Give A Bitch A Break [October Open]

[crushed_pearls]

Who: Erin Peters and YOU
What: AAAAAAAAA
When: Mid October Forward
Where: Library, Bobby's, possibly elsewhere
Warnings: Tiamat fallout, suicide discussion, depression & stress


There Is No Silver Bullet [Closed To Valdis | Library]

Finding Erin won't be hard, once Valdis is herself again; she's the only soul on the ship currently meditating into a killing trance, a state of no-mind she's hoping will be effective against Tiamat. She's...

Having obstacles. Intrusive thoughts, feelings, anxieties, these impede her meditation, but she's getting there. This has gone on long enough.

Maybe tell her the good news?

Grade A Hypocrisy [Library | After the Previous]

Erin keeps coming to the library to read, on the theory that she's definitely not isolating, look, it's a public space. What actually keeps happening is she gets three chapters in and passes out, drooling on the comfy chair. Coffee? No help. Tea? No help. Turning into a toy robot? The toy robot snores and turns back into Erin after an hour, leaving her sprawled on the table.

The Smoking Prompt [Bobby B's]

I'm writing this on a phone, Erin smokes multiple times a day, find her here. She's still drinking pretty heavily too.

Wildcard

It warm in Hell.

Comments

[crushed_pearls]

"You're too pure for this world," Erin says fondly.

(Wait a minute)

"...Did you bring these muffins, my guy?"

[kingoftheanthill]

"Yep," says Victor proudly. "I was like, ninety percent sure you weren't dead, and I was right! There's--"

He takes on an educational air.

"Vanilla with cherries, vanilla with chocolate chips, chocolate with chocolate chips, blueberry (obviously), apple cinnamon, pumpkin spice with maple frosting, aaand caramel with chocolate chips!"

[crushed_pearls]

"...Goddamn dude. Thank you." ANOTHER LAFFY TAFFY. "Sorry for taking up the table, I'm kinda...deep in the goddamn insomnia..."

(We're blushing.)

NO SHIT ARE WE?

[kingoftheanthill]

The second taffy lands. THE ANTS GO WILD.

"It's okay!" say the parts of him that don't have their mouths full. "But you should be careful about sleeping outside your nest unless you've got a guard or a phylactory or something! A lot of people don't know this!"

[crushed_pearls]

"...This is where I would blink if I had eyes, why the hell would being Jewish protect me while sleeping in public?"

GUESS WHO'S NEVER PLAYED D&D BUDDY -

[kingoftheanthill]

"I have a lot of eyes and they are all blinking!"

Not to brag or anything.

"Because I don't understand the question!"

[crushed_pearls]

"...Okay so what do you mean by phylactery then??"

[kingoftheanthill]

"Oh!"

Several branches of him spiral around excitedly. The passing down of critical information from teacher to student is a sacred ritual that he's honoured to be a part of.

"It's like a big inscribed envelope with a beating heart inside it, only the heart is flattened out because that makes postage cheaper, and we had one at the bunker that you always knew what box it was in because it kept leaking through the cardboard, and I think someone tried putting it in a plastic box but it smelled super bad so they just kept changing out the cardboard box, and anyway apparently the guy who mailed it in couldn't die as long as nobody damaged the heart so he figured the bunker would be safest! I never met him though."

This is what happens when you put ants in a bunker full of very specific supernatural items instead of in a religious education class.

[crushed_pearls]

"...Pretty sure that was Koschei the Deathless, Russia's shittiest grandpa." Erin laughs and shakes her head. "Sometimes I forget you were April's co-worker, you're so cheerful."

[kingoftheanthill]

"Yeah, that was probably it!" says Victor, who has no idea and doesn't get the joke but wants to sound smart and informed.

"Flan's co-worker too!" Just in case Erin needed an idea of where the energy might have come from. "I'm really hoping more people will come and hang out as well!" Called to the ceiling as if the Erda is up there listening like Monty Python's God: "The library could use an Elliott!"

[crushed_pearls]

"Psst, be more specific, describe Elliot."

[kingoftheanthill]

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," says Victor, searching for the perfect words to encapsulate Eliott.

"They like quiet in the library, and word salad, and me! They dislike termites and that one guy who keeps returning the books late or with monster bites or with pages burnt out. Sometimes they let me run up and down inside their legs on the elastic!"

[crushed_pearls]

"Sounds like a hell of a friend, this Ieliod," Erin muses. "But can they match me offering...table time?"

[kingoftheanthill]

A soft gasp of awe.

"Are you... are you offering table time?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Rise up, king. Claim the table as your own."

Erin sweetens the pot, literally, via the power of not Laffy Taffy, but gummy Jolly Ranchers.