ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ▸ if i wanna stay alive.

[lackluster]

WHO: Tartaglia & others.
WHERE: Around Stygia.
WHEN: November.
WHAT: Catchall for the month, mostly scenarios unrelated to the event. Plus some exploration and twerking.
WARNINGS: None as of now!

( ooc. just a closed log with the starters i owe for peeps! if you'd like a custom scenario with tartaglia, feel free to send me a pm or reply to my plotting comment so we can work something out.

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is this love

[paraselenes]

[ For some reason, Childe doesn't turn the page? Instead they're just left looking at this horrible dog, which hops up eagerly at its owner on the page. Dimitri just mimics this by putting a paw (hand) on Childe's arm before closing his eyes, despairing. May the earth open up beneath his feet and swallow him whole. ]

...I... don't know. I do not know what is happening.

[ HELP ]

it's pure love

[lackluster]

[ When Dimitri puts his paw (hand) on Tartaglia, he can't help but shake it like one would when rewarding a Very Good Boy. The dog is still wagging its butt and now it's the Harbinger's turn to do so, causing him to drop the book while he mimics the action. ]

It's— [ he doesn't even have a tail, how can he keep wagging— ] No one finds out what happened here.

[ THAT'S A THREAT BTW. ]

[paraselenes]

[ Thankfully, they're only forced to act out the pages, not mimic their emotions. So Dimitri does not feel like a Very Good Boy, but rather, like he wishes to die. Now Childe is wagging his butt too. ]

Why would I want to admit this happened!?

[ WHO WOULD HE TELL!!! this goes to the grave.

Dimitri stops shaking paws (hands) long enough to force the book to the next page. Surely nothing can be worse than what they're experiencing right now.

(The next page is a pair dancing, but properly this time.) ]

[lackluster]

[ Guess who's taking the lead this time— it's Tartaglia, whose hands reach for Dimitri to pull him close, one around the waist, the other holding one of Dimitri's hands. This will cause the book to drop to the floor but it remains on the same page as the dancing pair.

For now. ]

So it's making us do things that are in the book?

[ Leave it to him to try and figure out what's happening while he's literally about to dip the other man. ]

[paraselenes]

[ For now.

Dimitri has requisite experience in ballroom dancing, but despite having only been taught how to lead, he's somehow a newly made expert at following. He's dipped. It's very romantic, even if Dimitri sighs at the bottom of it, bangs flopping back. ]

It seems that way.

[ This is somehow less embarrassing than the twerking, at least. He straightens with a request. ]

Can you guide us over there? Maybe we can— [ he pauses as they spin ] —get to a less... mobile page.

[lackluster]

[ This is ridiculous. With every swift move of their bodies, they seem to have fallen into a pretty rhythm, but it does nothing to improve Tartaglia's mounting annoyance. It's not like him to not be in control of his own limbs. He's trying though. ]

I'm on it.

[ He brings them closer to the book, twirling Dimitri along the way. ]

Maybe if you can get your foot to flip the page...