mingle post? mingle post. MINGLE POST!!

[carreau]

Who: you
Broadcast: if you want
Action: also if you want
When: right. goddamn. now.

[ It's a mingle post. IN SPACE.

Just comment and tag around. ]

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[heresyandlace]

[oh, hmm. he hadn't thought that far ahead.

and after thinking over it for a minute, he lazily waves his hand, gesturing at Krista's boring teenage outfit.]

I don't know--what do you have?

[ladiesss]

Uh...

[she looks down at her own clothes... maybe it would have been a good day to wear a hat... not that she has one to wear. after a moment, she frowns and somehow sounds more deadpan than usual.]

I don't know, my bra? I need all my clothes, Tek.

[heresyandlace]

[haaa he smirks.]

Oh... your bra wouldn't fit me.

[really completely said just to pick on her. he shrugs right after that.]

I don't really care if I get to keep whatever it is or not. I just want to see it.

[ladiesss]

Uuuugh... [she shoves his shoulder. which might have been offensive if she had more than one dot in strength. she probably just pushes herself over.]

Fine, whatever. Give me a leaf or something, you'll have to put up with a stupid ritual for it.

[heresyandlace]

[it makes him laugh, even as he's looking disgusted by her suggestion.]

You're going to waste it on a leaf? Why don't you use it on something that you can keep... like making your shirt look nice or something.

[ladiesss]

[tiny gasp!]

My shirt looks fine, thank you very much. Ugh.

[she's so annoyed. she's just going to sit there. annoyed.]

[heresyandlace]

[she makes this too easy.]

Oh, you just have no imagination, do you?

It will go back, you know. You said so yourself.

[ladiesss]

[big, tortured sigh.]

I need to go find a bunch of twigs to build an effigy or something. I'll be right back.

[GETS UP walks away. she's going to go find something to make a bunk with.]

[heresyandlace]

[he laughs... until she really does pick herself all the way up and start walking away.]

...Oh, you were serious?

[an effigy?]

[ladiesss]

I'm serious! I told you I have to do some ritual bullshit, otherwise I'm gonna lose all of my magic!

[...she shouts this, but... it's still a whisper... so that might have gotten kind of hard to hear about halfway through, because she's still walking away.]

[heresyandlace]

[he just murmurs a wondering sound under his breath and waits for her to return, then.

he'd probably continue to pick on her about it, but it's less fun when she can't properly answer him back.]

[ladiesss]

[it's okay. she comes back in a little bit with a handful of small rocks.]

Okay, I'm back. I brought rocks.

[heresyandlace]

Good for you!

[he sounds so proud of her. just to be an ass.]

[ladiesss]

I should throw these at you.

[she doesn't, though. she starts setting them down along the bench, wherever Tek is not sitting, kind of an even distance from each other.]

[heresyandlace]

[he watches for what he considers a very patient minute.]

...And these rocks will turn your shirt into something nice?

[ladiesss]

No. [she stops placing rocks and tilts her head at him, catty.] My shirt is fine.

[oh, and the bench is suddenly a super-comfortable, squishy couch. it's red. it's cute. velvet, probably. Krista plops back down with huff.]

[heresyandlace]

[he thinks she's cute when she's catty. and he's going to make a comment about it, when the sudden couch catches him off guard.

he's surprised... and then absolutely thrilled.]

--Oh! That's really good!

[ladiesss]

Yeah it is.

[she bounces on the couch a little. much better than the wooden (or... plastic) benches.]