the Cube for your anxiety, sweetheart.]

[tombtaker]

[ he will try the Cube. he rolled an 18 to solve but he's absolutely not a super genius, so I imagine he will be at this for a while - hyperfocused on ... the cube.

someone's eyeball is out over there declaring the imminent apocalypse but there are other problems. ]

[satisficing]

[Yeah, just looking at this other fucking eye like I See, but not pointing it out to Lucien because Lucien already has enough fucking eyes for about four and a half people.]

You're pretty good.