I tried to get through to you

[archboxer]

[You know what that was? A fiasco. That was an utter fiasco. Three more people gone on a chance that may not happen! This is horrible. Even if some people dislike her, Rhea... is up to the challenge once more. This time she does it nearly herself: writing out the invitations, ordering the food and telling everyone to meet at the bar. In Ema's honor, of course.

She hands out the invitations herself and if she can't find you, she'll slide yours under your door.]

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[nothingcanstop]

[ Exhausting. This is all exhausting. You know, Della's already on her way to the bar. She's...actually stepped behind it. She's not great at drink mixing, but. Well. Ema was pretty good at it, wasn't she? So, Della will give it a try. She's either mixing some drinks or sipping her own. ...Responsibly.

(Maybe they should find another place to do these things.)

Later, she... Well. To blow off steam after adventures, you do something. Today, it's going to the arcade. She jumps between DDR and knock-off Mortal Combat, Galaga and Ms. Pac-Man. She stays there for quite some time. ]

arcade

[mouflon]

[ This is, like, the one room in the whole facility Rin has managed to enjoy, ssso... It's probably natural that Rin would also gravitate here. She's back at it again with the light gun machines when she notices Della. ]

Another one of your games of choice?

[ She is, for the record, talking about DDR. ]

[nothingcanstop]

[ She's in the middle of a song. Misses a step, but keeps going. ]

I've had...a little practice.

[mouflon]

I tried it since it's about moving, but I don't really get it, to be honest. I think I'll just stick with shooting over here.

[nothingcanstop]

You just gotta...hit the arrows...as they move...!

[ But, she reacts a bit slower on her left side, the one with the prosthetic leg. That seems consistent. ]

Simple enough. [ The announcer starts crying out, "noooooo!!" ]

[mouflon]

Yeah, I gathered that much. But I still don't get it.

[ Translation: She wasn't immediately good at or comfortable with the activity, so she stopped. ]

bar

[hardnosed]

I guess we know whose chainsaw it was now.

[ That's it, that's all she's got to contribute. ]

[nothingcanstop]

[ ...Hey, Jasper. Della...pours some Fireball. ]

She actually came and talked to me after you. It's... Ugh. It was confusing. Chainsaws and swords can just sometimes be the same thing, apparently.

[hardnosed]

[ Ooh, good idea, she's just gonna get on that and top off her own garbage drink after Della finishes up. ]

... Most of what was going on in her world sounded like that. But confusing isn't the word I'd use.

[ Stupid. It sounded very, very stupid. ]

Do you hate her?

[nothingcanstop]

[ Welcome to the Feel The Burn club, Jasper. ]

Do I...hate her?

[ The question clearly surprises her. She frowns, having to actually think on it for a moment. ]

...No. No, I... I don't think I do. But, I can't really say I like her, either.

[hardnosed]

I don't think she wanted to be liked. It would have made things easier.

arcade

[lovelikeyou]

...do you want to play?

[She's talking about DDR. Rose can...maybe...play DDR without breaking the pad? Let's just say she can, for fun.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ She's on her way back to the pads when Rose finds her. Oh! ]

Yeah. Yeah, I was just about to. Have you ever done this before?

[lovelikeyou]

No! But it's a dancing game, right?

[nothingcanstop]

It is. You match your feet to the arrows. I used to be...better at it, but it's still fun.

[lovelikeyou]

Oh, that's okay. I've never been good at it at all!

Arcade

[ladygeryon]

[Nira walks up while she's playing knock-off Mortal Combat.]

Want a second for that?

[nothingcanstop]

[ Unlike DDR, her skills on this have not atrophied. She's rocking it. ]

Nira. Yeah, sure. You play before?

[ladygeryon]

Not this game specifically. But Adam loves getting the family to play along with him, so I'm familiar with the genre. He usually wins, though. [But she says it in a fond tone. She's proud of her gamer son!]

[nothingcanstop]

Win, lose, let's just go a round. That sounds nice, right about now.

[ladygeryon]

That works for me. Got any particular opinions on what character you want?

bar

[archboxer]

[Guess who's not drinking responsibly? ...okay, she is, for a dragon. Rhea doesn't seem to be even tipsy yet.

But... she tries some of the mixed drinks. And quickly sets down the one she's drinking.]

That--that one is a little too sweet, I think.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della spills a bit of what she's got in her hand. She's pouring something into...something else, it's a science, a very exact and ridiculous science. ]

Too sweet? Eh... Guess I overcompensated. I usually like mine a bit...burn-y so. I'm certainly no Ema.

[archboxer]

I prefer mild flavors... the burn never suited me.

[Ironic, that a dragon doesn't like things that 'burn'. Still. She frowns.] It takes practice in anything. She seemed to take care in it.

[nothingcanstop]

Learn by doing... Maybe I'll give it more of a shot. Did...you try any of her concoctions?