▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
▶ ALL CARRIED OVER OLD TOP LEVELS SHOULD BE LINKED, NOT COPY AND PASTED
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[ She laughs a little, then gives a small smile. ] A start's better than nothing.
[ With that, the last bits of jealousy seem to fade for the time being. She turns her attention to her fallen sweet treat with a grimace, plucking it up and wiping away the bit of mess left behind with one of the nearby napkins. It's tempting to keep eating it, but now that she's in a world that probably has germs? Blech. Sighing, she bundles it up into the napkin and sets it aside. RIP, tiny sugar bomb. Now she only has the coffee.
But...at least it seems she has a friend?
She listens to him with rapt attention, clearly hanging on every word. Even if he speaks of the experience like it's a double-edged sword, she can't help but feel similar sentiments. Her club members were a pain. Constantly ruining her life, keeping her from the one thing she deserved. And yet, there was something there, something like...happiness?
Shuddering slightly, she shakes off the feeling. Gross. ]
It sounds like heaven, honestly... [ She takes a much more reasonable sip of her drink. ] Do you think we could give that to each other, at least? It'd be nice to have someone to rely on if things get crazy, because, I mean. [ This laugh's a little shaky. ] A place like this? I don't--
[ She takes another sip, cutting herself off. Just say it. Don't keep acting like some infallible divine being. If they're bonding, it's okay to show fear! ]
I don't know if I'll be able to handle it if I ever end up completely alone again.
[RIP, tiny sugar bomb. Fortunately for her, there's still another one. Soundwave pushes the plate with the cake intended for him; she can have his sugar bomb because his drink alone is sugary enough already. That, and he feels slightly bad seeing how upset she looked. Not of it shows on his face, of course, but he gives her a nod to take it, should she looks back at him.
'Heaven', huh. That's certainly a word to describe it. But considering that she may have been trapped in a video game, all alone presumably, he understands why she feels that way. If there's one thing he feels strongly...
It's that no one deserves to be completely alone. There's a few awkward moments of hesitation, his face still inexpressive as ever, before he gingerly reaches his hand out to touch the back of Monika's. It's a light touch, awkward even- nothing more than a brush of his fingertips, but he hopes that helps her feel a bit at ease.]
I can't make any promises to always be there for you. [He doesn't want to give her false hope, especially when he's trapped in a seemingly endless hallway before finding himself back in the hotel. This place is weird.] But I will spend the rest of today with you. If that isn't a burden.
[ Unbeknownst to him, he delivers quite the one-two punch. First, the offer of his cake bomb throws her for a loop, and she stares in disbelief. That was pretty selfless for someone that's convinced her that it'd take a good hundred years to get anything so generous out of him. Is this real life...?
Apparently it is. The second blow strikes when he touches her. Just a small little thing. Barely more than a brush of his fingers. And yes, it's very real.
She yelps.
A few people look over their way, and her face burns bright red. Embarrassment morphs into sullenness, because ugh. What if people think she's weird? She can't come off as weird if she wants to keep making friends! It's just, that felt so much more intense than she ever expected!
...Oh, right. She's not alone. She's with someone. The someone that touched her. The someone that touched her hand in a way she had never felt before. She has to play it cooler than ever, just so she doesn't push away the one friend she's actually made so far. ]
Nope. Not a burden.
[ See? Normal. Not weird. She can still talk! Barely. ]
Thank you. I'll do the same.
[ ...And that's all she says, fighting the urge to cover her face. Life is so, so hard when you can't overwrite the bad parts! ]
[The yelp gets Soundwave to pull his hand back. Not at all expecting that response to his attempt to ease her. Did he do something wrong? Given that she grabbed his arm earlier, albeit it was around his jacket sleeve, he figures that she would be fine with a small touch like that.
Regardless, he sits back down on his chair and brings his arm back to his side, nodding at the embarrassed Monika.
His other hand awkwardly taps his cup. Great, his social awkwardness is rearing its head again. He's not sure what to do or say at this point. Do you just continue with the drinks and pretend that her yelp never happened? Plus, some eyes are looking at their table, too. Soundwave takes another sip of his drink to try and ignore them, before discomfort starts to creep in from having eyes on them.
[ Oh, jeez. For once, she has the awareness to realize she messed this up a little. She can tell by his demeanor. Awkward, just like she looks and feels. Part of her wants to throw a fit and stomp away, because why bother fixing it? She can't fix something that's clearly trending towards being completely broken! But then...she would lose a friend...
Monika sighs, frustration leaking into her expression. This was hard, but she needs to do what's...right? Yeah, that. ]
S-Sure. I should get out of this dress, anyway, since we're not getting married. The scratchiness is getting to me.
[ She pushes up out of her chair, then grabs the remainder of her drink. That, and the gift of sweetness he'd offered her, clutching it as if she'd kill anyone who dared to take it from her. It's special. ]
How about the fancy lounge outside of my room? It's...mostly quiet, and I can drop this [ --she gestures at all the white floof-- ] off while we're there. Then, you know, maybe we can finish up our drinks, get some real food, and have a...um. [ What were they called again? ] A mimosa! I've heard there's champagne in them!
[ She's been abstaining from trying any, since she's technically not old enough, but who'll stop her now? She's got a friend to vouch for her!
...Really, though. She's trying this whole "make up for messing up" thing. Be gentle while she takes her first baby steps. ]
[It seems that Monika notice the awkwardness in the air, thank Primus. He's not sure he can stand being in this cafe any longer after that, even if it was Monika's doing.
But it's clear that she feels bad about it and wants to make up for it. No reason to pile on her.
Eat food and more drink? Sounds good to him.]
Sure. You look good in it, but I can imagine... It being a hassle to wear.
[Her nearly knocking someone over. The stomping. The big dress has got to go. Soundwave takes another sip before getting up out of his chair, holding his drink in one hand]
Champagne... I believe I heard that it is... Alcohol, correct? If so, I don't mind having a couple of drinks with you.
[Primus knows he would want some alcohol in his system right about now.
[ What a bad time to take a sip to fill the extra-awkward silence she felt was lingering after making her suggestion. There's no hiding the sound of her sputtering into the cup upon hearing that she looks good in her dress. Jeez! He needs to warn people when he's going to drop compliments at random!
However, she is stubbornly determined to stop looking weird, so she clears her throat and puts on a smile. ]
Thank you. It's a total hassle. Let's mosey on.
[ She starts leading them towards some nearby elevators, slowly dying inside. "Let's mosey on"? What the heck was that?! Did she lose every ounce of charisma she had when she was brought here?!
On the bright side, he's spared from getting dragged along this time. She's too busy wishing she had a delete key. That, and after reacting so strongly to his touch, she's sure it'd make her look like a hypocrite. Not that she normally cares about stuff like that, but--but--ugh, he's got her so discombobulated!
She needs something to talk about. Anything. Thankfully, he handed her an easy subject. As they step up to an elevator and the doors open, she glances his way while walking in. She's still cool! She's not weird! This is fine! ]
You know, you made it sound like you've never heard of alcohol before. Did they banish it in the future or something? Lucky break for you, isn't it, getting to have some now? Ahaha!
[ Ahh, much better. She's avoiding the dreaded curse of being cringe already! Pleased with herself, she hits the button for her floor. ]
[What, he's trying to be nice to his "date" with the compliment. It's what one supposed to do in social setting, right? Or so he learned. He's trying his best to socialize. Also, "Let's mosey on"? What was that?
He's ancient, but even that's cringe to him. She is such a weirdo, but it's.... sort of endearing? That's probably a weirder thing to say out of nowhere. That, and she probably wouldn't appreciate being called weird.
Thankfully for Monika, he doesn't expressed any of those or his cringe over what she said. Instead he occupies himself with pulling his mask back on as they leave Birdbucks. No reason to not have it on now.
Soundwave enters with elevator with her and leans his back against the wall as he answers, arms folded.]
Ah... Not at all, we have alcohol. It's simply been a long while since I had any.... and I feel I'm deserving of some right about now.
[After everything he's been through before arriving here? He really needed a drink. It doesn't even matter to him if the ones he's having are human made and not Cybertronian drinks. Saving the galaxy was truly difficult and arduous task.]
Besides, we do not have an alcohol called "champagne" where I am from. [He's only ever heard of it when he was around humans for a time.] What about you? Excited to try your first real alcohol?
[ And there goes the mask. It's subtle, but her lips purse in disappointment. It was nice having that chance to see under it for so long. Oh well. She'll get to see his face again if he wants to have his alcohol.
Which, speaking of alcohol. She freezes. Does he know she shouldn't be imbibing? (A dumb worry, considering there's not exactly any police wandering around the place.) ]
I've had alcohol before! [ If you count watching Yuri pull out a bottle of wine at a club meeting as "having alcohol." ] It's, you know. [ A vague gesture. ] I figured maybe it'd taste even better if it's orange.
[ Never mind that she doesn't know that it's orange because, y'know, orange juice. Definitely someone who's had alcohol before. Also, good job completely misinterpreting his question. ]
I hope you're not saying you want some because of me. I took you on a date! I bought you food! I'm offering you alcohol!
[ Seems like the weirdo's getting weirdly defensive. Because! Well! He should be grateful for how nice she is! Obviously! ]
Like, what place doesn't have champagne? Everywhere has champagne!
[Woah, why is she so defensive all of a sudden. Soundwave doesn't even know what he even said that got her like this.]
What, no. I had a..... Stressful event before I arrived here- [Stressful is a huge understatement of the event.] -so I took the opportunity because you offered.
[And he's very thankful for that! But why is she so angry?]
Not mine. We had liquor like... Mood Whiplash and Nightmare Fuel.
[Because he isn't from Earth! .... He should probably mention that at one point, huh.]
Why are you angry? I thought you'd be excited since you were from a video game and have the chance to taste the real thing.
[ Her mouth opens to say something, then snaps shut. Well now. Doesn't she look a fool? She tries to cross her arms to properly huff and puff, but holding things doesn't make that possible. This is so uncool! ]
I...knew that.
[ Thankfully, they reach her floor soon after. She quietly breathes out in relief, stepping out ahead of him and into the festively matrimonial lounge. Being awkward in a tiny box was worse than having to do so in open air.
Moving on, then! Because, once again, since she can't furiously edit this whole disaster, she can only do the next best thing: pretend she didn't do anything weird at all. ]
Those are some interesting names for drinks. Are you sure they aren't Mountain Dew flavors? [ She laughs at her dumb joke. ] Anyway, what are you talking about? I'm fine! Let's find somewhere to relax!
[ Which...she ends up doing for them, beelining to a tucked away corner and setting her things down on a table between some plush chairs. No need to thank her, though he probably should, since he was super "rude." ]
Mind grabbing us some drinks and things? Just nothing with meat for me, if you don't mind. I'll be back soon~
[ And off she goes before he can answer. Mostly because she really needs a moment to quietly have a fit while she gets changed and such. It'll help her reset and get back on track. Maybe. ]
[The awkward elevator ride is over, thankfully. But it doesn't change what just occured in there, leaving Soundwave befuddled by her behavior. Sure, he already thinks she's a weirdo (arguably since the moment she approached him with a marriage proposal), but she's been so agitated since they left the cafe. It makes him wonder if he's own social awkwardness is at fault, here.
Tempted to ask what's wrong, it seems he's a little too late as Monika's about to leave temporarily as soon as he catches up to her.]
But I don-
[Aaaaannnnnnndddd she's gone. Great.
He doesn't know where to go to buy things, here. At least he was in Birdbucks when she asked him to pick for them. Here, he's left to his own device to buy some drinks and things
There's just so many shops here, and it's so crowded too with the festivity going on. Ugh, so loud...
After some self-deliberation, he decides to just explore inside a nearby general store. Buy some soda bottles and some chips for snack, before returning to where they left their stuff, waiting on the plush chair for Monika if she hasn't return before him.]
[ Unfamiliar with the idea of time management--as in forgetting yet again that real time doesn't move like game time--Monika doesn't return for quite a while. It may also be because she had to scream in her bathroom after dropping off her dress, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
Eventually, she returns, looking much less like an 80s bridal nightmare. She pulls at the end of the ribbon the staff had given her for her signature ponytail, much silkier and soft than anything she was used to. The same goes for the clothes, a simple white blouse and a flowing floral skirt. Perfect for such an esteemed newlywed! they cooed, pampering her like no other. Add that to the list of reasons why she took forever. That treatment was nice!
After spotting Soundwave, she stops fiddling with her hair, then picks up two of the complimentary chilled mimosas on the way over. The smell wafting up from the delicate flutes is pleasantly fruity. She's getting more excited to try one. ]
Hey there! Didn't start any fires while I was away, did you~?
[ She seems more cheerful now, more like herself. The reset did her good, apparently. ]
Here you go~ [ She hands over a mimosa then takes a seat, giggling at how fluffy the chair is as she sinks in. Luxury is nice, too! ] So, what'd you get? Was it--oh, no!
[ She'd set down her mimosa to grab her coffee. Woe is her. Taking an age to get back had consequences! Who knew. ]
Aww, my drink's all cold now...
[ He can talk. She'll multitask and mourn her loss while he does. ]
[When you have a lifespan of a million years, the hours she took to get back is nothing more than a bathroom break to Soundwave. That being said, she's still taking her time and Soundwave decides to explore more than just the general store instead of letting himself sink into the plush chair. During that time, he actually procures a couple more snacks for him and Monika; some taiyakis, fruits, biscuits, and chocolate.
None of these are food he's actually familiar with. But hopefully, she's actually proud of his haul instead of just having some potato chips.
Hearing Monika's footsteps way before her voice, Soundwave turns his head to her. Well, at least she looks cheerful again. Guess she has let out whatever steam she had from that awkward elevator ride.]
Hm, your new outfit.... It suits you well.
[Another surprise compliment from Soundwave (delivered in his usual monotone, of course) as he takes the mimosa off her hand. His eyes then shift to the glass in his hand, gently swirling the drink inside.]
So this is a mimosa? The glass is so small.
[How can he get tipsy with just this amount? Anyway, he turns his gaze back to Monika, not drinking his mimosa just yet. In fact, he's holding it up as if he's waiting for her to cheer before drinking.]
I haven't even finished mine, either. [And given what he's bought? Likely wouldn't finish it and leave it to get colder.] You still have your cake and all these other food. Plus this mimosa.
[He has yet to take a sip of his mimosa. In fact, he's holding it up towards Monika, as if he's waiting for her to cheer before drinking.]
[ Another compliment, and so soon! Thank God she wasn't drinking anything this time. Also good: she doesn't react like a total dummy. Instead, she's almost...normal about it? The monotone delivery probably helped. ]
Thanks! I think this is a little more my style, actually, even if I kinda loved the dress.
[ Her drink's quickly forgotten once she spots his haul. Her eyes may be lighting up, because oooh! New things to try! She's so busy staring at it all, she doesn't immediately get the hint. ]
I think they're cute! And fancy! They're fun-sized, like Halloween candy! Ahaha!
[ He's left hanging a little longer. A bit longer. Just a little more...
She stops trying to poke at some chocolate, then finally! She notices! Whoops. ]
O-Oh! Right! [ She snags her glass, forcing down the awkwardness monster that's trying to claw its way back out of her. ] A fancy drink deserves a fancy toast!
[ There's a hesitation, then she taps her glass to his very lightly. The last thing she wants to do is create a mess that could actually cause some harm. ]
[He's patient, don't worry about it. When Monika finally notices the hint, he doesn't even say how slow she was.
Like her, he would want to avoid creating yet another awkward atmosphere between them.]
Cheers...
[With their glasses clink, Soundwave then downs his entire drink in one go.]
Crisp... Sweet... And bubbly. I think I would like another.
[His gaze turns to Monika, waiting for her reaction to her first alcohol. Or to any of the snacks he hauled.]
Take whatever you wish. I am sure each one of these provide different taste for you to experience.
[Eating any of these is entirely new experience to Soundwave, as well. However, he'll give the girl who's experiencing real life for the first time free reign to eat how ever many she would like. As said way earlier, she should celebrate her newfound freedom.]
[ There's a long silence on her end. She's in awe of how quickly he sucked down his drink. Is that supposed to be humanly possible...?
Realizing it'll tempt the awkwardness monster more if she keeps staring, she tears her eyes away and has a sip of her mimosa. Immediately, she makes a face, staring at the glass as if it just insulted her. She doesn't know how to take it. The sweetness was nice, but that underlying bitterness... ]
That was...a taste. [ She takes another experimental sip, then shudders. So weird. ] Help yourself to however many you want. I'll just...keep enjoying this one.
[ Yeah. "Enjoying." Enjoying it so much, she puts it aside to grab some chocolate. That seems like a better gamble.
And it is! After popping a piece into her mouth, she lets out a happy noise. So much better, and even better than any chocolate that someone like Yuri may have gotten! ]
Mmm~ Much better! [ Er. Will saying that make her seem uncool? ] I mean, the mimosa's not bad. But this is sweeter. I think I like sweet the most so far. Not that it's sweeter than you for getting me all this~
[ Is she joking? Being sincere? Have fun figuring it out. ]
[It's difficult to not notice her reaction to her first sip. Guess her digital alcohol didn't help her any with what the real one tastes like. Whether it her makes cool or not, Soundwave doesn't say it. What he will say, though--]
You do not have to force yourself if you do not like it.
[After all, they have their little feast with the snack if the mimosa doesn't work for her. Soundwave is reaching for a chocolate himself, but then completely freezes after hearing what Monika said last. Soundwave turns to his fully face Monika's direction. Did... Did he hear that, right? Him? Sweet? Sweeter than the sweet treats? There's no way...
Is it just her being friendly? Or is that... A flirt? Whichever the case is, with his mask no longer covering his face, Monika gets to see his cheeks reddening, not knowing what to say after that. Just utterly frozen in place. With his arm still outstretched towards a chocolate piece.]
[ She briefly frowns. She's not forcing anything. She's cool(?) and mature(???) and loves this weird drink! To prove that, she downs a little more. See? Cool and mature.
Which is why she's immediately giggling when she's suddenly face to face with a flustered Soundwave. ]
Oh! So it is possible to get something more than "grumpy" out of you~
[ It's still not clear if she threw out the "sweet" line to fluster him. Well, okay. That might have been the goal, just a little. But after successfully pulling out one whole emotion, she wants to see more. She's greedy like that.
She fights a few more giggles while easing a piece of chocolate into his hand. She's helpful like that. ]
You should keep the mask off more. With how you look right now, I might have to call you cute, too~
[Ah... Well, that ended up having the opposite effect. It's too bad that Soundwave is frozen by her line to stop her from downing the drink like he did.
Calling him cute seems to have gotten Soundwave out of his stupor, but has the unfortunate effect of getting his face flustered even more. Realizing that he's making a fool of himself, he tries to regain his composure. Try being the keyword, here.
Soundwave folds his arms and turns his face away from her with a 'hmph'. ... And then pops the chocolate in his hand. He's thankful for that.]
... I am not cute. Nor am I sweet.
[Please, he's still entirely too sober to deal with a giggling human girl. Speaking of drunk...]
Where did you get the mimosa, by the way? [Changing subject, changing subject.] I wish to have more of that drink.
[ She barely suppresses a snicker. He's making this worse for himself. If she senses a weakness, she has to pick at it. The compulsion is too strong to ignore, an awful, awful addiction she's unable to quit, considering she'd spent far too much time doing that to her so-called friends.
Monika leans back in her chair, looking increasingly comfortable...and obnoxiously smug. Seems she's most in her element when she's being a pest. ]
There's a whole tray of them over there. [ She gestures with her glass over to a setup with various complimentary wedding-themed snacks. ] Make sure you get an extra orange one.
[ Will she leave it at that? Be nice? Tease him more?
...Tease him more, of course! He's doing too good of a job of reminding her of a certain pink-haired, manga-loving menace. ]
I hear it can cure bad cases of tsundere. Maybe grab the whole tray~
[What is this bully? He didn't even do anything. Whatever, he pulls his mask back up, to hide not just the flushed face but also the pout. He knows he'll have to pull it down again though, since he'll be drinking. But until he gets the drink, he can cope with the comfort of his mask and visor.
Just let him cope that he isn't sweet and cute. He's terrible person with the social skill of a rock. A rock probably has better social skills than him...]
I am not a... tsundere, either. [It's frankly amazing that he even knows what a tsundere is.] And I might just do that!
[His voice raises for once. He's not actually angry, but oh he's certainly getting agitated by Monika's kind words. He's not sure how to deal when someone is being playful with him. Anyway, he needs to have some time away, so he gets up and walks away to grab a whole tray of mimosa. But not before saying:]
Stay here. I'll be back.
[It doesn't actually take long for Soundwave to return. And true to his word, he does bring a whole tray of mimosa with him. It took a bit of negotiating and thinly-veiled threats, but what truly matters is that he's gotten a whole tray. Not only that, he seems to have bought three bottles of red wine, too. He sets them down on the table before re-joining Monika, sitting right next to her.]
Hmph. [Soundwave doesn't say anything as he sinks back into the chair, pops a red wine bottle open, and decides to down at least half of it, before exhaling , cheeks flushed entirely red as he turns to face Monika, still pouting over it.
Oh, did he try to hide his pout earlier? Well now Monika gets to see it now.]
[ How about that. He's hip with the lingo of questionable archetypes! He'll get points for that, but not many. It's more fun (as in, infuriating) when she can explain weird terms in the most convoluted ways possible.
On the bright side, that unexpected show of a new emotion (who knew he could raise his voice!) combined with him re-masking knocks the smarm off her face. She doesn't even manage a real response, only stammering out a few words before he's stormed off. This leaves her looking mildly annoyed and highly put out. People are supposed to subject themselves to her behavior for as long as she wants! And speaking of, who is he to tell her to stay put? She's a free woman! She can move around as much as she wants!
But...she'd rather not be alone. Grumbling, she pokes at the snack hoard and works on finishing up her cold coffee, since it's better than the dumb mimosa. This jerk!
...This jerk who's made her sputter into a cup for the second time in one day. Thankfully, none of it splashes out, but it was a close one. Back to being shocked again, then. And maybe more annoyed on the inside, because she hates being so expertly one-upped. ]
Er...
[ She stares. Watches him drink--no, chug--wine, then attempts to count just how many mimosas have been dragged over. Craziest of all, is he pouting? Her brain's short-circuiting. She has to lean away from him, because she's pretty sure he's going to be flammable any minute now. ]
Okay, so. Ehehe. I know I'm pretty new to this whole food and drink thing, but... [ Did she count twenty glasses? Twenty-five? And two more bottles of wine?! ] This seems dangerous, doesn't it?
[ She's cool and mature enough to know alcohol poisoning is a thing! ]
[Oh is she doubting his ability to drink this much? After she teased him that it can cure his bad case of tsundere? Nay, he's going to cure this "illness".]
I can handle this much. I'm made of sterner stuff.
[Just half a bottle? He can do one more bottle- he's only just getting tipsy! But he knows how to pace himself. He's not out here to get extremely drunk right at the start. Human alcohol aren't as strong as his own kind, however, he's getting the feeling that Monika might be worried with the amount of alcohol he brings to the table. It's a worrying amount, sure, and.... he's not even sure himself what point he's making, here.
In any case, he's not going to back down after bringing all these, here.]
You are free to join in. Or not. Do whatever you what. [....] Just... let me get drunk enough so I can socialize better.
[Which is partly true. He does get better at socializing when drunk. And so, he takes another chug of the bottle, before turning back to Monika, expression less pouty and more curious.]
[ She is absolutely doubting him! She's not asking him to cure his tsun affliction with death!
Her grimacing worsens when he insists he's intent on putting Dionysus to shame. Maybe she should try to tip the tray over, just to be safe? ]
Erm, I dunno if I'll have much more. What I did have already made me feel a little funny. [ She's small and inexperienced. Of course it did. ] I'm not sure if I want to figure out if this place has a hospital the hard way...
[ She puts her coffee cup aside, then leans in to peer at the tray closer. She wants an accurate count, just in case she has to explain why he's passed out to a doctor. ]
Seriously, you don't have to get drunk on my account! You've done fine so far! You can't be any worse than this guy I met in an elevator here. His sentences were usually just one word...
[ But just as she's about to finish tapping on each glass to get her count done, here comes another shocker. The tray rattles, and she jerks back, gawking at him. Is that why he's being like this? ]
Oh my gosh. [ She giggles softly. ] Has no one ever given you a compliment before? Of course you're sweet! In your own grumpy way, yeah, but definitely sweet. You've spent all this time with me, haven't you? It means a lot!
[ She just, you know. Had to be annoying with her kindness first. ]
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[ With that, the last bits of jealousy seem to fade for the time being. She turns her attention to her fallen sweet treat with a grimace, plucking it up and wiping away the bit of mess left behind with one of the nearby napkins. It's tempting to keep eating it, but now that she's in a world that probably has germs? Blech. Sighing, she bundles it up into the napkin and sets it aside. RIP, tiny sugar bomb. Now she only has the coffee.
But...at least it seems she has a friend?
She listens to him with rapt attention, clearly hanging on every word. Even if he speaks of the experience like it's a double-edged sword, she can't help but feel similar sentiments. Her club members were a pain. Constantly ruining her life, keeping her from the one thing she deserved. And yet, there was something there, something like...happiness?
Shuddering slightly, she shakes off the feeling. Gross. ]
It sounds like heaven, honestly... [ She takes a much more reasonable sip of her drink. ] Do you think we could give that to each other, at least? It'd be nice to have someone to rely on if things get crazy, because, I mean. [ This laugh's a little shaky. ] A place like this? I don't--
[ She takes another sip, cutting herself off. Just say it. Don't keep acting like some infallible divine being. If they're bonding, it's okay to show fear! ]
I don't know if I'll be able to handle it if I ever end up completely alone again.
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'Heaven', huh. That's certainly a word to describe it. But considering that she may have been trapped in a video game, all alone presumably, he understands why she feels that way. If there's one thing he feels strongly...
It's that no one deserves to be completely alone. There's a few awkward moments of hesitation, his face still inexpressive as ever, before he gingerly reaches his hand out to touch the back of Monika's. It's a light touch, awkward even- nothing more than a brush of his fingertips, but he hopes that helps her feel a bit at ease.]
I can't make any promises to always be there for you. [He doesn't want to give her false hope, especially when he's trapped in a seemingly endless hallway before finding himself back in the hotel. This place is weird.] But I will spend the rest of today with you. If that isn't a burden.
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Apparently it is. The second blow strikes when he touches her. Just a small little thing. Barely more than a brush of his fingers. And yes, it's very real.
She yelps.
A few people look over their way, and her face burns bright red. Embarrassment morphs into sullenness, because ugh. What if people think she's weird? She can't come off as weird if she wants to keep making friends! It's just, that felt so much more intense than she ever expected!
...Oh, right. She's not alone. She's with someone. The someone that touched her. The someone that touched her hand in a way she had never felt before. She has to play it cooler than ever, just so she doesn't push away the one friend she's actually made so far. ]
Nope. Not a burden.
[ See? Normal. Not weird. She can still talk! Barely. ]
Thank you. I'll do the same.
[ ...And that's all she says, fighting the urge to cover her face. Life is so, so hard when you can't overwrite the bad parts! ]
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Regardless, he sits back down on his chair and brings his arm back to his side, nodding at the embarrassed Monika.
His other hand awkwardly taps his cup. Great, his social awkwardness is rearing its head again. He's not sure what to do or say at this point. Do you just continue with the drinks and pretend that her yelp never happened? Plus, some eyes are looking at their table, too. Soundwave takes another sip of his drink to try and ignore them, before discomfort starts to creep in from having eyes on them.
The atmosphere is getting a bit too awkward now.]
... Do you... Want to go elsewhere?
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Monika sighs, frustration leaking into her expression. This was hard, but she needs to do what's...right? Yeah, that. ]
S-Sure. I should get out of this dress, anyway, since we're not getting married. The scratchiness is getting to me.
[ She pushes up out of her chair, then grabs the remainder of her drink. That, and the gift of sweetness he'd offered her, clutching it as if she'd kill anyone who dared to take it from her. It's special. ]
How about the fancy lounge outside of my room? It's...mostly quiet, and I can drop this [ --she gestures at all the white floof-- ] off while we're there. Then, you know, maybe we can finish up our drinks, get some real food, and have a...um. [ What were they called again? ] A mimosa! I've heard there's champagne in them!
[ She's been abstaining from trying any, since she's technically not old enough, but who'll stop her now? She's got a friend to vouch for her!
...Really, though. She's trying this whole "make up for messing up" thing. Be gentle while she takes her first baby steps. ]
Well? What do you say?
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But it's clear that she feels bad about it and wants to make up for it. No reason to pile on her.
Eat food and more drink? Sounds good to him.]
Sure. You look good in it, but I can imagine... It being a hassle to wear.
[Her nearly knocking someone over. The stomping. The big dress has got to go. Soundwave takes another sip before getting up out of his chair, holding his drink in one hand]
Champagne... I believe I heard that it is... Alcohol, correct? If so, I don't mind having a couple of drinks with you.
[Primus knows he would want some alcohol in his system right about now.
With that, he walks up to Monika's side.]
Lead the way.
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However, she is stubbornly determined to stop looking weird, so she clears her throat and puts on a smile. ]
Thank you. It's a total hassle. Let's mosey on.
[ She starts leading them towards some nearby elevators, slowly dying inside. "Let's mosey on"? What the heck was that?! Did she lose every ounce of charisma she had when she was brought here?!
On the bright side, he's spared from getting dragged along this time. She's too busy wishing she had a delete key. That, and after reacting so strongly to his touch, she's sure it'd make her look like a hypocrite. Not that she normally cares about stuff like that, but--but--ugh, he's got her so discombobulated!
She needs something to talk about. Anything. Thankfully, he handed her an easy subject. As they step up to an elevator and the doors open, she glances his way while walking in. She's still cool! She's not weird! This is fine! ]
You know, you made it sound like you've never heard of alcohol before. Did they banish it in the future or something? Lucky break for you, isn't it, getting to have some now? Ahaha!
[ Ahh, much better. She's avoiding the dreaded curse of being cringe already! Pleased with herself, she hits the button for her floor. ]
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He's ancient, but even that's cringe to him. She is such a weirdo, but it's.... sort of endearing? That's probably a weirder thing to say out of nowhere. That, and she probably wouldn't appreciate being called weird.
Thankfully for Monika, he doesn't expressed any of those or his cringe over what she said. Instead he occupies himself with pulling his mask back on as they leave Birdbucks. No reason to not have it on now.
Soundwave enters with elevator with her and leans his back against the wall as he answers, arms folded.]
Ah... Not at all, we have alcohol. It's simply been a long while since I had any.... and I feel I'm deserving of some right about now.
[After everything he's been through before arriving here? He really needed a drink. It doesn't even matter to him if the ones he's having are human made and not Cybertronian drinks. Saving the galaxy was truly difficult and arduous task.]
Besides, we do not have an alcohol called "champagne" where I am from. [He's only ever heard of it when he was around humans for a time.] What about you? Excited to try your first real alcohol?
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Which, speaking of alcohol. She freezes. Does he know she shouldn't be imbibing? (A dumb worry, considering there's not exactly any police wandering around the place.) ]
I've had alcohol before! [ If you count watching Yuri pull out a bottle of wine at a club meeting as "having alcohol." ] It's, you know. [ A vague gesture. ] I figured maybe it'd taste even better if it's orange.
[ Never mind that she doesn't know that it's orange because, y'know, orange juice. Definitely someone who's had alcohol before. Also, good job completely misinterpreting his question. ]
I hope you're not saying you want some because of me. I took you on a date! I bought you food! I'm offering you alcohol!
[ Seems like the weirdo's getting weirdly defensive. Because! Well! He should be grateful for how nice she is! Obviously! ]
Like, what place doesn't have champagne? Everywhere has champagne!
[ She's making zero sense now... ]
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What, no. I had a..... Stressful event before I arrived here- [Stressful is a huge understatement of the event.] -so I took the opportunity because you offered.
[And he's very thankful for that! But why is she so angry?]
Not mine. We had liquor like... Mood Whiplash and Nightmare Fuel.
[Because he isn't from Earth! .... He should probably mention that at one point, huh.]
Why are you angry? I thought you'd be excited since you were from a video game and have the chance to taste the real thing.
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I...knew that.
[ Thankfully, they reach her floor soon after. She quietly breathes out in relief, stepping out ahead of him and into the festively matrimonial lounge. Being awkward in a tiny box was worse than having to do so in open air.
Moving on, then! Because, once again, since she can't furiously edit this whole disaster, she can only do the next best thing: pretend she didn't do anything weird at all. ]
Those are some interesting names for drinks. Are you sure they aren't Mountain Dew flavors? [ She laughs at her dumb joke. ] Anyway, what are you talking about? I'm fine! Let's find somewhere to relax!
[ Which...she ends up doing for them, beelining to a tucked away corner and setting her things down on a table between some plush chairs. No need to thank her, though he probably should, since he was super "rude." ]
Mind grabbing us some drinks and things? Just nothing with meat for me, if you don't mind. I'll be back soon~
[ And off she goes before he can answer. Mostly because she really needs a moment to quietly have a fit while she gets changed and such. It'll help her reset and get back on track. Maybe. ]
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Tempted to ask what's wrong, it seems he's a little too late as Monika's about to leave temporarily as soon as he catches up to her.]
But I don-
[Aaaaannnnnnndddd she's gone. Great.
He doesn't know where to go to buy things, here. At least he was in Birdbucks when she asked him to pick for them. Here, he's left to his own device to buy some drinks and things
There's just so many shops here, and it's so crowded too with the festivity going on. Ugh, so loud...
After some self-deliberation, he decides to just explore inside a nearby general store. Buy some soda bottles and some chips for snack, before returning to where they left their stuff, waiting on the plush chair for Monika if she hasn't return before him.]
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Eventually, she returns, looking much less like an 80s bridal nightmare. She pulls at the end of the ribbon the staff had given her for her signature ponytail, much silkier and soft than anything she was used to. The same goes for the clothes, a simple white blouse and a flowing floral skirt. Perfect for such an esteemed newlywed! they cooed, pampering her like no other. Add that to the list of reasons why she took forever. That treatment was nice!
After spotting Soundwave, she stops fiddling with her hair, then picks up two of the complimentary chilled mimosas on the way over. The smell wafting up from the delicate flutes is pleasantly fruity. She's getting more excited to try one. ]
Hey there! Didn't start any fires while I was away, did you~?
[ She seems more cheerful now, more like herself. The reset did her good, apparently. ]
Here you go~ [ She hands over a mimosa then takes a seat, giggling at how fluffy the chair is as she sinks in. Luxury is nice, too! ] So, what'd you get? Was it--oh, no!
[ She'd set down her mimosa to grab her coffee. Woe is her. Taking an age to get back had consequences! Who knew. ]
Aww, my drink's all cold now...
[ He can talk. She'll multitask and mourn her loss while he does. ]
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None of these are food he's actually familiar with. But hopefully, she's actually proud of his haul instead of just having some potato chips.
Hearing Monika's footsteps way before her voice, Soundwave turns his head to her. Well, at least she looks cheerful again. Guess she has let out whatever steam she had from that awkward elevator ride.]
Hm, your new outfit.... It suits you well.
[Another surprise compliment from Soundwave (delivered in his usual monotone, of course) as he takes the mimosa off her hand. His eyes then shift to the glass in his hand, gently swirling the drink inside.]
So this is a mimosa? The glass is so small.
[How can he get tipsy with just this amount? Anyway, he turns his gaze back to Monika, not drinking his mimosa just yet. In fact, he's holding it up as if he's waiting for her to cheer before drinking.]
I haven't even finished mine, either. [And given what he's bought? Likely wouldn't finish it and leave it to get colder.] You still have your cake and all these other food. Plus this mimosa.
[He has yet to take a sip of his mimosa. In fact, he's holding it up towards Monika, as if he's waiting for her to cheer before drinking.]
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Thanks! I think this is a little more my style, actually, even if I kinda loved the dress.
[ Her drink's quickly forgotten once she spots his haul. Her eyes may be lighting up, because oooh! New things to try! She's so busy staring at it all, she doesn't immediately get the hint. ]
I think they're cute! And fancy! They're fun-sized, like Halloween candy! Ahaha!
[ He's left hanging a little longer. A bit longer. Just a little more...
She stops trying to poke at some chocolate, then finally! She notices! Whoops. ]
O-Oh! Right! [ She snags her glass, forcing down the awkwardness monster that's trying to claw its way back out of her. ] A fancy drink deserves a fancy toast!
[ There's a hesitation, then she taps her glass to his very lightly. The last thing she wants to do is create a mess that could actually cause some harm. ]
Cheers to...making a new friend!
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Like her, he would want to avoid creating yet another awkward atmosphere between them.]
Cheers...
[With their glasses clink, Soundwave then downs his entire drink in one go.]
Crisp... Sweet... And bubbly. I think I would like another.
[His gaze turns to Monika, waiting for her reaction to her first alcohol. Or to any of the snacks he hauled.]
Take whatever you wish. I am sure each one of these provide different taste for you to experience.
[Eating any of these is entirely new experience to Soundwave, as well. However, he'll give the girl who's experiencing real life for the first time free reign to eat how ever many she would like. As said way earlier, she should celebrate her newfound freedom.]
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Realizing it'll tempt the awkwardness monster more if she keeps staring, she tears her eyes away and has a sip of her mimosa. Immediately, she makes a face, staring at the glass as if it just insulted her. She doesn't know how to take it. The sweetness was nice, but that underlying bitterness... ]
That was...a taste. [ She takes another experimental sip, then shudders. So weird. ] Help yourself to however many you want. I'll just...keep enjoying this one.
[ Yeah. "Enjoying." Enjoying it so much, she puts it aside to grab some chocolate. That seems like a better gamble.
And it is! After popping a piece into her mouth, she lets out a happy noise. So much better, and even better than any chocolate that someone like Yuri may have gotten! ]
Mmm~ Much better! [ Er. Will saying that make her seem uncool? ] I mean, the mimosa's not bad. But this is sweeter. I think I like sweet the most so far. Not that it's sweeter than you for getting me all this~
[ Is she joking? Being sincere? Have fun figuring it out. ]
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You do not have to force yourself if you do not like it.
[After all, they have their little feast with the snack if the mimosa doesn't work for her. Soundwave is reaching for a chocolate himself, but then completely freezes after hearing what Monika said last. Soundwave turns to his fully face Monika's direction. Did... Did he hear that, right? Him? Sweet? Sweeter than the sweet treats? There's no way...
Is it just her being friendly? Or is that... A flirt? Whichever the case is, with his mask no longer covering his face, Monika gets to see his cheeks reddening, not knowing what to say after that. Just utterly frozen in place. With his arm still outstretched towards a chocolate piece.]
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Which is why she's immediately giggling when she's suddenly face to face with a flustered Soundwave. ]
Oh! So it is possible to get something more than "grumpy" out of you~
[ It's still not clear if she threw out the "sweet" line to fluster him. Well, okay. That might have been the goal, just a little. But after successfully pulling out one whole emotion, she wants to see more. She's greedy like that.
She fights a few more giggles while easing a piece of chocolate into his hand. She's helpful like that. ]
You should keep the mask off more. With how you look right now, I might have to call you cute, too~
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Calling him cute seems to have gotten Soundwave out of his stupor, but has the unfortunate effect of getting his face flustered even more. Realizing that he's making a fool of himself, he tries to regain his composure. Try being the keyword, here.
Soundwave folds his arms and turns his face away from her with a 'hmph'. ... And then pops the chocolate in his hand. He's thankful for that.]
... I am not cute. Nor am I sweet.
[Please, he's still entirely too sober to deal with a giggling human girl. Speaking of drunk...]
Where did you get the mimosa, by the way? [Changing subject, changing subject.] I wish to have more of that drink.
[With the goal being fairly obvious.]
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[ She barely suppresses a snicker. He's making this worse for himself. If she senses a weakness, she has to pick at it. The compulsion is too strong to ignore, an awful, awful addiction she's unable to quit, considering she'd spent far too much time doing that to her so-called friends.
Monika leans back in her chair, looking increasingly comfortable...and obnoxiously smug. Seems she's most in her element when she's being a pest. ]
There's a whole tray of them over there. [ She gestures with her glass over to a setup with various complimentary wedding-themed snacks. ] Make sure you get an extra orange one.
[ Will she leave it at that? Be nice? Tease him more?
...Tease him more, of course! He's doing too good of a job of reminding her of a certain pink-haired, manga-loving menace. ]
I hear it can cure bad cases of tsundere. Maybe grab the whole tray~
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Just let him cope that he isn't sweet and cute. He's terrible person with the social skill of a rock. A rock probably has better social skills than him...]
I am not a... tsundere, either. [It's frankly amazing that he even knows what a tsundere is.] And I might just do that!
[His voice raises for once. He's not actually angry, but oh he's certainly getting agitated by Monika's kind words. He's not sure how to deal when someone is being playful with him. Anyway, he needs to have some time away, so he gets up and walks away to grab a whole tray of mimosa. But not before saying:]
Stay here. I'll be back.
[It doesn't actually take long for Soundwave to return. And true to his word, he does bring a whole tray of mimosa with him. It took a bit of negotiating and thinly-veiled threats, but what truly matters is that he's gotten a whole tray. Not only that, he seems to have bought three bottles of red wine, too. He sets them down on the table before re-joining Monika, sitting right next to her.]
Hmph. [Soundwave doesn't say anything as he sinks back into the chair, pops a red wine bottle open, and decides to down at least half of it, before exhaling , cheeks flushed entirely red as he turns to face Monika, still pouting over it.
Oh, did he try to hide his pout earlier? Well now Monika gets to see it now.]
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On the bright side, that unexpected show of a new emotion (who knew he could raise his voice!) combined with him re-masking knocks the smarm off her face. She doesn't even manage a real response, only stammering out a few words before he's stormed off. This leaves her looking mildly annoyed and highly put out. People are supposed to subject themselves to her behavior for as long as she wants! And speaking of, who is he to tell her to stay put? She's a free woman! She can move around as much as she wants!
But...she'd rather not be alone. Grumbling, she pokes at the snack hoard and works on finishing up her cold coffee, since it's better than the dumb mimosa. This jerk!
...This jerk who's made her sputter into a cup for the second time in one day. Thankfully, none of it splashes out, but it was a close one. Back to being shocked again, then. And maybe more annoyed on the inside, because she hates being so expertly one-upped. ]
Er...
[ She stares. Watches him drink--no, chug--wine, then attempts to count just how many mimosas have been dragged over. Craziest of all, is he pouting? Her brain's short-circuiting. She has to lean away from him, because she's pretty sure he's going to be flammable any minute now. ]
Okay, so. Ehehe. I know I'm pretty new to this whole food and drink thing, but... [ Did she count twenty glasses? Twenty-five? And two more bottles of wine?! ] This seems dangerous, doesn't it?
[ She's cool and mature enough to know alcohol poisoning is a thing! ]
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I can handle this much. I'm made of sterner stuff.
[Just half a bottle? He can do one more bottle- he's only just getting tipsy! But he knows how to pace himself. He's not out here to get extremely drunk right at the start. Human alcohol aren't as strong as his own kind, however, he's getting the feeling that Monika might be worried with the amount of alcohol he brings to the table. It's a worrying amount, sure, and.... he's not even sure himself what point he's making, here.
In any case, he's not going to back down after bringing all these, here.]
You are free to join in. Or not. Do whatever you what. [....] Just... let me get drunk enough so I can socialize better.
[Which is partly true. He does get better at socializing when drunk. And so, he takes another chug of the bottle, before turning back to Monika, expression less pouty and more curious.]
........ You really think I'm sweet?
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Her grimacing worsens when he insists he's intent on putting Dionysus to shame. Maybe she should try to tip the tray over, just to be safe? ]
Erm, I dunno if I'll have much more. What I did have already made me feel a little funny. [ She's small and inexperienced. Of course it did. ] I'm not sure if I want to figure out if this place has a hospital the hard way...
[ She puts her coffee cup aside, then leans in to peer at the tray closer. She wants an accurate count, just in case she has to explain why he's passed out to a doctor. ]
Seriously, you don't have to get drunk on my account! You've done fine so far! You can't be any worse than this guy I met in an elevator here. His sentences were usually just one word...
[ But just as she's about to finish tapping on each glass to get her count done, here comes another shocker. The tray rattles, and she jerks back, gawking at him. Is that why he's being like this? ]
Oh my gosh. [ She giggles softly. ] Has no one ever given you a compliment before? Of course you're sweet! In your own grumpy way, yeah, but definitely sweet. You've spent all this time with me, haven't you? It means a lot!
[ She just, you know. Had to be annoying with her kindness first. ]
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