pumpkin_space_latte | A rude awakening

A rude awakening

[You awaken from a deep sleep. You are groggy and cold and feel off in ways that may be initially difficult to place. The door to your stasis pod opens. How did you get here? That's a really good question. Who are you? That's another.]

[Step outside into the warmer (albeit not especially warm) room and you'll see the others, all dressed in a similar style of stasis suits. One or two of them are wearing the same colors as you, though it's perhaps hard to tell with the dim, red glow that fills the room.]

[The doors are closed. There is no apparent way to open them. And a robotic voice intermittently rings through the room:]

Life support is being restored to the facility. Please stand by.

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[ if that's the way she wants to play it, he knows he can't take that lying down. he can DEFINITELY do better

FISH FACE RIGHT BACK AT HER

~~icons I thought I would literally never have a use for~~ ]

[not even a day in and we're already making the most of our icon selections

but!! BUT!!! she's putting her hands up to the sides of her face and wiggling her fingers around. now her fish face has fins!!!]

So we're ruling that hand gestures are fine, now?

[ Time out motion with his hands, making certain of the rules before he continues. ]

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[a thoughtful pause! she hadn't thought that far ahead honestly.]

Only if they're good ones. [it makes sense to her??]

Only good ones, huh?

[ she gets maybe a one second warning between his understanding nod, his smirk, and then his trying to cover up her face his hands.

he might not remember being an asshole older brother, but he sure has the part down pat ]

Hey! [what no this isn't fun if she didn't think about it first!!! She's surprisingly vicious (y'know, for a literal child) about trying to slap his hands away; all scratching involved is definitely entirely intentional.] Stop it! That's not a good one!

[ he laughs as she scratches at his hands and he pulls back. ]

Ohh, it wasn't? But the face was amazing! Such a shame you couldn't see it.

Liar. You can't prove it, I bet it was dumb!

[hell hath no fury like a grouchy nine-year-old]

[ too bad he thinks her being mad at him is really funny. ]

Nor can you prove it wasn't great! An impasse, isn't it?

No it isn't! [he is doing a great job at making her angrier, so that's a win. something occurs to her and she folds her arms with a huff.] You didn't see the face, either, so you can't even say it was good for sure.

But then there's no way for you to know if yours were any better, now is there?

...

[shit. she's out of ideas.]

Sooo, how did my faces look? [why does it sound so much like a challenge...]

Good enough that in a year or two if you practice real fucking hard, you could reach my level.

[ This is the closest he'll get to a compromise answer, with a condescending pat on her shoulder.

like a 17 year old cheating to win a making faces contest with a 9 year old is anything to condescend about. ]

That means in a hundred years when I'm as old as you, I'll be way...fucking better!

[oh no. she doesn't know what that means but after that careful, if enthusiastic, experiment, she's decided she likes how it sounds.]

If you make it to that far, I might just allow a rematch.

[ IV HAS NO PROBLEMS with teaching kids to curse. ]

[leaving the abomination baby in great hands......... she's making a mental note to try her new word out in front of everyone else and see if she gets a reaction out of any of them. RIP.]

Then I'll definitely kick your butt even better than this time!

[because she definitely won this face-making contest. she sees nothing to prove the contrary???]

Whose ass got kicked back there?!

[ TIME TO MESS UP HER HAIR. ]

Hey! [She smacks at his hands again as she steps back and this time she's very deliberately digging her nails into the back of his hand. What a mean kid.] Cut it out!

[ Through the empathy bond, there's a slight twinge in her hand, mirroring the pain in his.

For his part, he doesn't seem to care.

Except to give her a yank on her hair when she does that—

which promptly is mirrored in pain on his scalp. He lets go to gingerly feel where he felt the tug, swiveling around to look behind him ]

Hey, what the hell—?!

[good thing someone's bracket text is on the ball

she's absolutely about to blame that on him too somehow before he yanks at her hair and she shrieks, partially out of pain but also just to be obnoxious, grabbing her head and stumbling back.]

OW! [Screaming about this is way more important than whatever problem he's having right now!!] That hurt, you bully!

Bully? You were the one who started in on the violence!

[ He says, arguing in automatic reflex as he looks around the room. What the hell no one else was there— the only thing that happened was he yanked her hair, not one had come between them to stop it—

..........wait.

He stops arguing, to narrow his eyes and look down speculatively. ]

You grabbed my face! You started it, bully!

[...why is he looking at her like that. Not arguing anymore is a bad sign and she doesn't like it. She's got her hands over her head still and she's scowling mightily now.]

What?

And was that violence?

[ Flicking her in the forehead with that— emphasis, but also testing. ]

Quit it! Stop touching me! [Smacking his hand away!!! Her hand hurting too is obviously because she hit him that hard?? We should all take a moment to be grateful she hasn't been given anything sharp yet.] Stop it, stop it, stop it!

How about this, why don't you back the hell away?

[ Lifts his hands up out of her reach, ostentatiously displaying: LOOK I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU. ]

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