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Mavus blinks hard. "Did we just...were there pirates?"

Goldie is already naming her ship and what her flag will look like.

"I don't know." Baccus rubs his head. "There was screaming and then I sort of zoned out. The fuck happened?"

"I honestly don't know."

Goldie pulls her fur coat more on her shoulders. She points a golden nail to Mavus. "Second, get the crew ready to sail."

"What?"

"And you, make sure we have enough rum!" She points to Baccus who salutes.

"Wait, are we pirates now?" Ophelia stands. "I don't like water."

"No, we're not pirates now." Mavus shakes his head. After a moment, he looks to the camera. "right?'

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Mavus once more adjusts his suit. He turns and smiled and looks like the cover of a GQ magazine. "I heard mention of colors. I work a lot with blueprints, so as long as I could read them, I don't mind."

Baccus, pouring his flask into this 'coffee' cup. He lifts his glasses for a second to look over the commotion. "Either I am entirely way too sober for this, or the mushrooms were way stronger than I thought."

"As noble-heir sons, we have to be scholarly and martially trained." Mavus replies

Baccus looks into the camera and winks. "All sorts of trained." He looks like he should be a key-phrase for a porn site search bar.

"Baccus." Mavus snorts through his nose.

Goldie holds up a hand to stop him. "No, no, let him keep going."

They don't see that Ophelia has also looked over and been hit by the powerful state of being ' t h i r s t y.'

Mavus shakes his head. "All right..." again he pulls on his suit to adjust it. "If you could have one superpower --"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Goldie turns and hisses. "Don't be a basic bitch, Mavus. I can turn things into metal, flower child over there can grow anything, and you're asking for super powers. Oof." She throws a hand to Baccus. "Fuck it, give me the rum, now."

Mavus growls. "Fine. You win tickets to see any show in existence, what do you watch?"

Goldie points, "there is it. Now you're not just a pretty face."

Myung: Maybe...maybe hockey?

Tara: Of literally all the things you could’ve picked, I did not see that one coming. Why hockey?

Myung: I like it when they get mad and start punching each other.

Tara: Ah, now it makes sense. Sunni, next question!

Sunni: If you were an insect, would you rather be a mosquito or a gnat?

Tara: Ew, what?!

Sunni: *shrugs * I’ve lost control of this event.

Goldie blinks. "Honey, why in the fuck would I want to be a bug?"

Ophelia pulls her way from the fuck-boi photo shoot. "I would want to be a butterfly or a bee."

Goldie looks to her, love in her eyes. "Darling, could you stop being so damn precious."

Ophelia shrugs, but Baccus takes a sip. "They also eat decomposing things, so that kind of fits."

"Ew, what?" Goldie shakes her head.

Baccus nods and starts to roll another 'cigarette'. "I've been a bug before. I was a spider on the wall. Oh man, that was a good trip. I should make that again."

"Baccus," Mavus shakes his head. "Could you not talk about your illicit habits?"

Goldie, again, holds a hand up to Mavus, "No, no, let him keep going. I could be a drug Queenpin, too."

"Seriously."

Goldie shoots him a wide grin. All of her impeccable golden teeth, glisten. "Wanna bet, pretty boy?"

Ophelia looked to Baccus and pulls the 'cigarette' straight from his lips. She takes a long drag of it. "Okay, if you could live 24 hours as another person, who would it be?"

Goldie snorts, "a man, so I would never have to be drunk on wine when my own ego would suffice."

Ophelia coughs she laughs so hard. Mavus glares at him, but eventually, he and Baccus shake their heads and agree.

"I didn't come here to get attacked," Mavus puts a hand to his forehead.

Baccus points with the cigarette he's taken back. "I mean, sounds like they want to fight, so--"

Jae: Twenty-four hours as another person? *thinks for a moment and grins * I think it would be cool to be a pro baseball player for a day. Baseball is extremely popular in Korea, and I’ve always wanted to throw the ball.

Sang: *wrinkles his nose * You mean “pitch”?

Jae: Yeah~! :smile: Who would you be?

Sang: A hot dog vendor on the streets of New York City.

IDOLZ7 and Tara: ...?

Tara: But why though?

Sang: ‘Cause everyone wants a taste of this—!

Sunni: *smacks him upside the head * No! Bad!

Sang: Ow, fine! No need to be so boring and bland, Sun. If you could redo or relive a moment in your childhood, what would it be?

Goldie leans forward. "No, no, tell me more about these hot dog vendors!"

Ophelia finally sits. She leans into Baccus. "What's a baseball? Is that some Vista shit?"

Baccus leans back. "I ... don't know."

"It's a game," Mavus answers for them. Then he gestures, "they asked another question."

Goldie crosses her arms over her chest and taps her golden nails on her bicep. "Ooh, I don't think I want to relive any of that. I would though, however relive a different time." She turns her blue eyes off to the ceiling and grins fondly.

The group shudder.

"I'd have tea with my parents, again." Ophelia answers. "I miss that."

The group turns to Ophelia, all of them look broken. Eyes aglow and aura of ' protecc ' about them.

"Well, I'm not even going to try and top that." Baccus takes a hit. "Okay, why did the chicken get fucked when it tried to cross the ocean?"

Mavus blinks and mouths, "what?"

Sang: Because it was smoking hot obviously. *grins *

Myung: *rolls his eyes *

Jae: I wanna go next! When it comes to makeup: neutral or colorful?

Myung: Lame!

Fuchsia: Neutral, duh. No one needs to walk around looking like a neon clown. *Looks at Sang pointedly

Suri: Um, I don't know, colorful makeup can be nice.

Trenton: I'm indifferent, frankly.

Fuchsia: *Ignoring the others and thinking for a moment Anyway~ Would you rather lose all of your money or lose all of the pictures you've ever taken?

Adam: Whoa, how did you get to ask the question?

Suri: I'm just glad it wasn't weird or gross. :sweat_smile:

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?

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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?

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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.

Min-Soo: *gasps * I love rabbits~! I keep asking the hyungs if I can get one, but they won't let me.

Myung: I know you mean me. And the answer is still no: they sh*t everywhere.

Tara: So much for not swearing...

Myung: Look fam, I tried.

Myung: What's your favorite swear word?

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Leticia: Oh that's so easy f---

An African American girl wearing a sporty outfit comes in and cover Leticia's mouth.

Girl: Sorry, she needs me here to keep her acting right.

Leticia: Dakota?! What the heck.

Dakota: I was invited because the other people aren't here.
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Jake: *smirking * A$$hole :smirk:

Damien: Valiant effort, Myung. Just a simple ‘d@mn’ is my go-to. *shrugs *

Jake: If you had to pick one person to babysit a “problem child,” who would you choose?

Fuchsia: F*ck.

Trenton: Honestly. Can't you control yourself at all?

Fuchsia: What? I pinched my f*cking finger? Do you f*cking mind?

Trenton: :unamused:

Fuchsia: :grin:

Trenton: As you can clearly see, I already have enough problem children. I'd be remiss to take on another.

Adam: So I'm a problem now? I see. :smile:

Suri: :flushed:

Dakota: Nudges Leticia I babysit you all the time. But she kinda grown up now.

Leticia: I'm not a baby, Dakota.

Dakota: Well, you were in high school.

Leticia: Anyway, my question is where the f*ck you all come from?

Dakota: Slaps her forehead and shakes her head at Leticia's response. Leticia...

Myung: Pfft, you mean Sang? I don't think I could trust anyone to watch his crazy a*s. He'd drag them down to his level of sheer stupidity.

Tara: *Stands up from her chair and straightens her shirt. * Be nice, Myung! I'll be right back. *Wanders out of the room. *

Myung: Sunni stop killing the vibe here. Your lameness is driving everyone away!

Sunni: *Muttering * What did I do...? *Shakes his head * I'm from Korea, and so are the others except Tara. She's from the States. Uh...what's the wildest thing you've ever done?

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Fuchsia: *Blatantly looking Sunni up and down with a grin Do you really want to know?

Suri: Not really old enough to do anything 'wild.' *Blushing Not intentionally at least. I don't think ending up with a group of superheroes counts.

Adam & Trenton: Not superheros.

Fae: Oh, me~ My turn~ *Depite the group looking at her incredulously, the short woman continued Do you sing in the shower?

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Damien: Leticia, we came from something called “authors muse” which eventually turned into— *checks notes * a web novel? Or Texas. In the States. I’m not sure which answer you were looking for.

Jake: *grinning * So, this one time at [redacted], we were messing around with [redacted], until this one [redacted] came along and put an end to it. But before [redacted], it was pretty epic how [redacted] was [redacted] but we never got the nerve to try it again.

Damien: That... would have made more sense if we were allowed to hear all of it... *shakes his head * I don’t know if I’ve ever done anything too wild. I mean, my friends in high school kind of wiped out a kids birthday party paintball team, but I don’t know if that counts?

Jake: *laughing * Those poor kids.

Damien: No, let me tell you. *fuming * They were the worst.

Jake: Okay, okay. What’s a memory you think about daily?

Min-Soo: Oh, I love singing in the shower! Myung does too, but he's not as good.

Myung: I--what?

Min-Soo: And my favorite memory is when ****** got *******.

IDOLZ: :eyes:

Min-Soo: Was I not supposed to say that? Are cats better than dogs?

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Jake: That’s a dangerous question, Min-Soo. *covers his mouth * Cats are definitely better than dogs. But dogs are pretty awesome!

Damien: *giving Jake the side eye * I don’t know how I feel about you right now.

Jake: *shrugging * I’ll make it up to you later.

Damien: *smirking * I look forward to that.

Jake: *turning red * Not what I meant!

Damien: *still grinning * What’s everyone’s favorite *clears throat * distraction?

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Damien: City or suburbs, at least to live in.

Jake: Suburbs or country. It’s nice to live further out and get the peace and privacy, but it takes way longer to get anywhere. There’s always a trade off.

Damien: That’s true. If you were going to be stuck for a month — and you had enough food and water — would you prefer to be stuck in the dessert or on a ship?