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trusthell2017-02-08 08:25 pm
quadruples) wrote in trusthell2017-02-08 08:25 pm
we'll make it happen, we'll turn it around
[ Well, that... certainly was a thing that happened. Viktor wishes he could unsee what he witnessed in the library, but it seems like it has etched into his memory forever. Thinking about it makes him sick to his stomach, and eventually he decides that he needs something to keep his mind off it, at least for a little while.
So around noon, a note goes up on the fridge: ]
If you need a distraction after what happened today, come to the dining room at 6 pm.
There will be food and we'll be playing truth or dare!
♥ Viktor Nikiforov ♥
[ There's also a cute doodle of himself underneath his signature. Later in the day, he writes copies of said note and slides them under everyone's doors. ]
[ Those who come to the dining room at will find that Viktor has made plenty of borscht, pancakes and open-faced sandwiches for them. He isn't the best chef ever, but it tastes pretty good and will fill you up! There's also juice, water, and a few bottles of alcohol for those who are old enough to drink; try to be responsible, okay.
And for the truth and dare, he's prepared shots of hot sauce as punishment for those who refuse a dare. ]
So around noon, a note goes up on the fridge: ]
There will be food and we'll be playing truth or dare!
♥ Viktor Nikiforov ♥
[ There's also a cute doodle of himself underneath his signature. Later in the day, he writes copies of said note and slides them under everyone's doors. ]
[ Those who come to the dining room at will find that Viktor has made plenty of borscht, pancakes and open-faced sandwiches for them. He isn't the best chef ever, but it tastes pretty good and will fill you up! There's also juice, water, and a few bottles of alcohol for those who are old enough to drink; try to be responsible, okay.
And for the truth and dare, he's prepared shots of hot sauce as punishment for those who refuse a dare. ]
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[CHILD, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU]
And if I happen to be okay with everyone in the room? What then?
[...her sitcom arch nemesis has not arrived yet and she is slightly thankful for that much, but uh. Stalling!!]
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[HE'S GONNA MAKE HER DO SOMETHING.]
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Does it have to be signed?
[Can she preserve at least one shred of dignity for this]
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[he's a good son, lusamine.]
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...But she can work with this. He didn't say she had to use her name, after all.]
Very well. I assume you'll want me to write it out here so you can appraise it?
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[he's so excited]
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[Why is she letting herself do this. Why.
Anyway, it'll just be a quick trip to the mail room and back, she'll just. Find a place and usher him over so he can oversee her writing. This is going to be horrifying, but never let it be said that Lusamine doesn't go all out in a dare.
...even if she looks utterly revolted by the time she's finished. God...]
I trust that this is satisfactory? I fear that if I attempt to write any more, I'm going to come down with a plague.
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my
god this is hilarious and gold cannot stop himself from laughing]
Make sure you-- you sign your name, Lusa! He's gotta know who's heart he's tearin'!
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She was afraid of this, ugh.]
If I drink two of those hot sauce penalties at once, could I substitute the Wordsmith's name for my own...?
[SHE HAS SOME LEVEL OF HUMILITY LEFT
DON'T MAKE HER TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIS]
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Lusamine, good friend of mine, don't think a single thing of those shots, because that is too hilarious to pass up on its own.
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Then consider it done.
[And in the most elegant cursive Lusamine can muster, she writes at the very end;
Sincerely,
your Wordsmith ♥]
That craven man should be in his room...would you like to come with me while I slide this under his door?
[This is officially fun. This is officially going to be one of the best damn memories here. And it's at the expense of ol' smithy~]
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[He'll even hold out his arm so politely, look at that.]
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[Just let her fold this paper up gently--gotta make sure it slides under the door neatly, and doesn't get any horrible wrinkles in it. Once that's taken care of, she'll loop her arm around his and they'll get started!
...once they're out of the dining room, however, Lusamine's tone goes hushed while they walk.]
Now, when we push this under the door, we're only going to have so many seconds before he notices. Are you prepared to turn tail and run once the objective is complete?
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[So he's absolutely prepared, Lusamine. And he'll make sure you're not thrown to the Houndoom.]
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[It shouldn't be the longest trip, at least--she remembers the number from passing by on the way out. Every day. Because damn the fact that their rooms are so close by, as far as she's concerned.
She lets go once they hit the door, though, quieting herself and taking off her heels. If they gotta make a break for it, she can't wear these! And once she has them in her hands and the letter in her free one...]
On three, we run. Ready?
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Ready.
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[Deep breath, crouch down.]
Two.
[Get the paper in front of the door to slide it under, make sure everything goes according to plan--]
Three!
[Slide that motherfucker under and FUCKIN' RUN. Back to the library, go go go!]
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