Myung/Chung-Ae/Sang: Pictures.
Min-Soo: *pouts at Myung * Seriously...?
Sang: His first love is money...then it’s cars. I’m sure “besties” is in the top ten somewhere, but the dude’s got a point: bros go for doughs.
Tara: That doesn’t sound right.
Sang: Come on, Tar-Tar. We both know it’s true.
Tara: *sighs in exasperation * I would say money. But anyways, what’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?
Sang: Ooh~!
Goldie looks offended. She doesn't even have words.
Mavus adjusts his cuff-links. "I'm actually not sure what you mean by a picture. I suppose a portraiture. Which would be sad, the painters spent so much time on them."
"Money buys drugs, so, that seems easy." Baccus takes another hit. He's melted a bit in his chair.
Ophelia cocks her head and thinks. "A date? I don't think I've ever been on a date."
Again, all of them look at her with eyes aglow. Baccus tries to hide a smirk.
"Then what do you call all the hours alone in my room?"
Mavus turns to him. "What?"
Goldie looks over the Manchester brothers, both handsome. She stands up and high-fives Ophelia. "I've never been more proud of you."
Ophelia tilts her head. She is very confused. "Uhh...okay?"
Goldie sits back down and fluffs her fur coat. "Worst date? We tried to stage a coup."
Mavus turns to her. "what?!"
Goldie picks at her nails. "Well, obviously it failed. That's why it was a terrible date."
Mavus completely adjusts how he sits. "I repeat: what?"
She leans into him and pushes him mouth closed. "There, honey, now you don't look like an idiot."
Mavus reels. "Then, what do you considered a good date?!"
Min-Soo: A good date is when you can connect with someone in a really romantic setting. Like...kissing under the stars~!
Myung: Right... Tara, Sunni, Jae? Anything you three would like to add?
Tara: Wine always makes for a good date. It’s also good for breakups. Wine is just good.
Sunni: *glares at Jae *
Tara: Here’s a fun question: if you could go back in time to any period or era, what would you do there?
Baccus lifts his cup. "Aye, after my own heart there. There is never a pour time for wine."
Goldie face palms. Mavus shakes his head. Ophelia is the only one who found it cute.
Mavus rights himself. "An era? Well, we're from what would be...I suppose 1780 to you all. So, I guess the future. That would be fun."
Baccus, too, adjusts himself. "Are the drugs better?"
Goldie pulls of a cigarette, "yes, yes they are."
"Then the future it is."
Ophelia plays with her dress. "I don't really care when. I'd just like to be in a field. Surround by bees and flowers and sunshine."
Mavus puts a hand on her shoulder. Baccus turns his head to the ceiling. "Sweet Jesus, give me the strength not to confess right now."
"Say what?" Goldie leans to him. "Say what about confessing?"
He points to her. "Shut your mouth."
"Make me, I ain't afraid."
Mavus holds them back. "Okay, okay, okay, everyone chill out. They were very gracious to invite us here, behave."
"Fine," says an exasperated Goldie. She folds into her chair. "I would go to the future, too. This whole think about the Jazz era and prohibition sounds right up my alley."
Baccus sticks out his tongue but, then too looks into this era. "Ooh, this sounds..."
Mavus leans over. "What ---oh, oh no. No. No, Goldie, NO!"
She's already standing, fedora on her head tilted. Her shoes are spatz. "It's like I was born for this."
Ophelia's got a flapper dress on. She whips her hips to ear the beads."Ooh, this is fun."
Baccus looks over to her. the power of Christ compels him. He slicks his hair back and pours them some absinthe. a stupid grin on his face.
Mavus throws out his hands. "Wait, no. NO! Everyone put down the Jazz era. Drop it! DROP IT"
He looks to the audience. "Forgive me, we'll be right back." He starts to walk off, but remembers, "uhh, right, right, if you could meet anyone real or fictitious, who would you?" He gives a quick smile, then runs after Goldie.
Sang: Scarlett Johansson. I mean come on, have you seen her? Gorgeous woman. Dinner with her would be a-MAZING~.
Jae: *surprised * Oh? Just dinner?
Sang: I mean, we'll have to burn off the calories after somehow, but dinner's always a nice start to a great night, right~?
Tara: Wouldn't know.
Chung-Ae: Oof.
Tara: *awkwardly clears her throat * I-I think I'd like to meet Katniss from The Hunger Games. She's just so powerful and brave, you know? I loved those books when I was younger... *frowns slightly, tracing shapes on the table she was sitting at with her fingertip *
Sunni: *furrows his brows in concern as he watched her before changing the subject * What's more powerful--love...or hate?
Jake: *yawning * I think they have the potential to be equally powerful. Just... in different ways. I mean, it would be nice to think that ‘love always wins’ or something like that, but looking back at history, that hasn’t always been the case, unfortunately. I also think it depends on how you’re defining each word. People tend to define ‘love’ quite differently. Regardless, love and hate are both extremely passionate, so they can be intense motivators—
Damien: *squinting against the lights * Babe, you passed your philosophy class. Come cuddle for a bit.
Jake: *torn between amusement and annoyance * Fine. But before sleep, if you could only eat three things for the rest of your life, what would you choose?
Baccus runs a hand through his hair. The locks loosen and are back to their normal state. He takes a sip of his drink and toasts. "To answer both of those questions. Everclear. Nothing is stronger."
"You can't eat everclear." Mavus facepalms.
"Ya can if you pour it over a pudding and set it alight."
Goldie sheds her Jazz attire and pulls back on her fur coat. She sits again, pulls out a metal file, and starts to sharpen her golden nail. "Neither. Fear is stronger than both. --and as for food, whatever Baccus distills--
Baccus toasts to her, "-aayyy!"
"--a rare steak, and chef's fruit tarts."
Mavus sits up and adjusts his suit. He smiles his politician's grin. "Hope. Hope is the strongest---"
Baccus and Goldie both start to gag. "Ahhh."
He looks to them. "Are you done?"
"Are you?" Baccus leans over to him. "Can't we go one fucking day without you trying to fucking perfect?"
"Well, excuse me!"
Goldie looks over to the to, then to Ophelia. "All right, I'm bored now. I'm tagging out." She waves and walks off.
Kitt is pushed onto stage. Vix and Todd behind them. "The fuck?!"
Ophelia looks over to the children. "Oh hey!"
They wave to her and sit around her chair. Kitt pulls out a cigarette and uses his fire magic to light it. "Mam, ye good here?"
As Mavus and Baccus still squabble. "Yes, they're asking us questions."
"Ohhh, fun!" Vix jumps. "Okay, okay, if you could pull any con to rob a bank, how would you?"
Min-Soo: Manduguk! I love dumpling soup! And blueberry muffins! Oh, a-and cake!
Myung: *Furrows his brows in thought. I'd probably bribe the employees to give me a tour of the vault, knock 'em out, and steal a bunch of gold bars.
Tara: Do banks even have those???
Myung: Shh, don't overthink it. So, you're in a plane that's careening towards the Earth and you've only got one parachute for your entire group of friends and yourself. What do you do?
All of them blink.
"The feck's a plane?" Kitt looks to Ophelia and the others.
Ophelia shrugs her shoulders.
Mavus runs a hand to smooth his hair. "It's a device that flies in the air. Like a ship."
They stare at him, then to the others.
"That's cool."
Baccus lifts his drink, "I would do this--" starts to drink it all.
"For fuck's-- Baccus."
Baccus:
He wipes his mouth. "So, when we crash our bodies are relaxed and less likely to break."
They group blinks. "Break?" asks the Kitt, Vix, Tod.
"Yeah, we'd be falling to our death--"
"Baccus!" Ophelia snaps and shelters the kits.
"What---it's true."
Mavus shakes his head. "Okay, maybe a different question. Something nicer? --How do you take your tea, or coffee?"
Tara: I like sweet black tea with a hint of peach. *Shrugs * My father was from the south, so before he left, he introduced me to that.
Jae: Dalgona coffee is a real treat if you've never had it before. It's like whipped coffee with milk underneath. It's definitely worth trying, and if you can make it yourself, it's even better~!
Sang: Gross, I hate both of those options. *Sighs and stands up, stretching his arms high above his head with a yawn. I'm gonna step out for a bit, but...uh...screw it, favorite color and why? Ciao for now! *wanders out of the room *
Jake: *suddenly very alert * ALWAYS coffee. As long as it’s decent, I’ll drink it any way. My favorite is a latte, though.
Damien: distracted from looking something up on his phone * What? Oh, Jake got me into coffee. I don’t usually drink it black, though. When my grandmother makes tea, I add some sugar to that, too.
Jake: As for colors... blue?
Damien: *smiles indulgently * Really? Just blue? Do you know how many shades of blue there are? My favorite is sage green. It’s kind of calming and makes me think of home. But in a good way.
Jake: Oh, umm, blue is easy to find? And goes with everything? Are you an early bird or a night owl?
Damien: Wait... why are they all birds?
Jake: *laughing * Fine. Morning or night person?
Min-Soo: I think mornings are very peaceful. And they come with blueberry muffins.
Myung: ??? *quirks an eyebrow at Min-Soo but doesn’t question it * I prefer staying up late and sleeping in. Racing underground is always a late-night activity anyways—
Chung-Ae: And the best bars open after dark. *smirks * Would you rather be stuck working at a nightclub for a week or singing karaoke at a packed bar for a few hours?
Jake: Absolutely the nightclub option.
Damien: Aww, babe, you’re such a good singer, though.
Jake: Yeah, no. Not gonna happen. *shudders *
Damien: I think I’d rather deal with a couple hours at karaoke. I can sing well enough I don’t think I’d get boo’d off the stage, at least. And then it would be over. *shrugs *
Jake: *still looking silently horrified *
Damien: Okay, then! If you had to be stuck in the woods with anyone’s family, whose would it be?
IDOLZ: *blink and stare in awkward silence *
Tara: Well...I’ve heard good things about Sang’s family. They seem pretty nice but maybe a bit—
Myung: Snobby. They’re snobs. We wouldn’t last five minutes in the woods with those wimps. Come on, if we’re going to pick a family to stick with, can’t we pick Se—
Sunni: Ah, no spoilers! *quickly covers Myung’s mouth * Favorite flavor of ice cream?!
Leticia: *Looks around to see Chantel and Darren left Don't know where the other two went but I'll answer just for me. I really like Strawberry Ice cream!
Damien: *mumbling * I wanna know the spoilers...
Jake: *covering a laugh * Double chocolate! Or triple chocolate! Those are the best.
Damien: I like Peaches and Cream. Or Pralines and Cream. I like most ice cream, to be honest.
Jake: *daydreaming * Chocolate with truffles. Or fudge ribbons. And chocolate chips...
Damien: While he’s distracted, what’s your favorite sport to watch or play?
Tara: I think figure skating is nice to watch. The skaters always look so elegant on the ice--I wish I was that graceful sometimes.
Sunni: *Smiles at her behind a glass of water. You're more graceful than you give yourself credit for.
Jae:
Sunni: *Clears his throat awkwardly upon noticing Tara's blush. So, would you rather take photos or live in the moment?
Damien: I love taking photos but I don’t feel like it stops me from living in the moment. It’s nice to be able to remember stuff later on, though.
Jake: Hmm, some of both? Not everything needs commemorated with a picture. But every now and then, I think they’re important. Sometimes I wish I had a few more pictures of... *clears his throat * some people...
Damien: *leaning in to give Jake a hug * Pictures can be priceless. But they’re not necessary every 20 seconds.
Jake: *staring at the ground * Yeah. What he said.
Damien: Rabbits or llamas?
Jake: WHAT? What kind of a question is that?
Damien: The serious kind! *whispering * I’m trying to distract the love triangle over there.
