They say you don't really wanna fall in love

[lucetimods]

Who: The people of Luceti!
What: Love love love love
When: From the 11th to the 16th
Where: Within the walls of Luceti. There is no escape.
Summary: Suddenly you're in love with things you never noticed were so important to you before. Feelings, welled up inside you, are now bound to come out.
Rating: M for MUSHY

You folks know the deal. Event information is here. When people meet, they may just start falling in love when they see a trait that perks their interest. How you play it and how long it lasts is at player discretion.

Don't forget to add your tag to the log in this format: [fandom] character name

Note: A separate log will go up on the 17th for the hot springs/hotel portion of the event.

Comments

[herotypical]

...Has anyone told you that your -- uhm -- seventh fonon has kind of a girly name? [ not that asch is much better in the mind of a valley girl who's grown up beside many an ashley.

anyway. the important part to take away from this is that although buffy is poking fun -- and she is absolutely poking fun -- she's doing it in that calm and collected manner that ultimately suggests just how normal and not a big deal she finds it all to be. even if she can't parse out half the words, the core theory doesn't creep her out. ]

[dissonates]

[That earns her a scoff and the most slight of smiles.]

I'm not sure that a genderless group of atoms would care, though it does have the voice of a man.

[herotypical]

...Is it a nice voice? Y'know, easy to listen to?

[ buffy finds herself half-wondering why she cares. but she does care. she does indeed. ]

[dissonates]

I... suppose? It's kind of deep, and old. Very old.

[His brows furrow.]

I imagine it would be more pleasant to listen to if it didn't give me a headache every time it contacts me.

[herotypical]

...Direct-to-brain phone calls? [ she guesses. yeesh. buffy supposes for coverage like that, asch must be charged extra. ]

It doesn't still happen here, does it?

[ another guess. this curiousity is more legitimate. after all, she knows her own connection to the slayer line is somehow...weaker, here. ]

[dissonates]

Not here, no. I haven't heard it since I arrived here years ago.

[And he's obviously okay with that, considering its relation to his body's destabilization and the aforementioned headaches.]

[herotypical]

It's funny -- [ she hazards ] -- how there are some tiny, quiet ways that being here instead of home is a godsend. Maybe they're not always dealbreakers, but they make a difference. I'd think that dodging those headaches was one of them.

[dissonates]

...Mm.

[He really can't disagree with that, especially considering...

...yeah.]

Among other things.

[herotypical]

And you've been a long while. Longer than me, and there aren't many of those left. [ ... ] Can you even remember the headaches?

[dissonates]

[She gets an uplifted brow at that.]

What, remember how they felt? It's like an old wound, the memory's faded over time. I just know that they hurt.

[herotypical]

I'm sorry.

[ she speaks suddenly and her sincerity surprises herself, but -- somehow -- she simply hates the idea of him being in pain. it knits her brow and makes her frown. ] I mean -- I'm just trying to say that...

I wish it didn't have to. Hurt. You.

[dissonates]

[....Huh.

He's quiet for a moment at that, glancing over at her, then impulsively sets a hand on her shoulder, hoping to reassure. He doesn't fret about it, so why should she? Even though it's very kind of her to worry.]

It doesn't anymore. Forget it, alright?

[herotypical]

[ funny how a single touch can be so damn reassuring. she smiles. ]

Forget what? [ she jokes -- simple and sweet and tractable in how she immediately behaves as though there was nothing to forget in the first place. ]

[dissonates]

[Pfft. Cute. He even cracks a smile.]

Nothing, obviously.

[herotypical]

[ smiling causes a funny little feedback loop. he smiles? she smiles. and she nearly has to bury that smile in her drink when she starts to wonder when her cheeks will crack. ]

I like this -- [ she eventually blurts. ] Whatever's come over you? I like it.

[dissonates]

[Huh... also unexpected. He lifts a brow at her, though he doesn't look particularly bothered by her comment, either.]

It's called honesty, if you're curious.

[herotypical]

Well? Honesty becomes you, Asch. You wear it like a designer jacket.

[dissonates]

[Pfft. So she likes honesty, huh...?]

Well. If there's anything else you wanted to know about me, I guess now would be a good time to ask.

[herotypical]

[ god. it's like open season on all the nagging questions she's ever ever had. but the mere fact that he's offered impresses her so deeply. how kind; how courteous; how chivalrous, indeed, that he should invite her curiousity so plainly. ]

...Do you have any family? [ family's important to her, after all. ] I mean -- can someone who's like you have family, y'know?

[ she hopes so. ]

[dissonates]

["Someone like you", she says... he looks momentarily affronted, eyes narrowing, but it fades before long, and he opts to shrug it off, recognizing it for what it is- he'd just admitted to being a strange kind of being, really, so it's logic. Still hurtful, but he can forgive her for it this time. Or at least, he feels compelled to, anyway.]

...I used to. I was born like anyone else, and I had parents. But nothing lasts forever.

[Casual, so casual. Because he's over it, really, he doesn't care, he just...


...ugh.]

[herotypical]

Siblings?

[ because she, too, had parents. in the past tense. and she doesn't care to dredge that up too much if he doesn't offer the information himseilf. ]

[dissonates]

No. Just a replica.

[...Wait, he hadn't meant to say that out loud.]

[herotypical]

...A replica?

[ ...wait, let her get this straight: ] Slap me if I'm misunderstanding this, but, aren't you already a replica of Larry the Deep-Voiced Headache?

[ so is asch's replica a replica of a replica? oh, now she's the one with the headache. ]

[dissonates]

[WOW BUFFY THAT IS SO OFFENSIVE

He's lucky he likes you- and even liking her isn't enough to curb the anger lacing his response.]

Don't call me a replica! It isn't the same at all!!

[herotypical]

Well?

[ she turns her head and taps her cheek. after all, she did say slap me if i'm misunderstanding. ]

You get only one freebie.