Week 1 Mingle;

[omnivoracious]

❤ Week 1 Mingle

Welcome to a new week, lovebirds! Monday dawns gray and misty, and it's actually not long before a thunderstorm rolls in! You can, of course, kiss dramatically in the yard in the rain and risk getting struck by lightning-- or you can stay inside, cuddle in the conversation pit, USE THE GODDAMN BOOM BOOM ROOM or do anything else until the storm blows over by the evening! Don't worry, the rest of the week will be bright and sunny and beautiful!

There's also a new section of the house, weirdly enough! There's a bright turquoise door located near the bedroom and opening it leads to... a massive indoor pool. The water is a pleasant temperature, there's a hot tub, there's an assortment of flotation devices for those of you who might have trouble swimming (tubes, life vests, boogie boards, pool noodles that can also be used to wage Deadly Combat if you are Sara and Kasque or Jeritza or anyone else ready for Violence). And if you somehow didn't pack a swimsuit because why on earth would your canon let you have one--

Worry not!! There's a rack of swimsuits in every size you lot could need! The catch (or not): they're all sexy. Like. Barely there sexy. Impossibly adhering to you sexy. Shoelaces would maybe cover more sexy. Absolutely great to play Chicken Fight in sexy. You get the idea.

Anything having to do with being able to write is still also Not Present.

Enjoy!!!

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[comelately]

[ damn, he thought reading was generally a good "leave me alone" cue. The weather's got him sleepy, and the fact that he can't really go in the pool has him grumpy on top of that. It's fine. Talking to people is, theoretically, the point... ]

Naples. I was there a little while ago and realized I didn't know much about it.

[aldaft]

[It's definitely the point for Cyrus, who regards Johnny and the book with mounting curiosity.]

Were you? This is my first time hearing of such a place. What is it like?

[comelately]

Old, mostly. There's a lot of interesting architecture and history. The food's pretty good, too.

[ he'll let Gyro have that win. ]

I wasn't exactly sightseeing, though. I'm sure I missed all kinds of stuff.

[aldaft]

Were you there on business?

[comelately]

Yeah, personal business. [ a beat. ] Don't really wanna talk about it.

[aldaft]

Then we can speak of something else. Why don't you tell me about the food you enjoyed most during your stay?

[comelately]

[ with a resigned sigh, he rests the book open-face down on his chest. ]

They got this kind of frozen dessert called "gelato" over there. That was really good. Although this place has a whole machine that keeps food cold, so maybe it's not that impressive to you guys.

[aldaft]

[Cyrus shakes his head.]

On the contrary, I find the similarities shared between the realms represented among us most fascinating. It's already impressive that someone invented a popular recipe ahead of its time; that multiple individuals have done so while giving it the same name beggars belief!

[comelately]

... What do you mean?

[aldaft]

Before I answer that, I have another question for you. Have you ever heard of Orsterra?

[comelately]

No, but I'm guessing it's a place with ice cream?

[aldaft]

We have a dessert by the same name as the one you partook of in Naples. Curious, is it not?

[comelately]

[ after a moment, he sort of shrugs. ]

Not really... You ever hear of "alternate dimensions?" There are all kinds of "realities" out there that are just a little different from the one we're experiencing.

[aldaft]

[Cyrus' expression lights up, and he scoots closer at once.]

You don't say! Pray tell me more. What differences are those?

[comelately]

Beats me! I've never been to one. Not for long, anyway. [ he shuts his eyes, leaning his head back in the comfy chair. Fucking Valentine!! ] I think there's an infinite amount of them, though, so you can imagine whatever you want. There's some reality out there where you hate books and play rugby instead.

[aldaft]

Perish the thought!

[Cyrus reels back, a hand clasped over his chest where his heart skips a frightened beat. But—no. After another beat, he relaxes his shoulders and shakes his head.]

. . . No. If there truly are truly as many realities as you say, there is indeed a possibility that my heart belongs to another passion besides scholarship in one. Still . . . to hate books . . . !