15S R3 Week 2 Monday Night

[fashionfever]

[Angela slips into the room after her nightly attempt at washing up. Even twice a day, it's not really enough... Just as when she left, the Baku is still off cleaning or something. However, now Rosenkreuz is back. Her reflex is to cringe - she hates spending so much time around anyone, particularly a hot guy, without being able to "put her face on". The expression mixes with a friendly smile, though. Maybe she could use more company than she's gotten so far.]

Hey, Rosenkreuz. "What's" up? [She competently splits the greeting into two entire words after realizing "sup" might be too confusing.]

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[stealsyourduelist]

[Rosenkreuz has more experience talking to someone with modern speech than she might think, but the consideration is noted. He's taken some books back with him from the library to ensure their reservation - stuff covering his interests, from advancements in medicine and war and whatever occult books there were (even if they are obviously fictional.) He's currently winding down with something lighter though, deciding to keep reading the Rats of Nimh, so he doesn't mind the interruption as this isn't a particularly important study. However, as he lowers his book, a noise next to him answers her first - it sounds squeaky, but unless she noticed the card she may have no idea where it came from.]

Simply passing time. Have you been well?

[fashionfever]

[Adrenaline rushes through her body right away as she zeroes in on the source of the noise and towers over the interloper with both her cupped hands. But then she sees the actual delicate foil object and just has to rest her hands on the surrounding flat surface.] Oh, this is cute. In the museums we never saw your really nice prints like this.

[She wanted to be useful and catch the vermin... now once again she's just this vapid flighty broad. The winds of change blow all around Angela, impossible to push away. But at the very least, she knows snapping like a twig won't look any good. She smiles and nods vigorously.] I'm doing pretty great. No more headaches. Knock on wood!

[stealsyourduelist]

Glad to hear it.

[His eyes suspiciously do not return to his book when she makes a fast move toward his card, but she hasn't actually touched it so he reaches over to delicately pick it up. It makes another affectionate noise to return to his hands.]

In your own time, magic no longer exists. It's little surprise that the mediums were lost... Even this card holds only the monster's soul and cannot reveal its true power.

[To his chagrin, clearly. The shiny transformation doesn't do much for him in light of that - as pretty as it makes the card itself, he much prefers seeing his monster come to life from it.]

[fashionfever]

[Oh my god, she thinks, she's watching some kind of small creature be close with Rosenkreuz. Her biological clock is ringing like an alarm right now. Angela manages to channel all her repressed excitement into her dangling legs as she's sitting pretty on the edge of her bed. His explanation of magic, as a thing of the past, helps her calm down. It's not directly attacking her worldview as delusional.]

Aw, that's too bad. It's no fair, Naoya got this whole entire cougar. [Though it appears nonmagical.]

[stealsyourduelist]

[Well this is just literally what he knows about the future thanks to the Rose Duelist, but it's certainly good that it helps her. Not that he cares that much.]

...The beasts are strange. It appeared that even our incompetent commander did not wish for them to be here. Perhaps her little games have been tampered with, although, somehow I doubt it matters much even if they were. It's just as likely to be an inconvenience to us as well.

[fashionfever]

[Discomfort flashes across her face and her teeth click together as she spends a couple seconds suppressing the urge to scream. She keeps waiting for the situation to become more predictable and instead the opposite just happens again and again.]

...yeah, these don't look like service animals at all? Whoever did put them had more than one chance. If they were trying to help us, looks like they blew it. [She glances down at her fingernails.] I got a couple of those tapes but haven't played any of them yet... Games aren't exactly my forte.

[stealsyourduelist]

The tapes with the shimmer to them appear to be more likely to bequeath items that already belong to you, so that's all I've bothered with to be cautious...

[He idly gestures with the Blue Eyes card between his fingers as an example of how he got one such item.]

Though I'd be loath to call E.T. a 'game.' There's no real skill involved and the picture looks like nonsense.

[He's somehow managed a win and a loss, but he had no idea what was going on either time. It drove him slightly crazy.]

[fashionfever]

The Katy Perry song E.T. is way better than anything Marie's ever heard of! [She declares with a territorial smile that fades into something more melancholic.]

That said, I kinda doubt it'll spit out a Speak & Spell to "phone home" any time soon. [Well maybe they should just paste it together themselves out of coffee cans...]

[stealsyourduelist]

If I had the white rose cards, I could at least transport us all out of the base... [He just grumbles about that.]

Well, perhaps our resident diva could sing the Katy Perry song for you. Unless you can sing yourself.

alcohol mention

[fashionfever]

[She glances down at the card he actually has. For once Angela looks relatively accepting of this magical promise. I'm ready to go, lead me into the light...

His proposal gets Angela to look up with a flush spreading across her face.]

Uhhhh, not sober! Hahahahaha... [She takes a moment to shyly brush back her hair with both hands.] Listen, Rosenkreuz, I've been meaning to tell you... I hope I never creeped you out in the beginning, like, well, you know... [Gestures "you and me" with a crooked index finger.] Sorry...

[stealsyourduelist]

[He shrugs.]

Your assumptions were obviously false, but at the moment, twas the least of my worries. I would advise you not to drink yourself witless here, regardless of your assigned title.

[fashionfever]

[Relief washes across her face.] Not happening any time soon. [She makes a little gesture.] Scout's honor.

[Hmmmmmm...] I still haven't done it this whole time. Honestly I figure Marie just wants me to bash a bottle over someone's head.

[stealsyourduelist]

Oh? Do you conjure bottles as well as the beer, or is it merely the assumption that you'd be encouraged to carry one about?

[fashionfever]

Huh... Actually... I don't know. Like I said, I never did it. But how could you ever kill someone with just a little actual beer? It's nowhere near enough to poison someone!

[stealsyourduelist]

Well, that depends on how it works. For example, if it happens that you can summon it wherever you like, you could drown someone without ever touching them.