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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ Regardless of how she feels Edelgard looks as though she belongs at any extravagant party. Her dress, wine red, wraps around her neck like a choker, bares her upper back, and has a side slit that would, she notes with some approval, allow her plenty of movement if the party turned into something more like combat. The lack of sleeves is countered by matching gloves fit for an opera, long enough to hide the old experimentation scars on her inner arms. Her pale hair coils into a braided crown around the back of her head, a few loose locks framing her face. A small earring dangles from her right ear -- half of a golden sunburst -- and it's complemented on her left earlobe by a golden cuff shaped like a small flowering vine.
She has learned in her time here to show some caution with the food unless she is in a position not to mind an aphodisiac leading her astray. She's less prepared to find herself rising into the air as though weightless after a glass of champagne. ]
Excuse me.
[ She's risen high enough that she gives the nearest head a careful pat. ]
Would you mind helping to ground me?
[ Typically she needs a stepstool -- or a friend -- to reach high shelves. At least this is a novelty. ]
dirty dice
[ Her very first night here was marked by a dice game, one that led her to an achingly unexpected friendship. Despite the change in the dice and the threat of more options to deal with, Edelgard is confident that she can win a payout. This time she expects to flush significantly less than she did on the day of her arrival.
Standing at one of the tables, she folds her gloved hands together on the surface and makes direct eye contact when purposefully approached. ]
Shall we begin?
1 or 11
[ The truth is that Edelgard only came here looking for a quieter location to spend a little time in as the party drags on. She has little idea of what she's getting into when she draws an Ace of Hearts but it's made clear quickly enough. Since she's already here and can't claim not to be curious, she wanders into an open bedroom and slows to a stop when she sees she isn't alone. ]
Are you here for the dynamic--
[ Adjusting one of her gloves, she offers an even more assessing look than usual but her tone lacks any particular judgement. Her experience with deliberate dominance and submission is quite limited, mostly idle conversation. She has been accused of being bossy before and will no doubt face that accusation again but that is very different and she is both uncertain that she wishes to draw these lines around sex and certain that she would need to trust someone a great deal in order to take a more submissive role herself. ]
--or simply to escape the party?
[ ooc: extremely open to other prompts, love house of cards and maybe sex toy roulette. she's definitely gonna play with some cats. I'm happy to hash out other prompts via pm! for 1 or 11 I'm open to anything: just talking to someone regardless of designation, her playing her assigned role (since this would be her first deliberate lean into it you shouldn't expect harder kinks but I'd be so down for leash and collar and/or master/pet, orgasm denial, temperature play, sensation play, and I could feel my way into other things depending on what the conversation's like/how our characters interact - I'd love to have her muzzle someone and I'm very interested in her playing around with physical restraints, which she's likely to be pretty respectful with in this set-up because bondage is currently still a big no for her on the receiving end and if your character also happens to be anti-restraints she's become a big fan of honor bondage), or even something with her playing a more submissive role (this will probably work best if she either already knows and trusts your character or if they're an experienced stranger who makes a quick good impression on her - love this possibility, maybe framed as someone indulging her curiosity and letting her experience how they handle it, but not in a one-size-fits-all kind of way so either pm me or let's start with an ic conversation/negotiation and get a feel for it). edelgard is 23 and f/m/nb are all good but 20+ preferred! ]
[ marco has never been one for extravagance himself, but even he did not think it was worth the grief of resisting insistent attendants. at least he isn't a stranger to suits, though this rental he's been given is far better fitted and of a far better quality than any he's ever put on in his life. it leaves him just a little self-conscious, one hand restlessly running over the folded lapel of the neatly-pressed suit; being of such a low rank, he can't help but worry any damage to the suit will simply detract its value from his already small number of credit.
it's this sort of distraction that has him not nearly as alert as he normally would be. that's why he doesn't even notice edelgard (though why would he think to look so high up to notice someone in the first place?) until she is right there, gently tapping on his head.
he starts, however minutely, a half-second after that curious glance up.
and then he's darting those eyes elsewhere a half-second later, shoulders stiff and ears a little warm. with the angle, and that high slit of her dress... well. anyway. ]
—Yes, of course.
[ he offers a hand, even as he resolutely looks just slightly to the side of her. as soon as she holds on, he will give an experimental tug, unsure if her current predicament would necessitate more than just that to get gravity working as it should again. will she come crashing down, like a plucked fruit? or need to be guided, like a balloon? ]
[ It's said with every ounce of the considerable dignity she can muster, which is quite a bit even in these frankly ridiculous circumstances, and while she detects a hint of what feels like justified awkwardness from him she is really far more focused on regaining some amount of control over herself.
Getting what he may find to be a surprisingly firm grip on his offered hand, she sways downward in his direction when tugged. She stretches her legs, toes pointed as she attempts to will her feet to touch the ground, but ultimately doesn't lower anywhere near close enough to make contact with it. Buoyant, she starts drifting again, tethered by their joined hands. ]
Perhaps we should try guiding my feet. If I can stay connected to something heavier than I am once down I should be fine until this wears off.
[ the grip is indeed a surprise, something that registers briefly in marco's radar — but dismissed for the moment as he refocuses his attention on the matter at hand. after all, it would not be the first time he's met someone of her stature who could very easily hand him his ass, but admittedly it has been some time since he's come across another who would.
at the very least, he's glad to know that even if he hadn't been around to help her, she would have easily pulled herself down had she been able to grab onto some piece of furniture along the way. ]
Yes, of course—
[ he adjusts his own position, angling himself so that he might be able to reach out and snag her ankle with his free hand. ]
Excuse me, [ he says, rather unnecessarily considering it'd been her suggestion, but it still feels quite wrong to manhandle a young woman, especially one struggling to retain what dignity she can given the circumstances. ]
There — an empty chair. We can try to guide you down that first, then aim for the ground after?
[ slowly, he starts to steer her towards the abandoned seat.... ]
[ Edelgard has never been known for her sense of humor and that is even more certain here, an opulent cage where her control has been wrested from her on multiple occasions, but she isn't entirely without one and somewhere along the way the sense of vague irritation that can't be helped in response to most of the resort's machinations is eroded by the sheer ridiculousness of this moment, drifting through the air, anchored by a stranger's hand on her ankle. Not every mishap here has been one she felt she may laugh about later in the night.
One hand keeps the skirt of her dress pressed to her thigh in an attempt to keep it from opening enough to give him a faceful of bare leg for his polite effort, the smallest of smiles slowly tugging at one corner of her mouth. She only moves that hand to brace it on his shoulder as they approach, her other hand sweeping down to reach for the chair's back. ]
[ he's relieved to see she's in lighter spirits. it prompts a small smile of his own, even if he still looks a little sheepish about this whole endeavor. he makes sure to be a steady anchor for her as she works to get some leverage. on the chair's seat he helps to guide her feet, but he doesn't yet release her ankle or her hand just in case she floats off again. ]
Do you feel a little more stable?
[ heavier, maybe? he's not entirely sure what to look out for her. it's not as if she looks particularly... bouyant... but maybe it's different if you're the one experiencing it. maybe there's a particular feeling associated with it? hopefully the chair will help some, but all the same, he folds his hand over the one she's got on the back of the chair, and angles himself just so that she can lean on him if she needs to. ]
Do you want to try stepping down?
[ at her ankle, his hand slackens just slightly — enough that his fingers span out over the delicate bone, and his palm can slide up just a little higher along her calf. ]
I'm finally back up to speed as of today, thanks for your patience!
I'm pleased to meet you, Marco, despite the circumstances.
[ Had she chosen this weightlessness she can see how it might feel somewhat freeing, perhaps a bit like the time Caleb turned her into a literal eagle and she had what she can only consider the privilege of flying through the Vale.
But that, she can't help thinking again as she hovers beside the chair, was invited. ]
Stepping down now.
[ Marco is, to her eye, solidly built. She is less likely to lift him off the floor and successfully carry him straight to the ceiling than she is take off with the chair so her grasp on him is the more anchoring grip, the two of them positioned a bit as though this is a dance they've entered with the chair as their third partner.
Yet her very purposeful step down with the leg his hand is on, a touch that while innocent enough is still more casually intimate than she is with most people from day to day, doesn't stay firm on the seat of the chair long, her body rising by increments. Even her hold on his shoulder slowly begins to tug at his suit as her body threatens to rise. ]
Perhaps you can guide both of my feet to the floor and I can reassess from there.
[ As no-nonsense as she tries to be about it, the situation is full nonsense and the smile she gives him when she makes eye contact again is not without a hint of apology. He is a complete stranger: it's kind of him to continue to help. ]
[ He'd been shepherded over to the table by an overzealous staff member, grumbling and griping and visibly dragging his feet, and even after he's been (forcibly) plonked down into his seat with an obnoxiously cheery chirp of, 'Have a fun time!' Fuuta wastes a few seconds shooting the staff member's back a dirty look. Only when they've melted back into the crowd, he gives an overdramatic sigh as he looks across the table at his 'game partner.'
Sorry Edelgard, maybe this is squelching whatever you hopes you have of this game being as meaningful as the first time around ... ]
Yeah, I guess. [ At least Fuuta seems resigned to cooperating now, hunching forward to rest his elbows on the tabletop. ] ... though you know, you don't gotta treat this like such a serious deal. [ He's referring to her impeccable posture. ] It's just a dumb game. You can go first if you want.
sorry for the wait - will speed up again after this weekend!
Well, Edelgard knows for a fact that she can work with a reluctant but cooperative partner. Often here she has been reluctant. But she doesn't think she typically comes across like the walking stormcloud who drops into the seat across from her.
She's not without empathy, though she did choose to play this time around. ]
It is a dumb game. [ He'll get no argument there; she quite agrees. ] However, I like to win games.
[ Regardless of how dumb, there is no chance that she could be anything but serious about a game that has a "genitals" option on the dice.
Since he doesn't need to negotiate about who goes first she picks up the dice and rolls, reading aloud once they tumble to a stop. ]
Bite ear. [ Looking up again, she raises her eyebrows. ] I assume you don't object.
[ Oh. Doesn't like to lose, huh. Fuuta purses his lips at that, but has no snippy retort to give other than a quiet grunt because -- yeah, he gets it. Even if these games are all stupid bullshit that the resort's pulling just to mess with them, it still feels bad to ever have to admit defeat.
So a part of him's almost jealous when he sees that dice roll. 'Bite ear.' After some of the other options he's seen spit out by these dice, that one seems so easy in comparison -- why can't he ever seem to get those easy rolls? ]
Yeah, sure. S'fine.
[ But rules are rules. He's not about to get in her way over something that petty.
Fuuta shifts where he's sitting to angle the left side of his head closer to her, reaching up to card his fingers through his hair and pull some of the unruly locks aside to better expose his ear for biting. And he gives a little grunt to signal an 'okay' before waiting for her to make her move. -- she's not gonna bite hard or anything, is she? Probably not. She looks way too prim and proper to do much more than the faintest nibble. ]
[ She doesn't expect enthusiasm from him -- while she is certainly eager to win, "enthusiastic" is not how she would describe herself either -- but he's not exactly brimming with charisma, is he. ]
Good.
[ At least he cooperates and helpfully turns his head and bares his ear for her. ]
Thank you.
[ Crowding the table, she leans right over it, her mouth aimed at his ear. Her breath ghosts across his cheek in the moment before she makes contact, the lavender-and-citrus scent of her shampoo faintly evident at this proximity. She would approach it differently with someone she has personally chosen to be intimate with -- a hand on their face, urging it to turn just so to give her the best possible access -- but with a stranger there is little in the way of casual intimacy around her task. She tips her chin and closes her teeth firmly on his earlobe, a hold held for a solid few seconds so there is no room for questioning whether or not it is indeed a bite. There's a slight tug on the lobe between her lips as her teeth release and she starts to pull away. ]
[ -- why do girls always smell kind of nice, anyway. It's an intrusive thought that he has to struggle to fend off when she leans in and he gets a good whiff of her shampoo. Trying to keep himself as still as possible, Fuuta ends up sitting stiffly, free hand fisted into the thigh of his slacks and breath held. Though -- it turns out tensing up like that is a little counterproductive, since he ends up giving the tiniest jump when he feels those teeth close around his ear. He's so conscious of a warm breath glossed against his ear, and it's not until Edelgard moves away that he lets out that breath he'd been holding.
It's not a big deal, he tells himself. It's not. It's not! It's just a stupid game, so.
He tries to ignore the flustered feeling buzzing in his chest as he snatches up the dice a little more forcefully than is strictly necessary, then chucks them across the table, watching them slowly roll to a halt.
'FONDLE' 'ASS.' ]
Wh -- ?! [ He was so prepared for another stupid prompt that such a straightforward option catches him completely off-guard, and Fuuta ends up stewing for a moment before looking across the table. His face is definitely red. ] ... I'm not gonna do anything you're gonna get upset about for some stupid game. So. I can skip if you want me to.
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edelgard von hresvelg | fire emblem: three houses | currently in-game
[ Regardless of how she feels Edelgard looks as though she belongs at any extravagant party. Her dress, wine red, wraps around her neck like a choker, bares her upper back, and has a side slit that would, she notes with some approval, allow her plenty of movement if the party turned into something more like combat. The lack of sleeves is countered by matching gloves fit for an opera, long enough to hide the old experimentation scars on her inner arms. Her pale hair coils into a braided crown around the back of her head, a few loose locks framing her face. A small earring dangles from her right ear -- half of a golden sunburst -- and it's complemented on her left earlobe by a golden cuff shaped like a small flowering vine.
She has learned in her time here to show some caution with the food unless she is in a position not to mind an aphodisiac leading her astray. She's less prepared to find herself rising into the air as though weightless after a glass of champagne. ]
Excuse me.
[ She's risen high enough that she gives the nearest head a careful pat. ]
Would you mind helping to ground me?
[ Typically she needs a stepstool -- or a friend -- to reach high shelves. At least this is a novelty. ]
dirty dice
[ Her very first night here was marked by a dice game, one that led her to an achingly unexpected friendship. Despite the change in the dice and the threat of more options to deal with, Edelgard is confident that she can win a payout. This time she expects to flush significantly less than she did on the day of her arrival.
Standing at one of the tables, she folds her gloved hands together on the surface and makes direct eye contact when purposefully approached. ]
Shall we begin?
1 or 11
[ The truth is that Edelgard only came here looking for a quieter location to spend a little time in as the party drags on. She has little idea of what she's getting into when she draws an Ace of Hearts but it's made clear quickly enough. Since she's already here and can't claim not to be curious, she wanders into an open bedroom and slows to a stop when she sees she isn't alone. ]
Are you here for the dynamic--
[ Adjusting one of her gloves, she offers an even more assessing look than usual but her tone lacks any particular judgement. Her experience with deliberate dominance and submission is quite limited, mostly idle conversation. She has been accused of being bossy before and will no doubt face that accusation again but that is very different and she is both uncertain that she wishes to draw these lines around sex and certain that she would need to trust someone a great deal in order to take a more submissive role herself. ]
--or simply to escape the party?
[ ooc: extremely open to other prompts, love house of cards and maybe sex toy roulette. she's definitely gonna play with some cats. I'm happy to hash out other prompts via pm! for 1 or 11 I'm open to anything: just talking to someone regardless of designation, her playing her assigned role (since this would be her first deliberate lean into it you shouldn't expect harder kinks but I'd be so down for leash and collar and/or master/pet, orgasm denial, temperature play, sensation play, and I could feel my way into other things depending on what the conversation's like/how our characters interact - I'd love to have her muzzle someone and I'm very interested in her playing around with physical restraints, which she's likely to be pretty respectful with in this set-up because bondage is currently still a big no for her on the receiving end and if your character also happens to be anti-restraints she's become a big fan of honor bondage), or even something with her playing a more submissive role (this will probably work best if she either already knows and trusts your character or if they're an experienced stranger who makes a quick good impression on her - love this possibility, maybe framed as someone indulging her curiosity and letting her experience how they handle it, but not in a one-size-fits-all kind of way so either pm me or let's start with an ic conversation/negotiation and get a feel for it). edelgard is 23 and f/m/nb are all good but 20+ preferred! ]
black tie affair
it's this sort of distraction that has him not nearly as alert as he normally would be. that's why he doesn't even notice edelgard (though why would he think to look so high up to notice someone in the first place?) until she is right there, gently tapping on his head.
he starts, however minutely, a half-second after that curious glance up.
and then he's darting those eyes elsewhere a half-second later, shoulders stiff and ears a little warm. with the angle, and that high slit of her dress... well. anyway. ]
—Yes, of course.
[ he offers a hand, even as he resolutely looks just slightly to the side of her. as soon as she holds on, he will give an experimental tug, unsure if her current predicament would necessitate more than just that to get gravity working as it should again. will she come crashing down, like a plucked fruit? or need to be guided, like a balloon? ]
no subject
[ It's said with every ounce of the considerable dignity she can muster, which is quite a bit even in these frankly ridiculous circumstances, and while she detects a hint of what feels like justified awkwardness from him she is really far more focused on regaining some amount of control over herself.
Getting what he may find to be a surprisingly firm grip on his offered hand, she sways downward in his direction when tugged. She stretches her legs, toes pointed as she attempts to will her feet to touch the ground, but ultimately doesn't lower anywhere near close enough to make contact with it. Buoyant, she starts drifting again, tethered by their joined hands. ]
Perhaps we should try guiding my feet. If I can stay connected to something heavier than I am once down I should be fine until this wears off.
[ In theory? ]
no subject
at the very least, he's glad to know that even if he hadn't been around to help her, she would have easily pulled herself down had she been able to grab onto some piece of furniture along the way. ]
Yes, of course—
[ he adjusts his own position, angling himself so that he might be able to reach out and snag her ankle with his free hand. ]
Excuse me, [ he says, rather unnecessarily considering it'd been her suggestion, but it still feels quite wrong to manhandle a young woman, especially one struggling to retain what dignity she can given the circumstances. ]
There — an empty chair. We can try to guide you down that first, then aim for the ground after?
[ slowly, he starts to steer her towards the abandoned seat.... ]
sorry for the delay!
[ Edelgard has never been known for her sense of humor and that is even more certain here, an opulent cage where her control has been wrested from her on multiple occasions, but she isn't entirely without one and somewhere along the way the sense of vague irritation that can't be helped in response to most of the resort's machinations is eroded by the sheer ridiculousness of this moment, drifting through the air, anchored by a stranger's hand on her ankle. Not every mishap here has been one she felt she may laugh about later in the night.
One hand keeps the skirt of her dress pressed to her thigh in an attempt to keep it from opening enough to give him a faceful of bare leg for his polite effort, the smallest of smiles slowly tugging at one corner of her mouth. She only moves that hand to brace it on his shoulder as they approach, her other hand sweeping down to reach for the chair's back. ]
My name is Edelgard.
not at all! take your time
[ he's relieved to see she's in lighter spirits. it prompts a small smile of his own, even if he still looks a little sheepish about this whole endeavor. he makes sure to be a steady anchor for her as she works to get some leverage. on the chair's seat he helps to guide her feet, but he doesn't yet release her ankle or her hand just in case she floats off again. ]
Do you feel a little more stable?
[ heavier, maybe? he's not entirely sure what to look out for her. it's not as if she looks particularly... bouyant... but maybe it's different if you're the one experiencing it. maybe there's a particular feeling associated with it? hopefully the chair will help some, but all the same, he folds his hand over the one she's got on the back of the chair, and angles himself just so that she can lean on him if she needs to. ]
Do you want to try stepping down?
[ at her ankle, his hand slackens just slightly — enough that his fingers span out over the delicate bone, and his palm can slide up just a little higher along her calf. ]
I'm finally back up to speed as of today, thanks for your patience!
[ Had she chosen this weightlessness she can see how it might feel somewhat freeing, perhaps a bit like the time Caleb turned her into a literal eagle and she had what she can only consider the privilege of flying through the Vale.
But that, she can't help thinking again as she hovers beside the chair, was invited. ]
Stepping down now.
[ Marco is, to her eye, solidly built. She is less likely to lift him off the floor and successfully carry him straight to the ceiling than she is take off with the chair so her grasp on him is the more anchoring grip, the two of them positioned a bit as though this is a dance they've entered with the chair as their third partner.
Yet her very purposeful step down with the leg his hand is on, a touch that while innocent enough is still more casually intimate than she is with most people from day to day, doesn't stay firm on the seat of the chair long, her body rising by increments. Even her hold on his shoulder slowly begins to tug at his suit as her body threatens to rise. ]
Perhaps you can guide both of my feet to the floor and I can reassess from there.
[ As no-nonsense as she tries to be about it, the situation is full nonsense and the smile she gives him when she makes eye contact again is not without a hint of apology. He is a complete stranger: it's kind of him to continue to help. ]
dirty dice
Sorry Edelgard, maybe this is squelching whatever you hopes you have of this game being as meaningful as the first time around ... ]
Yeah, I guess. [ At least Fuuta seems resigned to cooperating now, hunching forward to rest his elbows on the tabletop. ] ... though you know, you don't gotta treat this like such a serious deal. [ He's referring to her impeccable posture. ] It's just a dumb game. You can go first if you want.
sorry for the wait - will speed up again after this weekend!
Well, Edelgard knows for a fact that she can work with a reluctant but cooperative partner. Often here she has been reluctant. But she doesn't think she typically comes across like the walking stormcloud who drops into the seat across from her.
She's not without empathy, though she did choose to play this time around. ]
It is a dumb game. [ He'll get no argument there; she quite agrees. ] However, I like to win games.
[ Regardless of how dumb, there is no chance that she could be anything but serious about a game that has a "genitals" option on the dice.
Since he doesn't need to negotiate about who goes first she picks up the dice and rolls, reading aloud once they tumble to a stop. ]
Bite ear. [ Looking up again, she raises her eyebrows. ] I assume you don't object.
no problem!
So a part of him's almost jealous when he sees that dice roll. 'Bite ear.' After some of the other options he's seen spit out by these dice, that one seems so easy in comparison -- why can't he ever seem to get those easy rolls? ]
Yeah, sure. S'fine.
[ But rules are rules. He's not about to get in her way over something that petty.
Fuuta shifts where he's sitting to angle the left side of his head closer to her, reaching up to card his fingers through his hair and pull some of the unruly locks aside to better expose his ear for biting. And he gives a little grunt to signal an 'okay' before waiting for her to make her move. -- she's not gonna bite hard or anything, is she? Probably not. She looks way too prim and proper to do much more than the faintest nibble. ]
finally caught up, thanks for your patience!
Good.
[ At least he cooperates and helpfully turns his head and bares his ear for her. ]
Thank you.
[ Crowding the table, she leans right over it, her mouth aimed at his ear. Her breath ghosts across his cheek in the moment before she makes contact, the lavender-and-citrus scent of her shampoo faintly evident at this proximity. She would approach it differently with someone she has personally chosen to be intimate with -- a hand on their face, urging it to turn just so to give her the best possible access -- but with a stranger there is little in the way of casual intimacy around her task. She tips her chin and closes her teeth firmly on his earlobe, a hold held for a solid few seconds so there is no room for questioning whether or not it is indeed a bite. There's a slight tug on the lobe between her lips as her teeth release and she starts to pull away. ]
Your turn.
👍👍
It's not a big deal, he tells himself. It's not. It's not! It's just a stupid game, so.
He tries to ignore the flustered feeling buzzing in his chest as he snatches up the dice a little more forcefully than is strictly necessary, then chucks them across the table, watching them slowly roll to a halt.
'FONDLE' 'ASS.' ]
Wh -- ?! [ He was so prepared for another stupid prompt that such a straightforward option catches him completely off-guard, and Fuuta ends up stewing for a moment before looking across the table. His face is definitely red. ] ... I'm not gonna do anything you're gonna get upset about for some stupid game. So. I can skip if you want me to.