He needs a therapist more than a game.

[always_performing]

Pfft, yeah right. I am the best OC you have ever made, hands down. I mean, I'm the only one with super powers, for one, and for another I am way less of a prude than the others. I actually do shit. The rest of them are all talk. But, y'know, they're not bad roomies up in this headspace thing, actually. You know me - I like everybody, even the kind of bland your mind's filled with. Somebody should get these guys some beer and a good beat, help 'em let loose.

[This is why you're never going anywhere, Quin.]

Bullshit. I can see you side-eyeing games already. Find a place that takes mutants and I will rock that shit. I'm bored outta my mind up here anyway. Haven't found a single person who knows a thing about dance in your headspace. The least you could do is let me get out and blow off some energy. The other muses won't let me in the living room after I danced on the table - which is totally unfair. I didn't even break anything. And I said I was sorry.

Anyway. You. Me. Games. C'mon already.

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Did someone say therapist? This guy could stand to see one too

[sempiternally]

I've been told that we should talk. Something about having similar abilities or some shit. I'm not a dancer, I'm not a mutant, what I do for fun is nothing what you do for fun- that I know of- yet, here I am.

So, hey.

Oh, good. This will be a stable, healthy friendship, then.

[always_performing]

Cool, brosef. So do you have a healing factor or endless energy or what? 'Cause I've never met someone with my kinda thing goin' on.

And I could teach you to dance. Girls love dancers.

Just what I always wanted! :D

[sempiternally]

Or what would be the best answer. Endless energy. Check. At least until I have to sleep. Healing factor. Well, not the way most people think it works, but sure, I have that. So let's go with the last option cause I'm not even entirely sure.

What kind of dancing are we talking here? I'm partial to the one where you run around throwing your arms everywhere.

This can only end in beers.

[always_performing]

I sleep four hours a day. And I'm kinda hyper, but whatever. It's never made life worse, yanno? Anyway, cool beans. Nice to meet you. The name's Quin.

...dancing that does not involve some degree of flailing is not dancing. This is why African dance is beautiful and tap dance is from Satan, my friend.

And even more beers- with underage drinking

[sempiternally]

Four hours sounds about right. Last night was only two hours though. [The mun is being dead serious and now entering sleep depravation in . . . nope already here.] But likewise, nice to meet you. Call me Kieran.

And moshing isn't considering flailing.

Knowing Quin, possibly underage *anything* suggested to him. Anything.

[always_performing]

Moshing is not a proper dance. It's not nearly energetic enough. Oh, Kieran, let me teach you the ways of my people. Clearly fate wanted you to learn dances that don't suck.

Well, he won't tell if you don't tell.

[sempiternally]

I'll stick with the low energetic elbow to the face dance and you can teach my writer every type of dance there is instead.

He'll only tell if it gets him cool points. Such is his nature.

[always_performing]

Is your writer a sexy lady?

Maybe for him.

[sempiternally]

A lady, but a sexy one?

She's alright.

[always_performing]

Define alright.

[sempiternally]

Gladly, but she's holding me back over this idiotic thing in her head called self-esteem. Doesn't want to know what guys think of her, albeit I'm a male that currently sprung from her imagination, so she needs to get used to it.

She's normal in appearance; kinda tall though.

. . . got big blue eyes, and that perfect Polish nose. Overall, I'd say her fa- [Kieran, stooooooop!]

[always_performing]

Tall, blue eyed and a cute nose. Sounds fine to me. Is she single? [Quin goddamnit quit be creepy I've had you for like a day, Jesus.]

[sempiternally]

Sh- [No.]

What? I'm trying to help here! You keep fucking up your ch-

She's not saying. How about your writer?

This conversation is amazingly meta and insulting to us both.

[always_performing]

He's in the middle of the sulk-and-eat-pizza stage of a bad, bad break up. He is such a chick right now, man. It's embarrassing.

And I love it.

[sempiternally]

Yeah, well I live inside a chick's head. The emotional drama in here makes me wish I could open the door and go sleep at a friends for the night. [But if it's any consolation, sorry.]

As do I, but no psychologist should see this thread.

[always_performing]

There's drama in here, too. Usually bullshit about politics and the state of the human race. God, he's uptight. I'm the coolest thing to happen to him since he took ballet.

[You're just jealous, Quin.]

Haha. I can only imagine what'd they say about it.

[sempiternally]

Politics and ballet huh. Sounds like the start of 1920's Russia in there, but with more PC. [Yeah yeah I know, you're the best thing that happened to me too- or maybe you're the worst Kieran.]