[It's February 14th! Early enough before the blind dates have started, Anya was busy.
At some point in the day, there will suddenly be a gift for Luke left at the bar of Cabin 11. He'll find a little pouch filled with heart-shaped macarons, about 6 or 7. There's a separate pouch with a few more, likely for his family. There's a neat little card written in Anya's neat and short hand-writing:]
Happy Valentine's Day! Please know that I adore you too.
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[The macarons have their own little messages instead of the classic Sweetheart Conversations, customized based on whoever Anya's giving them to. This batch reads:]
GOOD LUCK FAMILY BIG BRO THANK YOU
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freaky weird app that auto-installed on your phone, seems to follow you everywhere, already knows your name and shows up no matter what device you're on but disappears on people?
( Strange. Haven't people been talking about getting these? You'll find a delivery from Retrospec at your home, or at some place you often frequent. Thank you, says Retrospec. For all you do.
Inside the box there is a single feline plushie. Tied around its neck is a bit of ribbon with a note: ♥ From Yuri's Angels. There is nothing else. The box from Retrospec, the plush kitty, and that note.
Congratulations. You are the lucky mistaken recipient of a Yuri's Angel Cat Plush. What a wonderful day this must be!!! )
[Well. Okay. That happened? There's only one Yuri he actually knows so you know what that cat is definitely going to just sit on the bar and greet customers.
But Luke's also an asshole and sending Yuri a picture of said-cat on the bar with zero context. Thanks, Retrospec.]
A girl was home alone and she walked downstairs to go and get some midnight snacks because FUCK YEAH midnight snacks what is even the point of being home along if you don't go get those? Nothing was there, but she made herself a stack of pancakes like two feet high and covered them in whipped cream and chocolate chips and went back upstairs to eat breakfast in bed, basically sending out an engraved invitation to all ants in the universe to come hit her up. At I guess noon she woke up to find a little girl standing at the foot of her bed. The little girl went sis why the fuck did you do this now there's an ant invasion, and then some ants with machine guns bust through the door and started shooting and they had to dive out the window and start their action movie saga. Send this to 3 people or else around noonish you're gonna get attacked by ant alien fuckers, and then what will you do?
I'd ask if you think that's really a good idea, but you're you and I know you're gonna do it anyway so lemme ask you this do you actually know what a pageant means. like. you're dressing up. for a chance to remember...something that may or not be that great obviously I'll show up for emotional support and whatever so thanks for the heads up but come on
[It's probably toward the end of Proper Bar Hours™ when Kashuu moseys in to the Cabin, taking a seat at the far corner.
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puts his forehead down on the counter.
This exhaustion comes from a lot of places and surprisingly, most of them don't have to do with the fact that it's ass o'clock. He also pipes up a second later, and while it's semi-muffled, it's still probably loud enough for Luke to hear.]
I cannot wait until I can actually drink freely in public.
[It's quiet at least and for a moment Luke's watching Kashuu with half-sympathy and half-amusement. As it is, by the time Kashuu speaks up Luke's already turning and seems to be getting ready to commit more fruit murder, excuse him.]
Rough day? Or are you just like Jason and you're trying to con me into giving you free booze? [Like. Either is fine but he's definitely curious.]
( He usually works with one of the other choreographers precisely because he's second string. Yuri doesn't mind. By and large it means he gets to skip most rehearsals and focus on what else he needs to do; like work, considering the fine last month hit his non-existent pocketbook hard.
Today both sets of actors, understudies and mains, are present and accounted for. Yuri's hanging with the other understudies and practicing the dance-fight choreo: dance-fight because he's flashing a sharp grin and tucking one arm behind his back and holding up the practice sword. The problem is his Mercutio knows how this goes, and isn't as deft with the sword, let alone the footwork. He rolls his eyes and bats at Yuri's sword with his own, saying he'll be back in fifteen or so to deal with this. Yuri scoffs, bringing his sword back to rest against his shoulder. )
It's not like the footwork's all that difficult... they could stand to make it so much more exciting.
[Meanwhile, Luke's been keeping an eye on the kids and also jumping in to assist with the stage combat where needed. Dance isn't his forte but he knows how to move with props and he's agile enough it works out. He's leaning against a wall and watching this go down, eyes following the movements of both the main Mercutio and Yuri himself and it's only when Yuri's alone that he snickers to himself.]
I don't know if "exciting" is conductive to coordination. It might be hard even for you to keep up.
I'm coming by after school. I got something in the mail I need to show you.
[ ??? not vague at all.
whether he replies or not annabeth will indeed come by the bar after school, a bookbag over one shoulder. she'll eye whoever's about, if anyone is, in a rather cagey manner and sit at the bar near where thalia usually sits with her bag on the seat next to her. ]
[He doesn't respond. There's no need to respond beyond the little notification to show that he's read the message, but that doesn't mean he's not worrying about it. On the bright side Mondays are also pretty quiet days especially after school, so when Annabeth finally gets there she'll find Luke leaning on the bar with his phone in his hand and intently concentrating on the screen. He seems to be playing pac-man. Stop this.
The few patrons in the bar don't seem to pay her any attention, though one or two will eye her right back before Luke sends them a Look. He drops the game almost immediately as soon as Annabeth sits down and he moves closer.]
Is whatever this is from who I think it's from? [Please say no.]
[Because Luke doesn't have nearly enough people talking to him about shitty gifts from Retrospec, Jason is stopping by the bar a little later in the day, closer to the evening and definitely after his last class. He slides into one of the stools by the bar, schoolbag still on his bag and everything, and very casually:]
So... [... Well, almost too casually?] What are the chances I can borrow you for five minutes?
[Given who came by earlier in the afternoon and what she brought with her, Luke's a little more prepared for this. At the same time, he's not sure how he feels about all of this weird bullshit happening. When Jason arrives he nods slowly as an answer.]
Pretty sure I can spare that. What's going on? [He knows how you are, Jason Grace. Being too casual usually means a disaster's on the horizon and that alone is a little unsettling.]
[Hey man, the parental blocker is gone for Steven Squawking and he's back in action.]
also I'm definitely more like cold pizza than cold meatloaf in terms of week-old leftovers. a commodity that exists but can go either way and why are we even talking about this why am I leftovers? is that kashuu? tell him I'm revoking his rights for his pretty pink drinks for not comparing me to decent leftovers
[you know how they say nothing good happens after 2 am
Luke probably hears the heavy footsteps of an animal at 3 am, followed by the rustling of feathers, some bickering followed by Baren's devil may care laughter in the dead of the night.
Nothing good happens after 2 am.
This includes Baren knock knock knocking at the front door of Cabin 11, then deciding that it's taking too long for an answer, and so he pulls out one of his hairpins and moves to pick the lock. Luke knows he can pick locks. Baren's let himself into his apartment enough times.
Admittedly this is a little different.
The chocobo behind him does another full body shake, now with just one rider instead of two, and Baren just makes an odd soothing noise even as he keeps working on this lock.]
I know you're hungry but sshhh, c'mon, let me work, V...!
[The rider that's still chillin out up here on the chocobo's back is both 1) keeping a death grip so he doesn't get thrown off or something, who knows how fickle these things are and 2) keeping a careful eye on their surroundings while Baren works. Someone's gotta be the lookout, okay... Good thing he has SO MUCH PRACTICE with this, considering their eternal party shenanigans and all.]
Maybe we should've just stopped by Freshens or something instead...
[Because setting a chocobo free in the grocery store is a great idea, yes.
He'll awkwardly pat its head while it fluffs up, either way. Partially to placate it, partially to give himself something to do so he doesn't question why the heck they're out here at 2am with a stolen chocobo too much.]
i was going to cash in that free date finally like rn but i am the size of an essie nail polish sooooooo how about after this is fixed in the hopes that this isnt permanent
also are you tiny too because i need to know if ur gonna be like runnin around on ur bar counter tryin to serve giant drinks??? thatd be so hilarious
the last thing we need is for this to be permanent, but what a comparison ...but yeah, sure am. never realized just how many stairs the bar had from my apartment to the bar itself until I had to climb down one at a time. also shut up, I still have to work and it's just going to be more...complicated! or a lot more complicated, whatever but if this isn't permanent, we'll cash in and it'll be worth your while
[ So he's somehow managed to hitch a ride to his office and except for the fact that he's six inches tall and using his desktop is impossible, so he's limited to checking emails and doing Work Stuff on hie phone, it seems like it's a normal day, sans any Retrospec shenanigans.
... Of course, that changes when there's a fucking portal being ripped in the space in front of him and Luke tumbles out of it looking half drenched and Seto has to stop because seriously, what the fuck. ]
... Luke?
[ Where did you come from, how did you teleport into his office. ]
[What are you talking about, Seto? This is fine??? But no, Luke's stumbling out of his portal with the sword in his hand and he's landing on the man's desk, managing to stay on his feet even if he's holding the sword in a defensive position and glancing around immediately.]
...before you ask, give me like five minutes to come up with a good explanation for what just happened. You've got five minutes, don't you? [Though he sounds cocky about it, he's actually a little alarmed so. There's that.] Good to see you got dragged into this, too.
annabeth doesn't register that luke appears in front of her, smacking into his chest (why is he SO TALL...) and just backing up a step. with the echo flowers echoing, somehow she doesn't think "holy shit luke just teleported" instead saying, ]
Or you could consider moving out of my way? [ yes, clearly luke just. must have walked really fast to wind up in her path. but, ] I need to find out what they know.
Nah. What you need to do is listen to me. [And since he's taller, he has no problem moving to pick her up, more or less starting to carry her away from the woods.] Trust me, these flowers are no good and they're not going to get you the answers you want, all right? You've gotta trust me.
hey dont u still owe me a date assumin nothing else weird happens rn besides fuckin loss of TWO WHOLE COLORS christ we need to schedule this i wont be forgettin it mr castellan
pretty sure I do, yeah I'm mourning the loss of my eyes and, like, half the drinks at my bar but I definitely owe you a date tomorrow? shit no wait tomorrow is graduation sunday?
if i got together some sort of fight club for people on the network to learn how to use all these weapons we're being sent instead of fumbling around and stabbing themselves would you be up for helping out and teaching people? you're pretty good with a sword and i know you wouldn't beat up on them without a good reason
that's actually not a bad idea at all. better than all of us fucking up worse than what's happening around here. I think I must have been really good with a sword if my memories are anything to go by. I think I used to teach kids, so...why not? where you thinking of setting up shop?
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2/1, phone text.
you think it's someone's marketing ploy?
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tell me something. yours fill in your name too?
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2/14, text;
please.
[He sends an attachment. It's a plate of extremely ornate heart-shaped cookies, obviously taken on someone's dining room table.]
do these look romantic to you?
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but I guess so. they scream "valentine's day" to me and everything. why?
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2/14.
At some point in the day, there will suddenly be a gift for Luke left at the bar of Cabin 11. He'll find a little pouch filled with heart-shaped macarons, about 6 or 7. There's a separate pouch with a few more, likely for his family. There's a neat little card written in Anya's neat and short hand-writing:]
Happy Valentine's Day!
Please know that I adore you too.
- Anya ♡
[The macarons have their own little messages instead of the classic Sweetheart Conversations, customized based on whoever Anya's giving them to. This batch reads:]
GOOD LUCK
FAMILY
BIG BRO
THANK YOU
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membership card
Member Since: 2/13
Member Profile: Thinks that you can plant cat shit and grow kittens from the dirt
3/1 text.
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nope. never heard of it
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[seems like some misfires are happening...]
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DELIVERY AT HIS BAR LBR
Inside the box there is a single feline plushie. Tied around its neck is a bit of ribbon with a note: ♥ From Yuri's Angels. There is nothing else. The box from Retrospec, the plush kitty, and that note.
Congratulations. You are the lucky mistaken recipient of a Yuri's Angel Cat Plush. What a wonderful day this must be!!! )
kc I can't believe this
But Luke's also an asshole and sending Yuri a picture of said-cat on the bar with zero context. Thanks, Retrospec.]
you know you absolutely can okay
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Misfire text 3/12
[ooc: wee hello hope you don't mind.]
you're totally good, hello c:
that depends. what's it going to do for you? better question, what benefits are you getting out of it?
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because they're ants
you can probably stomp on ants
wtf is this strider, come on. chainmail? really?
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do you actually know what a pageant means. like. you're dressing up. for a chance to remember...something that may or not be that great
obviously I'll show up for emotional support and whatever so thanks for the heads up but come on
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action, 4/2!
And then he just sort of
puts his forehead down on the counter.
This exhaustion comes from a lot of places and surprisingly, most of them don't have to do with the fact that it's ass o'clock. He also pipes up a second later, and while it's semi-muffled, it's still probably loud enough for Luke to hear.]
I cannot wait until I can actually drink freely in public.
[HEY BUDDY, WHAT'S UP.]
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Rough day? Or are you just like Jason and you're trying to con me into giving you free booze? [Like. Either is fine but he's definitely curious.]
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action | at rehearsal
Today both sets of actors, understudies and mains, are present and accounted for. Yuri's hanging with the other understudies and practicing the dance-fight choreo: dance-fight because he's flashing a sharp grin and tucking one arm behind his back and holding up the practice sword. The problem is his Mercutio knows how this goes, and isn't as deft with the sword, let alone the footwork. He rolls his eyes and bats at Yuri's sword with his own, saying he'll be back in fifteen or so to deal with this. Yuri scoffs, bringing his sword back to rest against his shoulder. )
It's not like the footwork's all that difficult... they could stand to make it so much more exciting.
( Really... it could be more fun! )
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I don't know if "exciting" is conductive to coordination. It might be hard even for you to keep up.
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[ ??? not vague at all.
whether he replies or not annabeth will indeed come by the bar after school, a bookbag over one shoulder. she'll eye whoever's about, if anyone is, in a rather cagey manner and sit at the bar near where thalia usually sits with her bag on the seat next to her. ]
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The few patrons in the bar don't seem to pay her any attention, though one or two will eye her right back before Luke sends them a Look. He drops the game almost immediately as soon as Annabeth sits down and he moves closer.]
Is whatever this is from who I think it's from? [Please say no.]
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slams in here on 4/3 action
So... [... Well, almost too casually?] What are the chances I can borrow you for five minutes?
\o/ godspeed, kids
Pretty sure I can spare that. What's going on? [He knows how you are, Jason Grace. Being too casual usually means a disaster's on the horizon and that alone is a little unsettling.]
the kids are alright
#citationneeded
rude??
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Yuri said you were possibly going to do a poll about people suddenly losing their memory of having the app or something?
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5/1 | text i'm so sorry
[that's a good start
also it's followed with a cropped screenshot that just says]
[look if it's at least coming from someone else then baren can't get in trouble for saying it]
can you believe the shit that people talk these days
no decency in this town
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I hate you both
[Hey man, the parental blocker is gone for Steven Squawking and he's back in action.]
also I'm definitely more like cold pizza than cold meatloaf in terms of week-old leftovers. a commodity that exists but can go either way and why are we even talking about this
why am I leftovers?
is that kashuu? tell him I'm revoking his rights for his pretty pink drinks for not comparing me to decent leftovers
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5/2 | action i'm back here again so soon
Luke probably hears the heavy footsteps of an animal at 3 am, followed by the rustling of feathers, some bickering followed by Baren's devil may care laughter in the dead of the night.
Nothing good happens after 2 am.
This includes Baren knock knock knocking at the front door of Cabin 11, then deciding that it's taking too long for an answer, and so he pulls out one of his hairpins and moves to pick the lock. Luke knows he can pick locks. Baren's let himself into his apartment enough times.
Admittedly this is a little different.
The chocobo behind him does another full body shake, now with just one rider instead of two, and Baren just makes an odd soothing noise even as he keeps working on this lock.]
I know you're hungry but sshhh, c'mon, let me work, V...!
[why this]
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Maybe we should've just stopped by Freshens or something instead...
[Because setting a chocobo free in the grocery store is a great idea, yes.
He'll awkwardly pat its head while it fluffs up, either way. Partially to placate it, partially to give himself something to do so he doesn't question why the heck they're out here at 2am with a stolen chocobo too much.]
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but i am the size of an essie nail polish sooooooo
how about after this is fixed
in the hopes that this isnt permanent
also are you tiny too because i need to know
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ur gonna be like runnin around on ur bar counter tryin to serve giant drinks???
thatd be so hilarious
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...but yeah, sure am. never realized just how many stairs the bar had from my apartment to the bar itself until I had to climb down one at a time. also shut up, I still have to work and it's just going to be more...complicated! or a lot more complicated, whatever
but if this isn't permanent, we'll cash in and it'll be worth your while
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[backdated] 5/5 teleportation shenanigans; action let's go
... Of course, that changes when there's a fucking portal being ripped in the space in front of him and Luke tumbles out of it looking half drenched and Seto has to stop because seriously, what the fuck. ]
... Luke?
[ Where did you come from, how did you teleport into his office. ]
\o/
...before you ask, give me like five minutes to come up with a good explanation for what just happened. You've got five minutes, don't you? [Though he sounds cocky about it, he's actually a little alarmed so. There's that.] Good to see you got dragged into this, too.
Re: \o/
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this is me being too lazy to make a personal overflow from the event;
it's her job, sorry??
annabeth doesn't register that luke appears in front of her, smacking into his chest (why is he SO TALL...) and just backing up a step. with the echo flowers echoing, somehow she doesn't think "holy shit luke just teleported" instead saying, ]
Or you could consider moving out of my way? [ yes, clearly luke just. must have walked really fast to wind up in her path. but, ] I need to find out what they know.
I mean. fair.
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assumin nothing else weird happens rn besides
fuckin loss of TWO WHOLE COLORS
christ
we need to schedule this i wont be forgettin it mr castellan
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I'm mourning the loss of my eyes and, like, half the drinks at my bar but I definitely owe you a date
tomorrow?
shit no wait tomorrow is graduation
sunday?
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if i got together some sort of fight club for people on the network to learn how to use all these weapons we're being sent instead of fumbling around and stabbing themselves would you be up for helping out and teaching people? you're pretty good with a sword and i know you wouldn't beat up on them without a good reason
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that's actually not a bad idea at all. better than all of us fucking up worse than what's happening around here.
I think I must have been really good with a sword if my memories are anything to go by. I think I used to teach kids, so...why not?
where you thinking of setting up shop?
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