clubhouse to barn

[despair_to_live]

WHO: The weeds...?
WHERE: The new Weeds Barn!
WHEN: 105 evening/night

[The Queen is sitting at the poker table, talking to (or more accurately: 'at') anyone nearby.]

...So, you see, my death at the ritual today was just as planned! It was all strategy! I called that demon out with a bet. A bet that no matter what happened, when everything looked pointless, the sheep would absolutely, one hundred percent, no hesitation, decide to throw us, the so-called 'evil' team, under the bus to save their own skin. And they took it! They wagered the sheep would be selfless to the end. Ha! That's the suckers' bet. Never bet on hope. Despair is going to win, every time!

[She finishes shuffling cards.]

So, that's how I won a bet, that's why we have this new barn, and I've got a sore throat.

[she grins]

How was your day?


[feel free to do your own thing and just ignore the Queen, of course.]

Comments

[stirtheblood]

Like, there's one where you race carts around and try to hit stuff...

You thinkin' of somethin'?

[hotnbothered]

Just that it might be useful for practice, since I haven't exactly been keeping up...

[stirtheblood]

Heh. Dunno if it's gonna be much like her fancy court dancin'.

[hotnbothered]

... In what way?

[stirtheblood]

Well, it's pretty excitin' music. I like doin' it with flips and stuff.

[that is not a standard part of DDR but so what]

[hotnbothered]

F-Flips?! I thought it was supposed to be a game! What kind of complicated dances are these?

[stirtheblood]

The game is just steppin' on the arrows, but that means ya can do whatever else ya want to make it more fun!

[hotnbothered]

Hmph. Well, I can't imagine there's much that could make dancing enjoyable for me.

[stirtheblood]

Eh? Nothin'?

[hotnbothered]

Aside from having any actual skill.

[stirtheblood]

Do anythin' enough and you'll get good at it.

[hotnbothered]

Sounds like something someone with talent would say.

[stirtheblood]

Nah. I'd prob'ly be terrible if I tried yer kinda dancin' too.

[hotnbothered]

That's because you don't have anything resembling grace.

[stirtheblood]

Hey! You've seen me fight. I do fine dancin' on the battlefield.

[hotnbothered]

That's completely different! And you're hardly the picture of a polished martial artist, anyway, so my point stands!

[stirtheblood]

Don't gotta be polished to be graceful.

[hotnbothered]

I know many who would beg to differ.

[stirtheblood]

They can beg all they want, ain't gonna change it.

[hotnbothered]

[ Snorts. ]

My, are you getting defensive? "Graceful" isn't a descriptor I would have expected you to get hung up on. I thought you took pride in being wild and boorish.

[stirtheblood]

Somethin' can be wild and graceful too. There're plenty of those.

I'm just sayin', if there's one thing I've spent all my time practicin', it's how to use my body. Just 'cause I'm doin' it while fightin' and not showin' off for some stuffy court assholes don't mean it ain't got grace. You prob'ly got a lot less room for bein' clumsy when dodgin' stuff that's tryin' to kill ya than just paradin' around showin' off.

[hotnbothered]

[ Draws up her lips into a small pout, then huffs. ]

Fine, fine! You win! Obviously you know more about grace than I do. I wouldn't have guessed it was a sore spot for you!

[stirtheblood]

I'm not sore.

[he sounds kinda sore]

That's just one of the few things I do know anythin' about.

[hotnbothered]

[ She raises an eyebrow slightly, dubious. ]

... What do you mean, few? You have plenty of practical skills, don't you?

[stirtheblood]

Sure, when it comes to fightin' and stayin' alive.