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Entry tags:
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: erika fisher,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ camp camp: max,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ ensemble stars: kanata shinkai,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ fragile dreams: seto,
- ✖ little witch academia: atsuko kagari,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ one piece: monkey d. luffy,
- ✖ original: kyouko kougami,
- ✖ original: yuka ichijou,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
i know it's just a number but you're the eighth wonder [ OPEN MINGLE ]
Who: Tim and EVERYBODY WHO WANTS IN ON THIS CAUSE IT A MINGLE
What: Nail-painting. Destressing. We have earned something Nice for ourselves.
When: February 12th
Where: Just outside the Storyteller's Temple
Warnings: Probably nothing of note? Will add if needed.
There's a man sitting cross-legged outside the Storyteller's Temple, general hub of interaction that it seems to be turning into. He still looks like shit, granted, his face a colorful patchwork of bruising and a fresh bandage slapped around his middle, but that hasn't stopped him from making the best of things. A few vials of some various colorful fluids might not be familiar to everyone here, but after everything? Screw it, thinks Tim. They've deserved a break. He deserves a break. The kids here, especially, deserve a break. It's time to celebrate the fact that they are no longer in danger of freezing in the dark and living out the remainder of their days in a bleak, sunless existence.
And he liked colors, as a kid. In the blank white walls of a hospital, where everything was drained of variation and bleached white and left bone-blank, the occasional bursts of color allowed in packages of crayons and colored pencils at art time were treasures. They stopped giving him crayons after he drew the man in his room one too many times, a tall black shadow in the back of every drawing that had the doctors exchanging looks with tightened jaws and the clearing of throats that too clearly spoke to their disapproval.
It dogged him, even once he stepped out of those empty walls, his wardrobe as consistently drab and dull and monochrome as his life. It dogged him with featureless rooms and
Fuck that.
Fuck that especially, because it means that kids like Ren grew up without colors in their lives, and it means that they've had precious few simple little pleasures in the past month, and it means that they are all owed a goddamn break. And if he's bound to be a freak no matter what he does, he may as well be one with a spot of color or two.
So today, to celebrate? We're painting nails.
Fuck it. We're painting nails.
It's safe to say that Tim's new at this, particularly when he only has one good hand at the moment, but he'll still seem quite open to sharing with whoever happens along - especially if you're a kid.
What: Nail-painting. Destressing. We have earned something Nice for ourselves.
When: February 12th
Where: Just outside the Storyteller's Temple
Warnings: Probably nothing of note? Will add if needed.
There's a man sitting cross-legged outside the Storyteller's Temple, general hub of interaction that it seems to be turning into. He still looks like shit, granted, his face a colorful patchwork of bruising and a fresh bandage slapped around his middle, but that hasn't stopped him from making the best of things. A few vials of some various colorful fluids might not be familiar to everyone here, but after everything? Screw it, thinks Tim. They've deserved a break. He deserves a break. The kids here, especially, deserve a break. It's time to celebrate the fact that they are no longer in danger of freezing in the dark and living out the remainder of their days in a bleak, sunless existence.
And he liked colors, as a kid. In the blank white walls of a hospital, where everything was drained of variation and bleached white and left bone-blank, the occasional bursts of color allowed in packages of crayons and colored pencils at art time were treasures. They stopped giving him crayons after he drew the man in his room one too many times, a tall black shadow in the back of every drawing that had the doctors exchanging looks with tightened jaws and the clearing of throats that too clearly spoke to their disapproval.
It dogged him, even once he stepped out of those empty walls, his wardrobe as consistently drab and dull and monochrome as his life. It dogged him with featureless rooms and
Fuck that.
Fuck that especially, because it means that kids like Ren grew up without colors in their lives, and it means that they've had precious few simple little pleasures in the past month, and it means that they are all owed a goddamn break. And if he's bound to be a freak no matter what he does, he may as well be one with a spot of color or two.
So today, to celebrate? We're painting nails.
Fuck it. We're painting nails.
It's safe to say that Tim's new at this, particularly when he only has one good hand at the moment, but he'll still seem quite open to sharing with whoever happens along - especially if you're a kid.
[ooc: yes this is a mingle for painting some nails feel free to top-level all over]
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[Both the nail polish and the color. For a moment Seto wonders if he could draw with it. It's working just fine with his fingers so maybe on paper...
It'd make his maps more colorful at any rate. But these aren't his so he'd have to ask first.]
Have you been trying it too?
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[ It seems like the same case with everyone - that they all come from different places, yet wound up here together impossibly. Like something out of one of those sentai shows he has to watch with his unit.. ]
It is very "common" where I am from, so I had thought about using the blue.. But I think you should use it more, since it is new for you. Have you "thought about" also painting your toenails..?
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[That thought legitimately had not occurred to him. Then again, pretty much everything involving this was new so...]
Oh, but if you want to use the blue it's okay.
[He's not going to hog it to himself.]
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[ He wouldn't want to assume.. different worlds and all. ]
How about.. I can "paint" my fingers blue, and then we can do our toes a "different" color~?
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[So it can be a thing. Lucky. Seto will hand over the blue nail polish so Kanata can paint his nails. He kind of wants to see what he can do before picking out another color.
A lot of people here were coming up with very pretty designs and that alone is fun enough to watch.]
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[ Lucky indeed! But perhaps disappointing to Seto, Kanata isn't actually talented with nail polish. He coats his nails in solid blue neatly enough, but there's no special design going on here.
In-between softly blowing on the first set of painted nails to help them dry, he asks: ]
Do you have a "favorite" color~? You should use it to paint your toes.
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Um, I don't think I have a favorite color.
[He likes blue but it's not a favorite? Maybe?]
Purple is a nice color though.
[Because it reminds him of Ren. And then there's silver for PF, black for Crow, and red for Sai....well maybe his favorite colors are ones that remind him of his friends. But for now he'll go with purple. Off go his shoes and socks for an attempt at toenail painting.
An attempt is the keyword here though. It's harder to get a good angle here.]
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[ That is how favorite colors work, he's pretty sure. Kanata has no real opinion on purple, but it reminds him of Souma and that's enough reason to agree with Seto's choice. Color coded friends are very much a thing in Kanata's life, given his unit, so he'd understand entirely.
Both hands are successfully blue'd, so he's leaning over to inspect Seto's handiwork on his toes. ]
If it is somewhat "difficult", I do not mind helping out..~
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[He was kind of under the impression that a 'favorite' anything was something you really, really treasured. Hence all of the things in his pendant. Although that was due to the memories attached to them....
Yeah, 'memories of people' is probably Seto's favorite thing.]
Um, if that's okay? This is pretty hard.
[Angles are hard.]
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[ The world can be so nice and simple sometimes, but if Seto has a lot of things that make him happy then it might be harder to pick a color..? ]
I do not mind.. and I will "try" not to tickle you~.
[ This can't be any more difficult than painting fingernails, yes? Kanata scoots close enough to take the polish from him with careful fingers, before gently.. blobbing Seto's first foot with paint until his toes are nice and purple. Very good. ]
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Was this stuff around when the world was whole?]
You're really good at this!
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[ He is terrible at this, actually, but Kanata accepts the compliment with an easy smile before having a sudden realization, ]
I do not think I remembered to "introduce" myself, though..? My name is Kanata Shinkai. Thank you "for sharing" with me. ♪
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I'm Seto. It's nice to meet you um, Kanata.
[He might stumble when pronouncing Kanata's name. Whoops.]
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[ Moving to paint the other set of toes, he sounds it out slowly again just so he can remember, committing the other boy's name to memory himself. Seto. Short and sweet. ]
I have not been here "very long", so I am glad to make new friends, you see..~
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[He thinks that sounds close enough. But maybe he'll go over it again. But Kanata has the right idea about friends.]
Friends are really nice. I'm new here too and everyone here is really friendly.
[It's still kind of overwhelming, the sheer amount of people here.]
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[ This is also surprisingly cute.. Maybe Kanata is just feeling sentimental about his juniors back home, though. ]
But even if it is "a little" scary, the ocean is also close, so I am at ease..
[ Not that he was too bothered in the first place, but anyway. Seto's toes are now completely purple, and Kanata leans back with a pleased hum. ]
..There, I am all done.~
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[Also hello there purple toes. If Seto smiles any harder, his face is going to get stuck that way.]
This stuff is really cool. Thank you!
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[ There's a subtle look of disbelief that makes Kanata's eyebrows raise. He can't imagine life without the ocean, this is unacceptable.. ]
The ocean is what I "love most", so.. I would be very happy to have Seto "join me" on the beach sometime. We can find things that are even "cooler" than nail polish, okay~?
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That'd be so much fun! I'd like too.