the sky was made of amethyst ( & open )

[willrevile]

Who: James Tiberius Fullname (willrevile) & other excellent individuals
What: a catch-all for june! also some in-betweeny thesa stuff in response to info in the plotting post!
When: june, some backdated may stuff too. time is a flat circle.
Where: various locations / thesa station
Warning(s): tba. i've put a dancing cupcake beneath the cut.

Comments

[willrevile]

Oh, way more difficult, nigh impossible, [ he concedes cheerfully. ] When you're all students crammed into the same campus with people from all walks of life and a hundred different planets, though, sometimes you get bored of the usual extra-curriculars.

[ And start terrorizing each other. The best part of intricate prank rivalries, in Jim's opinion, was teaching offworlders the wonders of it, and learning their own nefariously evil hazing strategies in return. FEDERATION TOGETHERNESS. ]

A couple weeks earlier, somebody in security had talked one of the engineering students into messing with our building's laundry unit, so everything came out with spots and causing leaves to grow out of our hair and whatnot. [ Like one does. ] We decide we're gonna stick a bunch of Deltan meditation herbs in their air circulation - weird herbs that smell sort of fine, but you can't ever figure out what they smell like, and the more you pay attention to it the more distracting they become, and it keeps changing, and it'll drive you nuts. Subtle revenge, right? Very mature, no leaves growing out of anybody.

[ Jim has to grab water. OHMYgawd this sandwich, what's in it. Ehhem. ]

[thunderblight]

Hm.

[ Any vestiges of "THAT IS SO IMMATURE AND I AM DISAPPOINTED IN YOU" is gone by the time Jim is forced to concede to the spicy sandwich. For her part, Urbosa's quite happily munching away, having been acclimatized to peppers and voltfruit native to the Gerudo region.

So while he scrambles to douse the fire no doubt blazing in his mouth, she chuckles to herself, acquiescing that the prank may have possibly been pretty funny. ]

Clever. I like it. [ +10 approval. You mad genius. ] How long did it take for them to concede defeat? Or... did they retaliate?

[willrevile]

They never figured it out, because-- [ Jim pulls a face. IT'S BURNING. It's tasty, but it's burning. Give him a second. Woof. Okay. ] Because the wiry kid we'd tapped to implant the herbs chickened out halfway up the air access tube and came back. Our normal pint-sized ringer was laid up in medical and she was furious the next day, but long story short, I ended up having to do it, and I barely fit in there.

[ A pause. ] Wow, are my eyes actually watering.

[ They are, yes. ]

[thunderblight]

[ SUCK IT UP JIM, THE SPICY PAIN WILL BUILD CHARACTER!!!!
Urbosa's eyebrows have slowly rose higher and higher the more he explains the elaborate scheme, and by the time he's done, she's halfway between incredulous and impressed. Good goddesses, remind her not to annoy him any day of the week. The lengths he'll go to is frankly a little frightening.

Still funny as hell, obviously, but frightening. ]

Well, I can certainly see why you'd be placed in a command position. That's some impressive planning... [ ............Jim r u okei... ]

Should I find you some water?

[willrevile]

Well, I did get - stuck - [ HE HAS PLENTY OF CHARACTER ALREADY he's dying. He's dying!! No he's not, but he's leaking, and he feels extremely silly. Not only is Urbosa cool as a cucumber, Jim's the one who bought the dang food. ]

Sure, [ he squeaks. ]

[thunderblight]

[ PAIN WILL GET U THE GAINZ BRUH
If it makes him feel better, Urbosa's quite used to the occasional voe underestimating how spicy the local cuisine is, so she doesn't really give it much thought.

In fact, she'll ever-so-carefully unfold herself from her comfy seat and give Jim a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as she passes by. One of those "you're doing the best you can, you lil' trooper you" pats.

Fortunately with the cafeteria so close, it's a short jaunt there and back - a glass of water gets plunked down on the table by his elbow, along with a slice of white bread (or one would assume, but it's fancy space food so WHO EVEN KNOWS) for good measure. ]

Bread first, then water. Take it slow.

[willrevile]

[ Wheeze. Urbosa will never go to prom with him now.

In the mean time, Jim attempts to scrape any remaining DEATH PEPPERS off his taste buds with his teeth, to no real success. He picks apart some untainted potato-like thing and munches on that, which helps a tiny bit. ]

Thanks, [ he croaks when she returns, attempting dignity. Wow white bread, how painfully symbolic for this pale Iowan. Anywhoo. He works on that. Rasping - ] Alcohol kills capsaicin, but I have no idea what this really is, and drinking sounds like a bad idea.

[thunderblight]

[ To be fair, it'd be awfully difficult to take prom photos without making him look super tiny or making her look hella giant.
Time to invest in a stepstool I guess???

Urbosa is trying Very Hard not to laugh at poor Jim's reaction to the spice - aside from the slightest upward curve at the corner of her mouth, she's doing a pretty good job! Whether or not that luck will hold, however, remains to be seen.

She's totally going to make him eat more spicy stuff to build up a resistance. Just you wait. ]

Milk would do the job just as well, but as you say, nothing here is really what we're used to. You'll just have to wait it out.

[willrevile]

[ Why would Jim ever want to diminish the impact of her tbh, not all men are intimidated by tall women. She's hot just the way she is.

Also hot is THIS FLIPPIN SANDWICH but at least he's starting to come down off the spice death ledge. ]

You know it's funny, [ he half-wheezes ] I've got like a million dumb allergies, but I hadn't run into anything here. And this isn't one because I'm not breaking out into hives, I just have no fortitude against whatever it's made with.

[ He looks hilarious. A sweaty space tomato. ]

You're fine with it? [ HOW. ]