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Who: Oz & Friends: The Musical
When: Post-event
Where: Out and about in the city
What: Various nerd bonding moments
Warning: None!
elsa;
[After all the chaos of Fortune-Telling Week From Hell settles down, it's time to make good on that promise for tea! Elsa seems like a neat person to know, after all, and even if their topic at the time had been a little heavy, that's just all the more reason to get to know her a little better. That sort of burden is hard to carry alone.
So after giving the directions and setting a time, Oz can be found sitting outside of the cafe in question. He's got something folded on his lap and seems to be alternating between people-watching and checking his phone, buzzing with the quiet excitement of meeting someone new.]
mabel;
[GUESS WHERE MABEL AND OZ ARE. That's right, on the best friend date ever. Ever. It's only just started and Oz is already having a great time, pressing his face against the CyBuddy displays and being stupidly excited in general over all these weirdass animals. Ciel has his big fat owl, so maybe said owl needs a companion...!
He stops in front of one display in particular though, where a very small dog with very large ears sits at attention, ready and waiting for the next customer to come test its functions. Instead of doing that, Oz just points with GREAT VIGOR and calls over to wherever Mabel happens to be moseying about, clearly excited.]
Mabel! Come look at this one! Look at its ears—!!
[This dog must be stopped.]
taka;
[It's nerd time in the library, time for all library nerds to go perusing at their collective leisure...! SO OF COURSE OZ IS HERE, looking around the shelves for anything that's been added since the last time he'd visited. Nothing really catches his eye yet; even with all of the books here, he's already read his way through most of the fiction section that had struck immediate interest and has yet to find anything actually useful in the non-fiction section, outside of how-to manuals for technological devices. He's almost at the end of the row by the time he spots it-
The familiar spines all lined up in a neat row. Finally. FINALLY.]
They have it—!!
[Oops, were you trying to read in a peaceful corner or actually get some work done?? IT IS PEACEFUL NO MORE, since Oz doesn't know how to use volume control when he's excited.]
yoon;
[Now that Oz has taken up trying to cook some things on his own, it also means that he has to learn to shop for groceries on his own... And normally, he isn't too bad at that! He actually has a fairly good idea of what makes a balanced meal and knows what he likes, so it doesn't take long to finish up and he doesn't spend time lingering in the aisles.
Today is unfortunately not one of those days. Living in the House of Eternal Sweet-tooth means that candy is never in short supply, but with all of the crazy goings-on lately, it's been a little hard to remember to restock the candy jar. Today, the grocery store happens to be having a buy 1 get 1 free sale, too, which means that all of the soup stocks and vegetables and fruits in Oz's cart are buried under a literal mountain of candy.
A mountain that goes sLIDING RIGHT OVER IN AN AVALANCHE when Oz takes a turn too quickly, burying the feet of anyone who happens to be nearby. SO, YOU, YOON. You are the chosen one.]
Oh— sorry about that! I guess I put a little too much in here. [An Understatement™. Oz will immediately move to start picking various bags of M&Ms and jolly ranchers up, though, because he's not a rudeass who makes other people clean up for him.]
ciel;
[IT'S 10AM, DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR OZES ARE?
In the kitchen, tiredly stirring around his oatmeal in an absent-minded way. Horror of horrors, there aren't even any sprinkles in it today.
Even though he tried his best to get some sleep the night before, he couldn't manage it. He's been wound with anxious energy for hours now, and it's exhausting, but there's no reprieve in sight just yet and even if there was, he probably wouldn't take it. He's got a lot of things to think about, some clothing to throw away, and apologies to make - later, after the general insanity dies down. But that leaves him in a limbo of sorts for the time being, and it's why he's staring somewhat absently out the window whenever Ciel moseys out of his sleep coma for the day.
His attention still snaps over regardless, and Ciel gets the same cheery:]
Morning!
sheba;
["I'll be meeting you for tea once all of this is straightened out." WELL THINGS ARE STRAIGHTENED OUT NOW!! And Oz, who needs to check up on everyone that he's watching out for anyway, will take any reason to make the standard "so did you survive" conversation pass a little more smoothly. Good lord, he's going to become one of the cafe's most valued customers in less than a week at this rate...
But that's why he's standing out in the apartment hall at around noon a few days after things settle back down again, knocking on Sheba's door.]
Sheba? It's Oz! Are you here?
[Maybe he should have tried calling first?! What a moron.]
When: Post-event
Where: Out and about in the city
What: Various nerd bonding moments
Warning: None!
elsa;
[After all the chaos of Fortune-Telling Week From Hell settles down, it's time to make good on that promise for tea! Elsa seems like a neat person to know, after all, and even if their topic at the time had been a little heavy, that's just all the more reason to get to know her a little better. That sort of burden is hard to carry alone.
So after giving the directions and setting a time, Oz can be found sitting outside of the cafe in question. He's got something folded on his lap and seems to be alternating between people-watching and checking his phone, buzzing with the quiet excitement of meeting someone new.]
mabel;
[GUESS WHERE MABEL AND OZ ARE. That's right, on the best friend date ever. Ever. It's only just started and Oz is already having a great time, pressing his face against the CyBuddy displays and being stupidly excited in general over all these weirdass animals. Ciel has his big fat owl, so maybe said owl needs a companion...!
He stops in front of one display in particular though, where a very small dog with very large ears sits at attention, ready and waiting for the next customer to come test its functions. Instead of doing that, Oz just points with GREAT VIGOR and calls over to wherever Mabel happens to be moseying about, clearly excited.]
Mabel! Come look at this one! Look at its ears—!!
[This dog must be stopped.]
taka;
[It's nerd time in the library, time for all library nerds to go perusing at their collective leisure...! SO OF COURSE OZ IS HERE, looking around the shelves for anything that's been added since the last time he'd visited. Nothing really catches his eye yet; even with all of the books here, he's already read his way through most of the fiction section that had struck immediate interest and has yet to find anything actually useful in the non-fiction section, outside of how-to manuals for technological devices. He's almost at the end of the row by the time he spots it-
The familiar spines all lined up in a neat row. Finally. FINALLY.]
They have it—!!
[Oops, were you trying to read in a peaceful corner or actually get some work done?? IT IS PEACEFUL NO MORE, since Oz doesn't know how to use volume control when he's excited.]
yoon;
[Now that Oz has taken up trying to cook some things on his own, it also means that he has to learn to shop for groceries on his own... And normally, he isn't too bad at that! He actually has a fairly good idea of what makes a balanced meal and knows what he likes, so it doesn't take long to finish up and he doesn't spend time lingering in the aisles.
Today is unfortunately not one of those days. Living in the House of Eternal Sweet-tooth means that candy is never in short supply, but with all of the crazy goings-on lately, it's been a little hard to remember to restock the candy jar. Today, the grocery store happens to be having a buy 1 get 1 free sale, too, which means that all of the soup stocks and vegetables and fruits in Oz's cart are buried under a literal mountain of candy.
A mountain that goes sLIDING RIGHT OVER IN AN AVALANCHE when Oz takes a turn too quickly, burying the feet of anyone who happens to be nearby. SO, YOU, YOON. You are the chosen one.]
Oh— sorry about that! I guess I put a little too much in here. [An Understatement™. Oz will immediately move to start picking various bags of M&Ms and jolly ranchers up, though, because he's not a rudeass who makes other people clean up for him.]
ciel;
[IT'S 10AM, DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR OZES ARE?
In the kitchen, tiredly stirring around his oatmeal in an absent-minded way. Horror of horrors, there aren't even any sprinkles in it today.
Even though he tried his best to get some sleep the night before, he couldn't manage it. He's been wound with anxious energy for hours now, and it's exhausting, but there's no reprieve in sight just yet and even if there was, he probably wouldn't take it. He's got a lot of things to think about, some clothing to throw away, and apologies to make - later, after the general insanity dies down. But that leaves him in a limbo of sorts for the time being, and it's why he's staring somewhat absently out the window whenever Ciel moseys out of his sleep coma for the day.
His attention still snaps over regardless, and Ciel gets the same cheery:]
Morning!
sheba;
["I'll be meeting you for tea once all of this is straightened out." WELL THINGS ARE STRAIGHTENED OUT NOW!! And Oz, who needs to check up on everyone that he's watching out for anyway, will take any reason to make the standard "so did you survive" conversation pass a little more smoothly. Good lord, he's going to become one of the cafe's most valued customers in less than a week at this rate...
But that's why he's standing out in the apartment hall at around noon a few days after things settle back down again, knocking on Sheba's door.]
Sheba? It's Oz! Are you here?
[Maybe he should have tried calling first?! What a moron.]
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Good! It should be after all of that!
[Like he's just been through some great trauma...]
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I'm trying to make you feel better, you complete idiot! Don't throw that in my face or I'll change my mind!
[ aggressive tsuning... ]
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If that's the case, you should have said so from the start!
[Like he didn't already know.]
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No! Then you'd smile like that! Let's just go already!
[ It's 10AM and Oz hasn't eaten his oatmeal yet but Ciel does not care... ]
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But Oz actually looks vaguely surprised by that, glancing between Ciel and his bowl (which will remain untouched, so that's a non-issue) and the clock on the kitchen wall.]
Wait, right now? This early?
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[ Almost. By like, an hour, at the earliest...?? Listen don't bring logic into this fattydingdongs conversation. ]
Are you complaining about eating cake? [ you'll get kicked out of the fattydingdongs club... ]
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Who would complain about eating cake? [He says this like he legitimately doesn't understand if such a person could possibly exist...]
I'm just surprised you want to leave this early when we don't have school, that's all! [BUT PUSHING HIS CHAIR BACK. He grabs his bowl of oatmeal and steps off into the kitchen to put it in the fridge, because he doesn't want to waste food.]
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...Well, I'm awake regardless. Why not?
[ He totally grumbles that out, though, since Oz does have a point. ]
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Fine, fine! Just let me get a jacket.
[He can't use his usual one because it'S TORN AND HAS BLOOD ON IT.]
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[ Ciel just sighs, though, and he heads to his room to get dressed quickly himself, since he was definitely still wearing his stupid nightgown during all of this like a dang moron. At least he can dress himself by now without looking like a tiny hobo, so that's definitely progress!
With the outfit on the right, though, he definitely still looks like a tiny pirate. He steps out of his room, adjusting his hat on his head, and Oz has probably been ready for like ten minutes already... ]
Very well, then. Let's be on our way.
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BUT CIEL MAKES IT REALLY EASY FOR HIM to dodge any potential questions by making it so those potential questions never come up in the first place...
Because he is definitely like 10 minutes past finished by the time Ciel's done dressing himself like a pirate, lounging on the couch with his torso draped over the armrest like a moron. As soon as Ciel comes ambling back out, he's perking up and standing, immediately heading for the door.]
Ah, I'm excited to try that new flavor! Even if some people already know what it's like...!
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[ revenge of the nerds...?! Or at least of Ciel, which is all he cares about. He "hmphs" indignantly, then starts towards their front door, nodding for Oz to follow along. ]
Is that a new coat? [ If it's fashion, Ciel will at least notice... ]
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How could you even joke about something like that?!
[THE SECOND BETRAYAL OF THE DAY. Angrily following after him...]
And then casually asking questions like it's nothing—!! If I hate it, I'll never forgive you! [TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR NERD REVENGE.]
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[ Well, the coat sure is forgotten quickly in favor of arguing, so good job, Oz. Ciel closes the door after them, but then just points at Oz to accentuate his buttmad anger. ]
If you hate it, that's definitely not my fault!
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Anyway he just dodges around Ciel's buttmad pointing and heads to the elevator, calling over his shoulder as he goes.]
You're the one who said you hope I hate it! So if I do, it's entirely your fault!
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[ huff puff onto the elevator they go... ]
It's not mine, in any case.
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[GRUMBLING. He faces away from Ciel the entire ride to the lobby like an actual five year old and then steps out first!!]
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[ This is worrying because 1) Ciel totally admits that he does have one 2) the idea of what that would entail is frightening... Ask the Weston cricket teams about Ciel's curses, basically. ]
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What's that supposed to mean?
i thought i replied to this wtf
Use your imagination. You'll probably be close enough.
banishes u to the arctic tbh
That isn't the kind of thing that makes me feel reassured, you know.
i'm already here it's fuckin cold out
[ ciel the questionable hellion appears ]
I took care of people that crossed me at Weston, so you're only exempt because we're— [ There's an abrupt stop, and he can't say it, so, ] —roommates.
rip in pieces..........
Weston is where you had the cricket match where you couldn't play straight, right?
[CHEATER CHEATER PUMPKIN EATER.]
we're getting two inches of snow on monday, there is no longer bread in the state
[ Just... did everything that wasn't in the rulebook because they never thought anyone would be so insane as to put laxatives in the opposing teams' meat pies. ]
But yes, it is. I was only there for a month or so, though. I hate public schooling.
i'll remember you as you were before dying in the winter freeze
But, more importantly:]
Do you like it here any better?
it's 20f out, i am already dead
omg i for some reason thought you meant 20f like 20 ft of snow...
oh no it's going to be like an inch of snow HAHAHA
LMFAO well an inch is basically 20 ft there...
fact
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