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yumemigaoka2023-06-02 09:55 pm
kitri) wrote in yumemigaoka2023-06-02 09:55 pm
first variation | hello everyone writing this took me all day fsr
⭐ Who: Novae Rex (+some bonus Gratia), YOU
⭐ When: early june!
⭐ Where: domremy apartments / unnamed public park / a mossy amphitheatre in the dreamsphere
⭐ What: waking world: ITS HOT OUT, novvy's at home then another day at the park with gratia. dreamsphere, ballade's found... a novel venue. wildcard tagins are ofc always welcome!
⭐ Warnings: goofy joking reference to homophobia, references to novvy's nicotine addiction
1/ at home, open if we can come up with a fun reason for you to pop up there
[ the AC is brooookennnnnnn.
he’s rustled up every single fan or fanlike device in the apartment and set them up, transforming the “main room” of Casa Rex into the Fortress of Winds. it is still not enough. it’s sooo stuffy today. he is laying his head down on the table slowly melting into the shape of a pancake, a bag of frozen vegetables on the back of his neck. ]
This is homophobic.
[ he can’t even leave. he has to wait on the repairman. this is his supervillain origin story. at least gratia’s at school, so that he doesn’t have to deal with keeping two people cool, when he’s not even managing one. ]
2/ everybody loves the park, right
[ it’s June, the air conditioning is STILL OUT in the Rex family’s apartment because the problem was worse than expected, it is TOO HOT to be at home right now. this park has shade trees and picnic tables AND public bathrooms, he has long ago scoped it out as his go-to free short notice outdoors distraction. novvy is currently fastidiously avoiding looking directly at either the ice cream parlor across the street or the shape of the little paper box in his pocket. Benjie The Rabbit is resting on his lap as Gratia navigates some complicated monkey bar situation. he’s chatting to the plush toy as he multitasks between Watching Kid and doing some regrettably necessary email bullshit on his phone. this time being free time is only an illusion. ]
What do you think, Ben? Carrot sticks? Carrot sticks would be cheaper.
3/ en stage with ballade
[ the humid heat in the house has him nostalgic, he guesses. when he set out into the dreamsphere, today, his mood guided him, more than any kind of goal. wailing bugs, heavy, wet air, the long hair sliding past his shoulders-- Ballade finds himself at an amphitheatre in a shady grove, with a concert pit that’s went to full marsh, the tops of instruments sticking out like lurking gators.
It's pretty. It's like nowhere he's ever seen in real life, but the plants are familiar, and most of them utterly foreign to Yumemigaoka.
The seats are all just mossy logs, with little faceless monocolor dream-creatures here and there, burbling to themselves in nonsense sounds. they're barely a step above props, really -- they just kind of seem more like the vague idea of a cute woodland creature more than representing any real one. It’s natural that he’s drawn to the middle of the stage. he’s poking around, for a bit, sweeping away leaves with his tail, testing to see if the carpet of vivid, flowering moss covering most of it is too squishy to work with... ]
...Heheheh. What am I thinking. Talk about wasteful, but...
[ his orrery appears, from a swirl of sand and a few staccato notes. ]
...wouldn’t it be more wasteful to find a spot like this and not use it for what it’s for...?
⭐ When: early june!
⭐ Where: domremy apartments / unnamed public park / a mossy amphitheatre in the dreamsphere
⭐ What: waking world: ITS HOT OUT, novvy's at home then another day at the park with gratia. dreamsphere, ballade's found... a novel venue. wildcard tagins are ofc always welcome!
⭐ Warnings: goofy joking reference to homophobia, references to novvy's nicotine addiction
1/ at home, open if we can come up with a fun reason for you to pop up there
[ the AC is brooookennnnnnn.
he’s rustled up every single fan or fanlike device in the apartment and set them up, transforming the “main room” of Casa Rex into the Fortress of Winds. it is still not enough. it’s sooo stuffy today. he is laying his head down on the table slowly melting into the shape of a pancake, a bag of frozen vegetables on the back of his neck. ]
This is homophobic.
[ he can’t even leave. he has to wait on the repairman. this is his supervillain origin story. at least gratia’s at school, so that he doesn’t have to deal with keeping two people cool, when he’s not even managing one. ]
2/ everybody loves the park, right
[ it’s June, the air conditioning is STILL OUT in the Rex family’s apartment because the problem was worse than expected, it is TOO HOT to be at home right now. this park has shade trees and picnic tables AND public bathrooms, he has long ago scoped it out as his go-to free short notice outdoors distraction. novvy is currently fastidiously avoiding looking directly at either the ice cream parlor across the street or the shape of the little paper box in his pocket. Benjie The Rabbit is resting on his lap as Gratia navigates some complicated monkey bar situation. he’s chatting to the plush toy as he multitasks between Watching Kid and doing some regrettably necessary email bullshit on his phone. this time being free time is only an illusion. ]
What do you think, Ben? Carrot sticks? Carrot sticks would be cheaper.
3/ en stage with ballade
[ the humid heat in the house has him nostalgic, he guesses. when he set out into the dreamsphere, today, his mood guided him, more than any kind of goal. wailing bugs, heavy, wet air, the long hair sliding past his shoulders-- Ballade finds himself at an amphitheatre in a shady grove, with a concert pit that’s went to full marsh, the tops of instruments sticking out like lurking gators.
It's pretty. It's like nowhere he's ever seen in real life, but the plants are familiar, and most of them utterly foreign to Yumemigaoka.
The seats are all just mossy logs, with little faceless monocolor dream-creatures here and there, burbling to themselves in nonsense sounds. they're barely a step above props, really -- they just kind of seem more like the vague idea of a cute woodland creature more than representing any real one. It’s natural that he’s drawn to the middle of the stage. he’s poking around, for a bit, sweeping away leaves with his tail, testing to see if the carpet of vivid, flowering moss covering most of it is too squishy to work with... ]
...Heheheh. What am I thinking. Talk about wasteful, but...
[ his orrery appears, from a swirl of sand and a few staccato notes. ]
...wouldn’t it be more wasteful to find a spot like this and not use it for what it’s for...?