Thinking about apping her at multiversal.

[quiescence]

Hey you. Yeah, you. It's me, Felicia, the girl that's been rattling around in your brain for the last couple months. I'm glad you finally settled down on my story especially since you had my face since forever. Good job. Can't say you aren't capable of doing anything now.

One problem, though. You want to send me where? There? Really? And on my birthday too? What did I ever do to you? And don't tell me it's no different than my world just because we have witches and monsters and shit like that. There's a difference between there and Brooklyn. Real big difference.

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[thethingsidoforlove]

You know much of the city to which you are promised?

[quiescence]

I just know the little bit the other people in her head told me. And from what they say, I don't think 'promised' is the word you want to use.

[thethingsidoforlove]

You talk to them.

[ He hasn't had the pleasure, personally. ]

What word would you choose?

[quiescence]

What else could I do while I was being developed? I wouldn't want some chick staring at me while she was waiting on a name.

[This might be a good thing for him, yes?]

There are a lot of words I would pick instead, but the majority of them will have my Momma washing out my mouth with soap after she kicks my ass. Let's go with 'thrown into' though.

[thethingsidoforlove]

That seems the most common description.

[ yyyyy. ]

It appears to be a place quite different from anyone's home.

[quiescence]

I think that's the point, really. Not that I like it, but it's what she's laughing over. Tee hee.

[thethingsidoforlove]

Mine persists in mentioning a clash of culture, and yet I have seen near every corner of the Seven Kingdoms, from the Wall to the Dornish Marshes. I believe these mundanes underestimate us all.

[ And his armor sure is shiny. ]

[quiescence]

As long as they speak English, I can deal. But the part about not being able to go home when I feel like it kills everything else. I have a job to go to, you know.

[Do you shine it every morning, Jaime?]

[thethingsidoforlove]

[ Not personally. <.< ]

And I have my own duties. So it is a prison; for what crimes, I wonder, apart from proving to be entertaining.

[quiescence]

[Wouldn't we all want our own servant who just comes and shines our shit everyday?]

For existing, probably. And shits and giggles. All that.

[thethingsidoforlove]

[ Considers this turn of phrase, and does not disapprove, necessarily. ]

Then I hope to be a most poor jester and released in good time.

[quiescence]

I get the feeling that by saying that out loud, you just screwed yourself. Congrats?

[thethingsidoforlove]

Screwed. I see. And what does that make you, my lady?

[quiescence]

Screwed was one of the other words I would have used to describe what I'm going into myself.

[irandati]

On your birthday! That's just pure sass.

[quiescence]

More like pure ass, really. She's all, 'Wouldn't it be fun if you got drunk on your 21st birthday and ended up there after passing out?' NO, IT WOULDN'T.

[irandati]

Noooo, not your twenty-first! What a rite of passage.

[quiescence]

I know! I mean, sure, I was going to get some drinks and probably get drunk and just look forward to my parents shaking their heads when I came home at 6am, but what did I do to deserve this as punishment?

[irandati]

I'm sure she sees it as a "gift." The kind that comes with no receipt.

[quiescence]

I'd rather get socks from my aunt again.

[irandati]

Well, when you do arrive, if you say it's your birthday, I'm sure you'll get the drinks, at least.

[quiescence]

Sounds like you're offering to buy. I'm not stupid enough to turn down free liquor.

[studious_snake]

Muns seem to enjoy that sort of thing. Mine brought me over right after my graduation.

[quiescence]

If it was your high school graduation, then they really don't like you.

[studious_snake]

College. I'm just hoping after all of that, I can get a decent job in my field here.

[quiescence]

Me too. I mean, sure, somebody will need to get their hair done sooner or later, but I'm going to need more than just a handful of clients.

[studious_snake]

I'm a mechanical engineer, so I might find something.

[quiescence]

And make a pretty good piece of change from it too.

[studious_snake]

Yeah, at least, that's the goal.

I can type.

[altitude]

Well, that's further than some of our writers got before apping. [ If text could be a pointed stare.

And after an awkward moment; ] ... Good luck talking yours down.

[quiescence]

I think I have as much of a chance of talking her down than I do making her send me somewhere else.

Granted, she hasn't started the application yet so maybe I still have a chance.

[altitude]

Nothing's impossible, really. Just highly unlikely.

Any way you could distract her?

[quiescence]

I could make the application hard for her, but then she says she'll really throw me to the wolves.

[altitude]

Sounds about right, unfortunately. ... Would say it can't be that bad, if that wouldn't be a giant lie.

[quiescence]

I'm pretty sure she would find a place with wolves. Or make one herself.

[altitude]

Crazed, invincible, zombie wolves, probably. Since that's, apparently, awesome.

[fish]

You can always try again.

Just sayin.

[altitude]

Kind of like it when she doesn't try. Perpetual night's enough right now.

[gifted_hands]

A considerable difference between here and Brooklyn, yes.

Mine didn't dump me here on my birthday, at least. She waited for Halloween. Fitting, I suppose.

[quiescence]

So she pretty much gave you the equivalent of a box of raisins in your trick or treat bag.

[gifted_hands]

Hey now, I happen to like raisins.

...and to be fair, I like many of the people I've met here too. I just wish I could have met them without being separated from everyone else I already knew, family included.

[quiescence]

Then you can have all these raisins here, the real ones and the metaphorical ones.

And that's the part I don't want. I like my family. I want to be around them.

[fish]

The biggest difference is that it doesn't smell like pee all the time.

[quiescence]

Yeah, Brooklyn doesn't smell like pee all the time contrary to popular belief.

[fish]

Oh thank god, you're not like glaring at me. Please bring a sense of humour, we need more of those.

[quiescence]

So monsters and uptight dickwads? This place keeps sounding better and better.

[fish]

Yeah, and the monsters are totally the worst part. They're all terrible.

[quiescence]

And here I thought I would never see my ex again.