[ getting dumped into a random room out of nowhere wasn't on her bingo card for thursday morning... so she's a little annoyed. her tail is lashing back and forth as she examines all four of the walls keeping her trapped in this cubic hell. no doors. wonderful. ] What kind of puzzle is this? [ she folds her arms, wishing she could just... summon her mech and punch a hole in the wall, but it doesn't look like she's got her 'watch' on her. ]
I didn't see you jumping at the chance to open your yap and say something to me. [ she looks him up and down. ] Manners, here, ...please. But, sure, I'm formerly Sponsored by Mountain Dew®, Doritos®, & Olive Garden®, D.Va. And who are you?
[ on one hand. He keeps complaining about people abbreviating his names, so he can't just do that to her. But on the other that's far longer than his. He has a wholass dilemma here. ]
I guess not… but that’s such a mouthful. [ it’s not really. ] How about I call you Naxxy in- [ suddenly there’s a shift in the room, the walls all moving in subtly closer. ] What was that?
[ her tail lashes back and forth as she tries to figure out wtf just happened. ] Oh no no no. Don’t tell me… [ she presses herself up against one of the walls. ] this thing just MOVED. [ don’t mind her trying to push it back out… like that has a snowball’s chance in hell of working. ]
I bet I could get through it if I could Henshin. [ she takes a few steps off the wall. ] It's not currently moving... so maybe it's on a timer. Or maybe something we're doing or... not doing is trigger it. [ she starts walking along the walls, looking for any kind of weaknesses. ]
[ anaxa can find a note taped to one of the walls. all it reads is "fuck or die". ]
…seriously. [ she takes the note and stares at it, as if the words are going to morph into something a little less ridiculous. they don’t. ] 25, and… I’m not opposed. It’s not like I haven’t had a few partners in the past.
[ He does not want to die once again. Deaths in this place come with a side of fun seemingly endless torture in the afterlife, and he's experienced it enough times to know just how much it sucks. But what he hates even more is performing for gods. If he were alone, he would rather die with his dignity intact than be their dancing monkey ]
[ the room rumbles again, and the walls move another couple of inches inward. ] Does it though… [ she laughs. ] I mean, I’d rather not die, mostly because I kind of like… can’t. Getting and remaining squished until whoever set this shit up decides to have mercy isn’t exactly something I’m into. But… [ he circles him. ] Are you sure you can handle it, …handle me?
[ she strides over to him, setting a hand onto his chest and walking him against one of the walls closing in on them. her tail coils around his leg and begins gently stroking his inner thighs as she leans in close, ] A performance, you say, …well it’s a good thing I’m well versed in giving only the best.
[ this was embarrassing. pentium had been feeling out of sorts for approximately a week, but things were only getting worse. he was told to look for somebody who might be able to help him. ]
I'm looking for Professor Anaxagoras. [ he clears his throat. ] I was told he was the leading authority on... dromas?
[ he studies the professor… ] No, I’m not, but because of your expertise and the “similarities” I apparently share with dromas… [ he turns his head aside and huffs, because he can’t stand being compared to this and that. first horses and now dromas. ] I was told you might be able to help me.
[ he follows, mindful of his surroundings. ] I haven’t been feeling right. Well, even. Hot flashes and… flares in temper. I’ll admit I’m prone to not being in full control of my anger, but usually only in aggravating situations. Now, it seems random, and I’m worried I might hurt somebody undeserving. [ he’s fine with hurting people that deserve it x: ]
Nothing that seems out of the ordinary. [ he tries to think. ] Maybe I’m just missing a bit of… solitude. Socializing is exhausting… but I’ve had to bury some of my baser instincts to… make this work. [ existing with other people. ]
…smells or… people. [ he sits, taking a moment to recount the instances he lost his shit. ] It smelled… sweet. Not a scent I can compare to anything. Just… uniquely… sweet. I don’t recall anything special about the people. [ but his lizard brain was reacting to people that would ( potentially ) make good mates. ] …I swear I can smell it right now.
…what. What kind of question is that? [ it’s been a while, but that’s because none of the people he’s comfortable around are here. ] Do think I’m sex starved or something?
I think you might be in a rut. This is the season for Dromas, and if you indeed share a few similarities, you might have also been reacting to that. Perhaps the scent you're picking up is their, or more realistically, you are being attracted to potential mates.
… [ hm. pentium thinks about this for a few minutes. perhaps he’s not… wrong. the sweet scent is a little telling. and he, himself, is broiling… if he were to let go, then what would happen… ] What, then, am I meant to do… court a mate?
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Wait, who are you?
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[ he says that like he was gonna address her despite noticing her. Guess who's also just checking the room to see how to exit ]
Since we're all about manners, why don't you go ahead and tell me your name before asking for mine?
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Formerly Sponsored by Mountain Dew®, Doritos®, & Olive Garden®, D.Va , then.
The name is Anaxagoras. Do not call me anything else.
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And why's that? Just curious. [ she's definitely considering calling him something else. ]
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[ her tail lashes back and forth as she tries to figure out wtf just happened. ] Oh no no no. Don’t tell me… [ she presses herself up against one of the walls. ] this thing just MOVED. [ don’t mind her trying to push it back out… like that has a snowball’s chance in hell of working. ]
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This place rarely puts us in danger without any way to escape. If it is a challenge, then we simply need to find the way to complete it.
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[ anaxa can find a note taped to one of the walls. all it reads is "fuck or die". ]
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I suppose I should start by asking how old are you and what are your feelings on casual sex.
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[ going to hold the note out ]
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... mm. I suppose that makes things easier.
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Very well then. If these gods want a performance from us, then we should at least give them one they will regret having asked for.
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I'm looking for Professor Anaxagoras. [ he clears his throat. ] I was told he was the leading authority on... dromas?
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[ giving him a look over ]
... But you are not a dromas.
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[ he's going to just invite him inside, expecting him to follow ]
What is it? Start with why you thought you'd need help in the first place.
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And you do not recall any instances that may have led to your moodswing, is that it? What about stronger reactions around specific smells - or people?
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…smells or… people. [ he sits, taking a moment to recount the instances he lost his shit. ] It smelled… sweet. Not a scent I can compare to anything. Just… uniquely… sweet. I don’t recall anything special about the people. [ but his lizard brain was reacting to people that would ( potentially ) make good mates. ] …I swear I can smell it right now.
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You say you've had to bury your baser instincts. Have you had sexual encounters recently? Or at all.
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That would be the ideal scenario. If nothing else it would at least rule out the possibility.
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