Week 4 Mingle;

[omnivoracious]

❤ Week 4 Mingle

Welcome to your final week, lovebirds(???)!

The weather is perfect, nothing funky going on this week. The house might feel a little more spacious with less people in it after last week, but. It's fine. Things are slowly coming to a close, after all.

But not before two new rooms have appeared in the house. One room leads into a very impressive home movie theater, complete with popcorn maker and concession stand for the true moviegoer experience. A variety of movies will always be playing, from old westerns, black-and-white classics, Oscar nominations, and animated flicks. Also romcoms. Duh.

For those who wish to be a bit more active, the other new room is a little colder because-- it's an ice-skating rink. There are skates in everyone's size and a few padded benches by a vending machine that will dispense hot drinks if you need to warm up.

Anything having to do with being able to write remains Sir Not Appearing In This Show.

Enjoy!!!

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Comments

[souperb]

You look like I got it right, but here you are giving me more charades...

[ UGH. what the hell. ]

Is it only rocks? It should be enough to just say the word at all, honestly.

[ cheat charades! half ass charades! ]

[comelately]

That's not how the game works! [ MILLA. ] But yeah, it's rocks. "Wrist sprain," seriously?

[ it's too late to bitch about this, Johnny. ]

/2

[souperb]

Do you have to dwell on it? You already gave me your grumpy, judging face. Like I said, give better hints, and you won't get a wrist sprain answer.

[ JOHNNY,

but wow the overseer is genius. get milla and johnny to stop bitching at each other by making them play a game that forces them to be silent. except they just load up all the shit they want to say and then word vomit it at the end.

anyway— (yugioh voice) draw. ]

Let me show you how it's done.

[ ... and then she flips the card over and knits her brows together. oh, god... okay. don't show weakness, milla. your mouth talked.

now your ass gotta cash the cheque. ]

[souperb]

[ she dusts herself off, and gets up to begin her great performance. she stands with her hands on her hips, an upset expression on her face... then moves a couple of steps to her left, facing the direction she was standing in before, shaking her head.

she moves back to the first position, putting two fingers to her chin with a pensive expression while mouthing something wordlessly, then shifts back to the secondary position and nods slowly, her hand raised parallel to the ground and rocked back and forth.

... then she moves to johnny, explains nothing (of course), and grabs his hand to give him a handshake. ]