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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[reappraise]

A natural talent, hmm? I'm jealous.

[ They say that lightly, jokingly even, a serene smile on their face. When he increases their speed, they follow it, but they don't slow down again. ]

I think... it must be nice to be born with a talent like that. I wouldn't know myself.

[gilden]

[ Guess he's being dragged along a bit, but it's his own fault. He sputters momentarily but then concedes that he's being the one led here. ]

Eh, I wouldn't call it nice, but it is handy. You trained for your shows?

[reappraise]

Yes, but that was easy to do. Like you said, it's much easier than fighting. And I've only been at it for two hundred years...

[ Said casually, and as if that really is a very short amount of time. ]

If I'd been born incredibly strong or talented in fighting, I probably wouldn't have started doing shows in the first place.

[gilden]

[ He whistles. ]

I wouldn't want to do anything that long. You must have a lot of patience.

[reappraise]

I spent ten times as long fighting. That's why I got sick of it.

[ Someone sounds a bit bitter over the fact. ]

I suppose you can't have been doing it for long... but don't you ever get tired of it?

[gilden]

That's how long? Nevermind, it's too long either way.

[ He sound exhausted just thinking about it. ]

If I don't fight I don't eat, and I like eating. But yeah, I guess I do, but it's still the easiest way to get a meal every day.

[reappraise]

I suppose wealth would help with that.

[ Apparently they have not thought about how food costs money, working = money, having lots of money = never running out of food. ]

What happens if you don't have money, then? Aren't there people who can't fight, or are bad at other jobs?

[gilden]

'Course it would!

[ Money is useful for so, so many things. ]

If you can't fight you learn a trade, sewing, gathering, farming, shopkeep...if you're not good at any of that you better be a rich kid or a beautiful maiden. If not you wind up on the streets, begging for whatever scraps guilty people will throw at you, stealing from them, or both.

[reappraise]

That's terrible...!

[ Not this capitalism discussion... they frown, looking deeply troubled, and this alone has taken their mind off this stupid challenge. This all sounds like such a bizarre way for any living being to live. ]

Can't the people with wealth do anything? My kind always shared what we had with each other, even to those who were bad at everything...

[gilden]

Sure they can, but why would they want to? [ You'd think he'd hate ridiculously rich people and yet. ]

Most people just take care of their own first, and the world's too big to make it a charity.

[reappraise]

Because... well....?

[ Actually, they can't come up with a good reason. People don't even want to seriously help those they find annoying, at least in their experience - much less a stranger you have nothing to do with, probably. They sigh, looking crestfallen. ]

I don't know. But I do know that that seems like such a frightening way to live. [ Their words are empathetic, but obviously with some distance due to their lack of tangible understanding. ] I'm sorry you have to go through that— not that I want to seem like I'm pitying you! It's just, always thinking of survival that way would wear down on a person, I'm sure...

[gilden]

It's just how the world is. [ A light shrug, he doesn't seem to be bothered by it. ]

Those who try to make it their life's mission to help are the exhausting ones. They usually make it worse all just so they can feel better about themselves.