Six Christmas Giant Socks

[grimmdark]

A. Phone, unfiltered. Morning.

Some might have noticed this already, but I am returned to Mayfield a week or so after the events that shook the town in ways that go beyond the literal. Should I assume that everybody remains the same? Or have we lost new members of this fine society on the cruel grasp of droning?

I certainly hope we haven't.

B. Phone, filtered to Dave, John and Jade

Are you three still here? I will not accept to be left alone in this forsaken town doing the times of a cookie deliverer girl for the sake of not having my gray matter crisped and served as an appetizing.

C. Phone, filtered to Kanaya.

I have something for you. Where can we meet?

D. Around town, open for anybody who wants a grim scout girl on your door.

[Something Rose hadn't figured out was that her drone self? Had been a top selling scout girl, and now she had to bit her tongue and keep the good work. The fact Jade was apparently droned didn't make things better, as she couldn't stick to the girl and endure things the best way she could.

So if you get a knock on your door, you will find Rose, not happy at all, making her worst attempt to make you buy some cookies.]

Comments

[grimmdark]

Just say where.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

How about I come to your place.

[ and before you have time to protest, he's already on his way. since it's just down the street and he moves ridiculously quickly...

well, it isn't long before he just kinda appears behind her. ]

Yo.

[grimmdark]

[Just...grunting without being surprised. And she turns around.]

Strider.

I guess this works too.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

Seemed like a matter that needed immediate attention.

[grimmdark]

[Just...staring into those deep black shades.]

Is it now? Tell me more.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

[ mesmerizing right. ]

Wait I thought this was your show. You were going to lay down some mad revelation on me. Rock my world.

[grimmdark]

[Like a never ending pit of coolness.

Rose opens her mouth, but closes it again. Okay what does she want to say. Is she...gay? Is that the term? But, in all honesty, she can't be sure. But what she has done so far is not on the realm of doubt anymore.]

We kissed, Kanaya and I. Several times. I enjoyed it every time and I hope I can enjoy it again. I guess that makes us girlfriends. I have no idea of what is means, but I guess...it makes me happy. It's a simple feeling I suppose, no need to pepper it and take it to metaphorical degrees just to make it sound alluring.

[Shrug.]

[timetables.livejournal.com]

[ shrug. ]

So you're into her. She's into you. Kinda jumped a few steps ahead pretty fast, rounded a few bases faster than I would have expected... but whatever this is a pretty messed up place. Kinda speeds up natural processes. You've got a good thing going on.

But your choice to refrain from using colorful metaphors and literary allegories is kinda troubling. This is really throwing you off your game huh.

[grimmdark]

[That's so Dave, Dave.]

There was a healthy stage of mutual denial, if you should know, so it's not as if we were immediately surrendering to our uncontrolled smooching desires the moment our eyes met. This place does make one consider things on a different light though, I must admit that much.

As you said yourself, the usual complexities of the way I lay things down feel somewhat inappropriate for what I was trying to transmit. Rest assured, there are many a thing that I will still remain unrestrained to describe as wordily as possible.

[A beat.]

But I sincerely appreciate your impeccably cool as ice reaction.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

[ he doesn't know how to be not dave. ]

Really that's kind of disappointing. I've been told there would definitely be immediate uncontrolled smooching if we met certain trolls.

But whatever. Probably better you don't lay out everything for me in excruciating detail. Though if you want to write bad fanfiction about it at some point I'd be down for reading that. [ whether you want him to or not mO_Om ]

Yeah. No problem.