So-called Social Studies

jake-english: ((Completely OOC but I need this to get out...

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 04:24:04 -0500

((Completely OOC but I need this to get out there. I was reviewing [S] Seer: Descend with a friend because of a conversation concerning what Rose got from the Horrorterrors and I feel completely silly that I never saw this before. I mean, it makes perfect sense, there are 2 moons around alternia, pink and green, and we all thought the green moon was analogous to the green sun, but a pink sun, why the hell not?

If you watch when the video flashes random images quickly as she touches down you’ll spot this image, and my friend was quick enough to snag a screenshot of it. I don’t know what connotations this has for the future, what the sun will be used for. But I have theories as to how it will be created and why we shouldn’t mind Lord English in the slightest. If it took 2 universes for the green sun, it should take just as much power for an equal sun, so we need 2 more universes to die. That would likely be A1 and B2 as UU had designated them, and something tells me the Pink sun will be either the final nail in the coffin for our heroes or the only way to beat Lord English.

I apologize profusely for the ooc nature of this post and the absurd amount of tags I am going to laden on this image because I feel this needs to get out there, I can’t believe I missed it but I can’t find any other discussion on the image in any cursory google or tumblr searches.))

((Alright then.))

categorical-thoroughbred: turntechcollegekid: turntechdjhead: ...

Mon, 05 Dec 2011 16:27:21 -0500

categorical-thoroughbred:

turntechcollegekid:

turntechdjhead:

sardonicpuppeteer:

grandmaradical:

traceexcalibur:

“I’d do something.”

…well then.

“Name one,” Said Vesper.

Um.

“Many of these methods would be considered extreme.”

ah.
i see.

“Jim said said he’d had it there a long time, to coat it over so and make a ball of it.”

that doesnt even..

((“Arigato” Shijumi said.))

((“Now followed the preparations for getting in- the fur rug spread out, the foot-muff put ready- and at last I was sitting in my seat.” Sigmund Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams.))

“He called the wall a waste of time and effort, and perhaps it was, but it made her teeth chatter.” Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time, Winters Heart.

carcinogeticginger: hapen: i could bug karkat about how hes doing to make sure hes not going to do...

Fri, 02 Dec 2011 14:51:15 -0500

carcinogeticginger:

hapen:

i could bug karkat about how hes doing to make sure hes not going to do anything drastic but i could also eat this pizza

WHAT KARKAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

((Eat the pizza))

==> Show Aradia around

Wed, 30 Nov 2011 01:05:58 -0500

archeologicalaficionado:

word-petals:

You watch her stumble a bit with her eyes close, somewhat confused. She certainly does seem to have a certain amount of randomness to her actions. She’s doing alright though for the most part, veering a bit too far to the right. You just walk along carefully, keeping an eye ahead to make sure nothing in the immediate future is going to cause her trouble. She’ll brush up against the wall here soon but she’s not going fast enough for it to be painful and the angle she’ll encounter it at is slight.

You figure it might be a good time to answer her though, to see if she’s paying enough attention to know the distance between is growing. “They serve a good variety, it’s a make to order place so their entire selection is available; no soup of the day type thing. As for archaeology, you’ll have a lot of varying courses. Quite a few history classes and anthropology for sure. I don’t know much about the anthropology courses but history is usually in Krandon Hall.”

You slip up, blinking your eyes open by mistake when you realize just how displaced her voice has come. It’s a good thing too, it looks like you were about to run into something. Oops! You laugh softly to yourself and then look over to her with a smile. “That sounds wonderful. What a nice place.” You tend to have soup a lot; especially canned soups, as you a a little fearful of touching a stove (or going anywhere near it, really) and your parents are hardly home to keep you company anymore. They got tired of keeping watch over you a long time ago.

You aren’t tired of soup though. Especially when the soup sounds so nice. Though you are much more excited for the company on this outing than your food. You wander back over to Rose, playing with the back of your skirt with your still entwined fingers. “That is very helpful, despite a few holes in your knowledge. Thank you, Rose. Is Krandon Hall near here, do you know?”

As you exit the building through the automatic doors you point roughly east towards where Krandon Hall is. It’s not really nearby, the students who usually enjoy studying ancient civilizations tend to not be very social and the college seemed to accommodate them by placing their building on the edge of campus.

“It’s quite a distance that way. It’s got a strange design, so it shouldn’t be hard to find really. We can certainly drop by there later. But, here we have our destination.”

You open the door to Kristine’s and hold it for Aradia with a tiny smile. You were looking forward to having a club for some reason today. It was thankfully just past the regular lunch hour and the restaurant was calm at this point.

turntechcollegekid: pollohthepurpura: lolwhutninja: blitzkrieg...

Tue, 29 Nov 2011 20:22:14 -0500

turntechcollegekid:

pollohthepurpura:

lolwhutninja:

blitzkriegcrow:

scarsareperfection:

scantilycladinyourbones:

donotpressrepeat:

Considering that my hand was curled up on the left side of my chest, I am pretty damn fucked up.

my hand was on my thigh, finger pointing to my toes. Shit.

I’m basically scratching my temple with the barrel, probably about to shoot my ear off….

Was resting my head in my hand. I just blew my brains out :T

I just shot off my nose… I was rubbing it because it’s cold.

shot the ceiling

((i was holding a taco with my left hand so my index finger was pointing half into a taco which was pointing at my right calf sorta. I have a strong chance of taco infection?))

((I’m left handed, I just shot my desk through a mousepad.))

==> Show Aradia around

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 22:43:36 -0500

archeologicalaficionado:

word-petals:

You look back at her, she seems very child like. It’s not bad actually, she has the cheerful demeanor and energy of a child more than the prankster qualities you equate to youth. She has sense enough to consider it important to find study spots also.

“Wonderful, it’s not far from here. If I’m on this end of campus I walk through the life sciences building to get there. It’ll be quite a bit faster than going around.”

You point out the building in question as you turn towards it. You wonder if she has any classes in here actually. You rushed away from the dean so fast you didn’t think to ask her what her major was come to think of it.

“So Aradia, have you thought on a major yet? Just thinking of which buildings you might be spending more time in.”

What a silly way to put it, but then again, you wish someone had told you the english lit building was kept at a balmy 80 all year for some ungodly reason before you chose that as your first major.

”Perfect.” You release a little breath you’ve been holding for whatever reason you can’t really place with a soft hum of pleasure. You are still smiling, but it’s dulled down. Still wide, but not as manic. Your face hurts just a little bit from how much of this smiling business you’ve been participating in today. “What kinds of soups do they have there?”

You trot forward a little to keep pace with Rose. She seems like an excellent tour guide if you’ve having that sort of thing, and you hope the two of you can become friends. You close your eyes, feeling your shoulders relax as you do so and offhandedly noting that you might be entering another zoned out state. Over time, you have become quite adept at recognizing these states of consciousness.

You let yourself drift, still walking. You adjust your movements, Rose is to the left of you, so you veer to the right in hopes of avoiding a collision with her. You trip, just lightly on something under your feet but manage to straighten without trouble. You would be an awful adventurer in training if you couldn’t walk with your eyes closed. “I want to be an Archaeologist.” You inform her brightly, your thoughts making the statement seem twice as big of a deal than it actually is. “Do you know what buildings that would focus in?” You tilt your head in the direction you think she must be, since she would have been there when your eyes were open. You do not open your eyes.

You watch her stumble a bit with her eyes close, somewhat confused. She certainly does seem to have a certain amount of randomness to her actions. She’s doing alright though for the most part, veering a bit too far to the right. You just walk along carefully, keeping an eye ahead to make sure nothing in the immediate future is going to cause her trouble. She’ll brush up against the wall here soon but she’s not going fast enough for it to be painful and the angle she’ll encounter it at is slight.

You figure it might be a good time to answer her though, to see if she’s paying enough attention to know the distance between is growing. “They serve a good variety, it’s a make to order place so their entire selection is available; no soup of the day type thing. As for archaeology, you’ll have a lot of varying courses. Quite a few history classes and anthropology for sure. I don’t know much about the anthropology courses but history is usually in Krandon Hall.”

Bullet Proof Berns? Yes.

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 03:21:00 -0500

Bullet Proof Berns?

Yes.

==> Show Aradia around

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 03:10:42 -0500

archeologicalaficionado:

word-petals:

You smile, she’s really excitable. “It is nice, I must admit. I like a place called Kristine’s, it’s a soup and sandwich shop mostly, but they have a good amount of variety on top of that. If you’d prefer we can go somewhere else, I’m in the mood for anything today.”

You make sure to pay attention behind just in case the two of you were being watched before you exited the building. That man has a bad habit of making you very nervous.

“What do you want to see on campus today? We’ll have a good while after lunch to wander if you’d like. We can go over where your classes will be on Monday and show off some of the landmarks. I’d be more than happy to show you my favorite study spots too, really it’s not often I get to show off the school to people.”

You realize you’re a tad more talkative than usual, and you aren’t entirely sure as to why. Something about this girls nature possibly, she reminds you of someone but you can’t pinpoint who it might be.

You make a bit of a face, shaking your head as you leave the building. He’s definitely getting on your nerves today. But that’s not too much of an issue right now. You are really happy. You’re free for practically the entire day now, and Rose is shaping up to be wonderful company. You nod happily to her offer. “Soup and sandwich sounds delightful. Thank you so much.” You sweep some hair out of your face again. It’s always everywhere. You would consider cutting it, but you actually can’t help but like it so much despite its complete lack of practicality.

A brief mental image flits through your mind of your hair getting caught in the jaws of some ancient monster guarding an Indiana Jones-esque tomb and you titter near silently. It wouldn’t be pleasant if it actually happened, but it would be half the fun, figuring out how to escape the clutches of the bad guys and neutral parties without harming your long and supposedly impractical hair.

You blink back to reality and realize you left a large portion of her questions unanswered. You trot to catch up with her, and hold your hands together behind your back as you think about it. “Well, I suppose in the end it could not hurt to be shown all of these places. I will admit I am most interested in learning your study favorites, those are much harder to come across alone.”

You look back at her, she seems very child like. It’s not bad actually, she has the cheerful demeanor and energy of a child more than the prankster qualities you equate to youth. She has sense enough to consider it important to find study spots also.

“Wonderful, it’s not far from here. If I’m on this end of campus I walk through the life sciences building to get there. It’ll be quite a bit faster than going around.”

You point out the building in question as you turn towards it. You wonder if she has any classes in here actually. You rushed away from the dean so fast you didn’t think to ask her what her major was come to think of it.

“So Aradia, have you thought on a major yet? Just thinking of which buildings you might be spending more time in.”

What a silly way to put it, but then again, you wish someone had told you the english lit building was kept at a balmy 80 all year for some ungodly reason before you chose that as your first major.

My dash is made of bullet proof turltes.

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 03:08:00 -0500

My dash is made of bullet proof turltes.

==> A call from the Dean...

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 02:19:39 -0500

archeologicalaficionado:

word-petals:

The dean is purposely trying to do something here, that much is certain. He’s told you she’s a patient, and he said it in a way that would make her the one to talk about things. He probably expects you to work out whatever her cause was for utilizing his… services. Well, playing along was necessary here, but pretenses could be dropped later.

You feign a cautious momentary glance to the girl, before looking back at the dean, keeping the emotion there for less than a second before returning his disturbing smile with one slightly more pleasant.

“Thank you Doctor, I’m sure we’ll do quite fine. Thank you for the opportunity.”

You turn back to the girl, with a much more natural smile for her. You feel sorry for her, as you feel for any of the dean’s patients. You remember when you used to consider a job in psychiatry, and occasionally he makes you think about it again.

“You can call me Rose, no need to be so formal.”

A glance back at the dean, for him to see. You want to make sure he thinks you are curious and planning on using familiarity to get her to talk freely of him. Honestly, you really don’t want to know.

You stop for a second, what was her name again? It was an odd one. Aruba? No, it was Aradia wasn’t it? Of course.

“Are you excited about attending college here, Aradia? Oh, goodbye Doctor, thank you for your time. Let’s go, shall we?”

You are delighted to take this offer and nod to her happily. The Doctor nods to her as you leave, calling out an all too pleasant “Please have a good day, both of you. Of course you may always come to me if there are any problems, as well. Enjoy yourselves.” He stands, still very short compared to both of them and waves towards the room outside his door. “Oh yes, and please feel free to take a treat on your way out. They’re in the bowl on the desk.”

You nod at him simply for the sake of making sure he dosn’t comment on it later, and skip out of the office. A piece of candy is pointedly taken, then shoved in your pocket the moment you are sure to be out of site. You grin at this new girl ecstatically and bounce on your toes. “It is nice to meet you, Rose. Really, I am so glad to meet new people, it has been a very long while. Where is this place we are going to eat?”

You smile, she’s really excitable. “It is nice, I must admit. I like a place called Kristine’s, it’s a soup and sandwich shop mostly, but they have a good amount of variety on top of that. If you’d prefer we can go somewhere else, I’m in the mood for anything today.”

You make sure to pay attention behind just in case the two of you were being watched before you exited the building. That man has a bad habit of making you very nervous.

“What do you want to see on campus today? We’ll have a good while after lunch to wander if you’d like. We can go over where your classes will be on Monday and show off some of the landmarks. I’d be more than happy to show you my favorite study spots too, really it’s not often I get to show off the school to people.”

You realize you’re a tad more talkative than usual, and you aren’t entirely sure as to why. Something about this girls nature possibly, she reminds you of someone but you can’t pinpoint who it might be.

==> A call from the Dean...

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 01:23:00 -0500

archeologicalaficionado:

word-petals:

You glance at the girl and nod. She seems nice, though you find it extremely odd for a student to start classes so close to the end of the semester.

“Of course Doctor, I have no problem with that. Is there anything else I should know beforehand? It’s close to lunch time and if you haven’t eaten, dear, I’d love to show you my favorite place on campus to eat at.”

You glance back at the dean. You aren’t cutting this as short as possible just because you’d like to advertise Kristine’s; rather you have always found him to be decidedly creepy.

He’s always referred to you as a rather sweet girl, and oft times calls you cute. You have a feeling that you aren’t the only girl to have noticed this either, several others over the years have twinged at hearing his name or voice. So the faster you can get this girl away from him the better. She seemed far too innocent to leave in his hands, and certainly far to pretty to trust with him.

The Doctor cracks a smile. It’s one of those smiles that makes you look awkwardly over at the window for the rest of a session, meaning a smile you find VERY uncomfortable but you aren’t about to call him on it. If you called him on it, he might want to talk about it. Then it would be far more uncomfortable and this poor young lady would be forced to sit through it. The Doctor speaks again. “There isn’t too much, I don’t think. Not unless she’d like to inform you of anything. I have to stand by my own confidentiality rules here. But by all means, the two of you should enjoy a nice meal together. Possibly get to know one another.”

You wish he’d just said no. That would have made your life quite a bit easier. But it’s nothing you can change now. You stand, beaming at her. “That sounds wonderful, thank you. Should I call you miss Lalonde too, or is there something you would prefer?”

The dean is purposely trying to do something here, that much is certain. He’s told you she’s a patient, and he said it in a way that would make her the one to talk about things. He probably expects you to work out whatever her cause was for utilizing his… services. Well, playing along was necessary here, but pretenses could be dropped later.

You feign a cautious momentary glance to the girl, before looking back at the dean, keeping the emotion there for less than a second before returning his disturbing smile with one slightly more pleasant.

“Thank you Doctor, I’m sure we’ll do quite fine. Thank you for the opportunity.”

You turn back to the girl, with a much more natural smile for her. You feel sorry for her, as you feel for any of the dean’s patients. You remember when you used to consider a job in psychiatry, and occasionally he makes you think about it again.

“You can call me Rose, no need to be so formal.”

A glance back at the dean, for him to see. You want to make sure he thinks you are curious and planning on using familiarity to get her to talk freely of him. Honestly, you really don’t want to know.

You stop for a second, what was her name again? It was an odd one. Aruba? No, it was Aradia wasn’t it? Of course.

“Are you excited about attending college here, Aradia? Oh, goodbye Doctor, thank you for your time. Let’s go, shall we?”

==> A call from the Dean...

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 00:50:25 -0500

archeologicalaficionado:

word-petals:

You’re still recovering from Thanksgiving, and the Dean’s arranged a meeting… You can’t imagine what there is to talk about, you’ve never been a big fan of his but your reputation on campus makes it all but impossible to avoid communication. Thankfully, it’s been good news, mostly… There have been a few exceptions to that.

Whatever the case, he did not say exactly what this meeting was for, or why it needed to be on Saturday…

You knock on the frame of the open door before entering. The good Dr. Scratch was sitting at his desk, head perfectly shaved and shining as always, with his neatly trimmed white beard. He wore his age fairly well, it was actually difficult to tell how old he was to be honest. His face had an agelessness and if it wasn’t for the color of his beard you’d think him possibly in his 40’s.

Sitting in one of the 2 chairs in front of his desk is a woman. All you can see is her very dark auburn hair. You don’t recognize her.

“Hello Doctor, are you currently busy?”

====>Be The new girl

You jolt a little at the new voice as it reaches you. You’d been zoning out again, waiting for the ‘little helper’ that The Doctor said was coming. You twist in your chair to look as The Doctor stands. She must be the little helper. You smile at her.

The Doctor speaks, smiling in that good host way he does and motions for the blonde woman to come and sit. “Not at all, Miss Lalonde I have requested your presence, so it would be terrible manners to make you wait. The matter I wished to discuss is very pertenant at the moment, too. Please sit, let me introduce you to my dear friend here.” You wave and shift a little.

“Hello! I am Aradia.” You sweep a bit of hair out of your face, leaning on the arm of your chair so you can watch her. Your posture is a little childish, but you really don’t care all that much. She seems nice.

“Miss Megido is transferring in starting Monday, and I’d love for the two of you to get to know one another. You see, she dosn’t know anyone, and the grounds can be highly difficult to navigate without some help.”

This is a statement full of faults. You DO know someone here, and you are pretty sure you would be fine without a tour. But you know what he’s trying to do, and you do appreciate the chance to meet someone new. You don’t say anything.

You glance at the girl and nod. She seems nice, though you find it extremely odd for a student to start classes so close to the end of the semester.

“Of course Doctor, I have no problem with that. Is there anything else I should know beforehand? It’s close to lunch time and if you haven’t eaten, dear, I’d love to show you my favorite place on campus to eat at.”

You glance back at the dean. You aren’t cutting this as short as possible just because you’d like to advertise Kristine’s; rather you have always found him to be decidedly creepy.

He’s always referred to you as a rather sweet girl, and oft times calls you cute. You have a feeling that you aren’t the only girl to have noticed this either, several others over the years have twinged at hearing his name or voice. So the faster you can get this girl away from him the better. She seemed far too innocent to leave in his hands, and certainly far to pretty to trust with him.

((This is what I started with in my head for Doc Scratch in our...

Fri, 25 Nov 2011 23:52:59 -0500

((This is what I started with in my head for Doc Scratch in our universe, he’s not as evil looking or in a batman costume but, yeah…))

==> A call from the Dean...

Fri, 25 Nov 2011 23:46:00 -0500

You’re still recovering from Thanksgiving, and the Dean’s arranged a meeting… You can’t imagine what there is to talk about, you’ve never been a big fan of his but your reputation on campus makes it all but impossible to avoid communication. Thankfully, it’s been good news, mostly… There have been a few exceptions to that.

Whatever the case, he did not say exactly what this meeting was for, or why it needed to be on Saturday…

You knock on the frame of the open door before entering. The good Dr. Scratch was sitting at his desk, head perfectly shaved and shining as always, with his neatly trimmed white beard. He wore his age fairly well, it was actually difficult to tell how old he was to be honest. His face had an agelessness and if it wasn’t for the color of his beard you’d think him possibly in his 40’s.

Sitting in one of the 2 chairs in front of his desk is a woman. All you can see is her very dark auburn hair. You don’t recognize her.

“Hello Doctor, are you currently busy?”

==> An Evening at the Lacroix

Fri, 25 Nov 2011 22:04:38 -0500

carcinogeticginger:

turntechcollegekid:

ethnobiologist:

You’re so relieved that they seem okay. You let out a pretty loud breath of relief, even. Then hurry to make sure that Rose feels like the lady of the hour cause she pretty much is, making all of this possible. Also she’s kind of your date so fancy rules dictate you do the polite and gentlemanly thing, you know? In this vein, you make sure her chair is pulled out for her before you sit down.

You’re barely looking at the menu for a moment, so it’s a little surprising how quickly the waiter has demanded some choice from you but you know exactly what to say. “Water for now, please.” You have to refrain from adding a ‘my good sir’ on the end cause that would probably be overdoing it. You try and sound very confidant though. You’ll pull one of those ‘what drink would you recommend’ things once everyone’s ordered too, cause that way you’ll hopefully have a good wine or something when you eat.

You know absolutely nothing about wines. This is okay though alcohol in general is something you don’t actually dabble in too often. This is a special night to maybe learn something about fancy people while you are at it. It’ll be awesome.

You pull Karkat’s chair out for him as well, but with less obvious flourish from how John did it. You were already walking with him anyway and it was pretty natural. But then, you do a lot of things with less outward flourish than your best friend - it’s part of the fun. Once your boyfriend’s seated, you even push the chair back in - though try to be subtle about that since otherwise he might feel you’re drawing attention to how small he is.

You take your own seat gingerly and barely glance at the menu - tons of wines. You will probably switch to tea or water later on as you’re driving but you’d like at least one glass of something a little nicer. You look to the server and request a glass of something rather nice which has a name that rolls off the tongue - Mom educated you well on the ins and outs of all that is alcoholic and you can at least ordering such things, even if very meta reasons prevent you from stating what you ordered.

With that given lightly you lean over to quietly ask Karkat a question. “Have you ever had wine before? You might like the dessert ones but if you aren’t sure, you can try a sip of mine and just have tea or something for now.”

Idly, you marvel that the wine list is longer than the menu. Really that just seems odd. Reverse of normal restaurants anyway. But you guess since they’re making less they’re making it better.

You only let go of Dave’s hand when he pulls your chair out for you, and you give him a small smile before you sit down. Even though he’s not making as big of a show of it as John is, he’s managing to look so much more suave with it, at least in your opinion. When he pushes you in, you have to adjust yourself a little bit so you can actually reach the table comfortably. For a split second you wonder why this fucking table is so high, but then you look around and realize it’s just the right height for everyone else and you’re just way too small. You think you need a booster seat.

You open the wine menu, then instantly snap it shut. Yep, this shit is too long, you’re not going to even read it, why bother since you don’t drink? Dave leans in and asks if you’ve ever had any, and you nod to him.

“Yeah, I tried some before when I was like a teenager or something. It’s fucking gross.” You flinch slightly after you swear, realizing you should probably not curse in here, or at least keep your voice down if you do.

“Can I just have a Coke if you have that here? Or water, I guess, if you don’t?” When you say “water”, it comes out sounding more like “wooder”, a pronunciation you picked up from growing up in slightly more urbanized area of the Greater Philadelphia Area. You’re not even going to bother trying to pronounce it different, not even for the sake of fanciness, since it just sounds weird to you.

You thank the waiter as he goes to get your drinks and give all of you some time to decide on things. Finally, alone with everyone, you relax a little bit. You had stifled a chuckle earlier when Karkat cursed and flinched.

You take a quick moment to observe the place settings. Of course, they had the traditional silverware placement and folded napkin, but they always do that. You glance around at everyone, taking the scene in.

You find yourself smiling again, it’s kind of hard not to. You glance at John and Dave in their suits and giggle.

“So, what do you gentlemen think so far of Fancy Pants Night as I think I shall call it from here on out?”

Do you trim your pubes?

Thu, 24 Nov 2011 01:23:11 -0500

Actually, yes. I find it easier to keep clean and neat.

Honesty Hour.

Thu, 24 Nov 2011 01:09:24 -0500

Honesty Hour.:

askkarkitty:

Ask anything, IC or OOC and I will answer it truthfully. Nothing will be ignored or Deleted.

And please put OOC: infront of your asks if they’re meant for the rper.

==> An Evening at the Lacroix

Thu, 24 Nov 2011 00:22:00 -0500

carcinogeticginger:

turntechcollegekid:

ethnobiologist:

There would, or so you thought, be absolutely nothing that could harsh your glow of having a fun and silly night out with your friends. That is what you thought. You are surprised by how quickly your excitement’s been dashed, and overtaken by worry.

As Rose goes to check in, your smile leaves you for possibly the first time today, and you look at your two friends with an air of complete concern. You drop any and all pretenses when you speak, cause you’re actually pretty worried it’s you and not the atmosphere at all.

It wouldn’t be the first time you got caught up in something and messed the whole night up. You don’t want that to happen here though. These two are two of the best buds a guy could ever have. Dave IS the best friend you have ever had. And maybe this is actually a big deal for them for some reason? Rose was a little nervous on the way over about meeting Karkat. You do kind of wish Dave has at least bothered to tell you when this changed from a fun night out with friends into tense meetings of the people who would so totally get along it’s silly for them to be tense. Gosh!

You shove your hands into your pockets and eye them with the worry you’ve adopted for the moment. Making sure everyone’s okay comes before having fun, anyway.

“Guys? You know this is all for fun, right? What’s wrong?”

And there goes that John-patented concern. Rose is probably analyzing the shit out of the both of you too. Dammit, they have the power to make you feel guilty for the weirdest shit. Though you probably are just being overly paranoid and nervous and John acting fancy was putting you on edge but its still him. And really, you shouldn’t be acting so childish - Karkat’s the one with things to worry about here, right? Even if you are scared this will go badly and either your family will dislike your boyfriend or your boyfriend will dislike your family. This could go bad so many ways and you sort of wish you picked somewhere more comfy for this first meeting. But oh well, best to go with things as they are.

“Yeah Egbert, we’ll be fine.” You assure him and move your hand from Karkat’s to squeeze him to your for a moment. “We’re both just like nervous as shit - how often do I get up fancy to present really awesome dudes I like to my sister for approval? Plus how often do you think Karkat has to meet someone as frighteningly disconcerting as Rose?”

You reach the hand that’s not retwining with Karkat’s fingers out to squeeze John’s shoulder. “Jitters and shit man. It’ll pass.”

John’s concern is actually kind of comforting, and really, he’s right. There is no need to be upset. You just need to calm down, and just enjoy yourself. Rose seems nice, John is being his typical derpy self even if he is trying to act like a suave fancy pants, and you’ve got Dave with you. You’ll be just fine.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say as you lock your hand with Dave’s again, giving it a slight squeeze to let him know that you appreciate him staying close to you.

You glance up to where Rose went off to, and you notice the girl who works the front desk thing (what are they even called anyway?) seems to be telling her that your table is ready. You nod towards Rose, indicating to Dave and John to look over there.

“Hey, looks like we’re just about ready.”

You turn back to the boys, to see them waiting. Well, at least things are already set up. You smile and wave for them to follow you and the waiter she just called over to La Serre. Shortly, you arrive at the rather lavish room. It has a fairly large table, it’s supposed to seat 16 but they do get smaller groups they said so it’s still acceptable. As you walk in the waiter hands each of you a menu, which isn’t saying much. It is literally just a single page in a plastic sleeve surrounded by leather.

You glance over it as John pulls out your chair for you. It’s about what you expected really, you know they like to claim that it’s better to have perfected a few dishes than to mangle numerous choices. But still, it always seemed like they didn’t try as hard as they should. John had mastered more than 10 of these menus easily. Well, you’d call it mastered. You never were terribly fussy when it came to choosing a dish.

You realize the waiter asked everyone what they will be drinking this evening in as polite a voice as seems humanly possible, and quickly respond with “Sweet tea please” looking up from the menu to see how everyone else is settling.

Menu: http://www.lacroixrestaurant.com/menu_and_wine_cellar/documents/CurrentDinnerALaCarteNov2011.pdf

Wine List: http://www.lacroixrestaurant.com/menu_and_wine_cellar/documents/CurrentCompleteWineListNov2011.pdf

Dessert List: http://www.lacroixrestaurant.com/menu_and_wine_cellar/documents/CurrentPMDessertMenuNov2011.pdf

==> An Evening at the Lacroix

Wed, 23 Nov 2011 00:22:30 -0500

carcinogeticginger:

turntechcollegekid:

ethnobiologist:

You would stick your tongue out at Dave but that is not fancy. That is childish and you would never do that. Well. Not while you’re in the moment. The fancy moment. Instead you roll your eyes subtly and huff as Rose takes karkat’s hand. At this moment, Dave being a jerk no longer matters because you have the best friends. Seriously. Rose is perfect. You grin and offer a hand in what you assume to be a great fancy gesture.

“It’s great to see you again. I’m glad you can finally meet rose.” It takes a surprising amount of willpower not to say dude at the end of that. But it’s worth it. You are already having so much fun.

And John’s being fancy. Awesome. You totally feel in the moment. Completely. You couldn’t feel more fancy koala-tea if you had arrived in a fucking limo. Why did you even suggest this?

You look down at your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye. Well hopefully he enjoys himself at least. Rose seems to like him so far - or at least is being cordial enough to test the waters. That’s something at the very least? You hope. Whatever.

You don’t stand out of your casually elegant slouch. How you can look classy slouching in a suit you don’t understand but it at least puts you on par with Egbert. Rather than towering over the damn group so much. It’s so weird having Karkat be the short one in the crowd of you, John and Rose, rather than it being Jade. She carries herself with confidence to match but you know Karkat’s sensitive about how small he is and you hope this doesn’t make him feel trapped.

“So are we going in or what?” Your voice is quiet, emotionless, but you think it sounds stiff. Does it really or is that just you?

You stare at Rose as she does some weird bowing thing. You were actually just expecting a normal handshake, but apparently whatever it is she just did is how you act in places like this. How intimidating. When she’s done, you take your hand back then shove in your pocket.

You start chewing on the inside of your cheek and step closer to Dave, squeezing his hand out of nervousness and leaning your head on his arm a bit. With everything being so fancy, and everyone being so much bigger than you, and you having no idea what to do, you feel like a nervous little kid. You plan to cling onto Dave throughout the whole night so that you can at least be a little comfortable, potential homophobic oldtimers be damned.

John catches your eye for a second, and you raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what he’s doing standing there with his hand out. Is that supposed to be for you? That doesn’t make any sense, because this definitely isn’t the first time you’ve met or anything. You nod, then agree with his statement. ”Yeah…”

Then Dave speaks, and you look up at him. You tilt your head, because he sounds just as nervous as you feel, which is surprising because Dave is so cool and it’s not like he’s meeting his boyfriends scary smart and slightly judgemental sister for the first time.

You glance at Dave, a bit curious as to the tightness in tone. “By all means. I’ll check in with the hostess.” You look again to Karkat, he still seems nervous. You hope it’s more the high society style and not you personally. “You both look wonderful, by the way. Thank you for the wonderful excuse to dress up. It has been a while.”

You glide past them to the waiting hostess, leaving the three of them for just a short while. You give her a brief smile before speaking softly. “Good evening, reservation for Lalonde and friends.”

The hostess gives the required grin, it’s a bit hard to tell if it’s genuine, she has to give so many smiles over the course of the day. After an obligatory compliment on your outfit she informs you cheerfully the La Serre room is ready for your party. She reaffirms it’s just the four of you and asks if you’d like to start with anything in particular before you head up. The usual round-a-bout given to guests you assume; you just shake your head and thank her for being so pleasant.

==> An Evening at the Lacroix

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 23:12:22 -0500

carcinogeticginger:

turntechcollegekid:

ethnobiologist:

You happily walk in with her on her arm, letting her lead for the most part, because wow heals are probably hard to walk in so her pace is the one that should be set, and also you have very little knowledge of what to do at this point. The most you have ever seen of fancy dinners like this is in movies.

You almost wave when you approach your other friends, but you stop, just smiling and nodding instead. “Hey!” Wow, that was not fancy at all. You try again. “Good evening, you two!”

You squeeze Karkat’s hand reassuringly before you hear the voices of your companions for the evening arriving. Turning you nod to them both, no smiles or emotion visible on your features. That is as it is expected, after all.

“Sup.” It’s a quiet greeting and not at all suited to the location but you don’t skip a beat or act like it was odd, just keep going, “And yes, Rose, this is Karkat. Karkat, this is my sister, Rose Lalonde. And that derp is my best friend but you knew him already. Unfortunately.”

You look up at Dave nervously when he squeezes your hand, then you turn with him to see John with a blonde girl on his arm. You’re guessing that’s Dave’s sister. Fuck, she’s really tall compared to you too. Why is everyone except Jade taller than you?

You wave at John and give him a little, “Hi,” then you hold your hand out to Rose to introduce yourself.

“Um, yeah, I’m Karkat. Nice to met you.”

He seems a bit nervous. The setting probably has a little to do with it but you’re fairly certain from the slight hesitation to turn that it’s more along the lines of meeting the family. A common stressor with romantic partners. You remove your arm from John’s to take Karkat’s hand. A deep curtsy, and a smile seem like the way to go here, at least in keeping with the scene.

“Rose. It is a pleasure Karkat.”

You straighten and step back allowing John to enjoy being fancy. You must admit it is most certainly fun.