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[survivorsguilt]

Who: Ellie + Magnus, Lup, Taako, Merle, Angus + Rey, Nick + Duck
What: Sleepovers!
Where: Several homes
When: Varied dates throughout September
Warnings: n/a, may be updated

Prompts in the comments!

Comments

duck - 9th & 10th

[survivorsguilt]

[First up on the list is the kiddo.

Ellie has been over here before, and she feels like Duck is less likely to question her. The least likely of her options to press her to stay. And yeah, okay, that sounds shitty and she feels shitty for thinking it- but it's true. She can't think about settling back in to stay with someone just yet. The loss of all three people she'd agreed to make a home with is too fresh. It's just that being lonely is, in the end, not any better.

She pushes the door open without even thinking about it, steps inside, and dumps her backpack on the floor.]

Yooooooo! Lucky Duck! You home?

[quacked]

Yeah?! Is that you, smelly Ellie? [ His shout comes through from the living area.

Duck is lounging upside down on his cow shaped sofa in there, reading a comic book with a pan half full of soup next to his dangling head. He notes Ellie's backpack and lifts his head to see her better, his eyes lighting up. ]

Are you stopping over?

[survivorsguilt]

Ohhhh, so that's how it is, huh?

[She shouts back, wandering over until she spots him, and can't do a damn thing to hinder the fond grin that makes it's way onto her face.]

Sure am. How's a sleepover sound? Couple nights, I'm thinking.

[quacked]

Really? [ Duck turns over, scrambling off the sofa in some excitement and almost falling off in the process. ]

It sounds awesome! Did you bring your comic books? Oh man, yes, I can bring out the ice cream I've been saving.

[survivorsguilt]

Yeah, really.

[Ellie grins and pokes out her tongue at him teasingly. In truth though, it warms her heart that he's so excited. That someone is so damn happy to see her.]

Dude, you know I did. Found any new ones? [Her eyes light up.] Holy shit!! You've been holding out on me? What flavor is it?!

nick + rey - 11th

[survivorsguilt]

[She wasn't joking about taking Rey up on her offer, and she hopes Rey wasn't either.

Ellie shows up in the evening, spare pillow under one arm and ever-present backpack slung over her shoulders. Rather than comfortably barging in like with Duck, she knocks at their door, not as loud or demanding as one might expect of Ellie. She's nervous.]

[circumitus]

[Rey sure wasn't joking, but it is surprising to see that Ellie's followed up on that conversation. Before she makes for the door, the sickly cat has been placed in another room for some reason. She can hear its low "wehhh"-ing from the other side of the door.

[No matter, she'll deal with it later. She opens the door to find Ellie on the other side. Her brows raise slightly.]

Oh. Hey. [Judging by her gear, she's looking to crash, isn't she?] Um. Come in?

[Derp.]

[synthedick]

[Nick steps out of the spare room, closing the door behind him, muting the rumbling mow on the other side.]

I put the cat up for now.

[Rey might not be ready for company, but ever since she told Nick a while back that hey, Ellie might be coming over one evening, he's kept an eye out when he comes home from his patrol for their guest. Thankfully, he spotted Ellie headed up the walkway through the window and got to Tripod first, deciding it's probably better that their slightly radioactive pet steer clear of the girl while she's over. Last thing he wants is for her to stay the night and end up with radiation poisoning because the cat bee-lined for her lap the second he got the chance.

Tripod really is a friendly thing. Too friendly sometimes, given the teeth and the glowing drool, but that's a part of his charm.]

[survivorsguilt]

[She raises her hand for a fist bump from Rey, because (she's still nervous as hell despite being invited in) like, that's what the cool kids do?]

Hey! Thanks.

[Ellie's clearly on the lookout for said cat, eyes peeled and drifting over the floor the moment the door opens. She looks a little disappointed when she can't spot it, but her eyes light up again at Nick's casual mention. She bounces over to him, grin wide.]

The little dude is here, then? Or little not-dude? Where, where?

magnus + taako + lup + merle + angus - 13th

[survivorsguilt]

arrival

[After two outta three successes, Ellie is feeling a little cocky. She knocks, noisy and rapid, and calls out:]

This is a stick up! Lemme in if you value your lives!

shenanigans

[An Ellie option for all your sleepover activity needs! Hair brushing, (Mags?) braiding, (Lup??) nail painting, (Taako???) and deep philosophical Q&A games!! (Merle????)]

late night wanderings

[She wakes in a cold sweat. Same old. Any of the household awake past midnight will find Ellie pacing outside, sitting up and keeping a watchful eye out the nearest window, digging around for food, or even catch the moment of her rude awakening. Hey, no one said she was a perfect guest.]

late night wanderings

[restinglichface]

[The elves of the household may enjoy sleeping, but that doesn't necessarily mean they need to.

When Ellie tries sneaking upstairs to the kitchen, the house may seem unnaturally quiet and dark, but the moment she steps into the shared living space, there's a glowing, disembodied face peering through the darkness at her.]

You turned around or looking for a snack? [Naturally, Lup is stretched out over the couch in the dark with her phone in front of her, the soft glow lighting up only her face in the otherwise dark room. Don't question it.]

[survivorsguilt]

[Jesus. Ellie's heart stops for a second, and she barely keeps herself from making a sound.]

Fuck. Dude. Don't do that to me.

[She's jumpy as hell, and takes a second to just breathe.]

I'm- yeah, I'm just. Looking for food.

[restinglichface]

[Lup sits up as Ellie curses, unable to stop the slightest of smiles from tugging at her mouth. She certainly hadn't been intending to scare a child today, but it's surprisingly satisfying. Would recommend!]

Hey, you're the one who walked in all sneaky on me. Bee-tee-dubs, pretty on point sneaking skills.

[The elf drops her phone to the couch and moves to her feet, striding across the living room to flick on the nearby switch, flooding both this room and attached kitchen with light.]

Whatcha in the mood for? Has my brother already bragged about us being the best fucking chefs in this place or what?

shenans YOU THOUGHT THE NAIL PAINTING WOULD COME FROM LUP BUUUUUT

[armcollector]

[Peanut has been locked in her room, which Magnus is trying not to think of as prison but Ellie's reaction to her is extreme enough that he doesn't want anything to happen between them. The varren has plenty of food, water, and makeshift toys made from old clothes, so she'll be fine, even if she raps at the door every hour or so. He checks on her every once in a while, too, to make absolutely sure Peanut is safe and good.

He's just dipped out of the death room and he settles back in with Ellie. During his time away, Ellie seems to have been pretty alright, which is all he asks for. He hopes that impression isn't wrong.

He peeks into a cupboard in the living room where they've set up, calling out to her behind him.]

Hey, Angel, what's your favorite color?

YYYYYYYYYYYYES

[survivorsguilt]

[She's still vaguely uncomfortable knowing there's a varren that close by, but Ellie can tell Magnus is really trying for her. She doesn't wanna be a dick. He doesn't know what happened, after all.

Ellie sits with her legs crossed underneath her, hair messy and loose around her shoulders (a rare sight). She leans back and stares at the ceiling, lips pursed in contemplation.]

Mmmmmm. That's a toughie. Maybe blue. Like a bright blue. What's yours?

[armcollector]

[Magnus pokes through the varying bottles of nail polish he's picked up through his time here. It's something he always keeps a lookout for; he's kept his nails painted since he started living with Julia, and even after she was gone, it's just a practiced ritual at this point. He feels naked without something on his nails, and it makes him feel kinda nice. Like his big, meaty hands don't have to be all gruff and sandpaper and tough.

They're still not soft to the touch, but they feel nice to look at, though he always has to reapply often with how fast they chip. He has a new color every week. Sometimes twice a week.]

You're almost lucky, I've got blue, but it's, uh, more navy than bright.

[He pulls out the dark blue polish, not quite navy exactly, but definitely a more subtle hue.]

Mine changes all the time. Right now it's purple.

[Sure enough, he's also got a lavender colored one. He shakes both bottles, displaying them for her.]

You want in on this? It's not a good sleepover until we paint each other's nails and talk about who we like.

arrival

[weedbgon]

[ Who the fuck is that?? Merle has no idea. But since he's around the door vicinity, he might as well think the statement over and see what's going on.

For the sake of clarification, he doesn't open the door yet. He just yells back through it. ]

I mean, do I gotta value the lives of everyone in here?

thank god

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie doesn't think she recognizes that voice. It sounds vaguely familiar, but it sure as hell ain't Taako, Lup, or Ham.

Boy, it'll be awkward if this is the wrong place.]

Uhhhh... no? I mean, just yours, I guess. If you wanna be that guy.

[weedbgon]

[ He laughs. ]

Kid, I don't have any problems being that guy! [ Merle, a man who tossed like half of his HP out there to give Taako more HP one time, in the greatest show of cleric competence he's ever made. But like. Angus is here and he's not allowed to know if Merle likes him or anything.

Anyway, he opens the door. ]

Some people just say "trick or treat" when they want the door open, though.

SHENANIGANS

[pocketspa]

[It's been a long-ass time since Taako's had anything resembling a sleepover party. When you grow up with a twin, every night is sleepover night, but it's not like they've done an actual party in years. They'd convinced the IPRE members to make blanket forts on the deck, before, and supplies are a little more limited here, but he thinks he gets the jist of it.

Which is why he's gathered all the milk chocolate he could find, two skewers, and a huge pot to the stove.]

See, the point of fondue is to, uh, just figure out how much you can put in chocolate and have it not taste like ass. Which I think is as good an experiment as any to substitute for the lack of prepacked snacks around here.

YAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS

[survivorsguilt]

[Chocolate is a rare commodity where Ellie is from. Since arriving in Hadriel, she's eaten it maybe twice, and both of those times have been world rocking.

She bounces on her heels, nodding along and half listening as Taako speaks.]

Uh huh, uh huh, okay, so when do we start eating it?

[Forget dipping, she's seconds away from just scooping that shit out with her bare hands, burning hot or not.]

dabs

[pocketspa]

[The good thing about being friends with a wizard, especially a transmutation wizard, is that he's damn good at making things into other things. The gods would never drop this much chocolate at once without making a deal, but he's got plenty of spell slots to burn, and fabricate is permanent- not that he couldn't conjure it long enough to figure it out. Spells for making things, especially food, he'll always be damn good at.

Besides, now that he knows a certain mistake is well past him, he has no need to doubt such abilities.]

Right now, buddy! Pick a thing of choice that isn't your hands, 'cause that'll burn like hell and you can't eat this at the clinic. Also, if I hurt you, Mags would probably kill me.

[He sweeps his arm back from the counter to reveal a number of wooden sticks and an artfully designed plate of strawberries, banana slices, marshmallows, chilled balls of peanut butter, and a number of still warm butter cookies.]

Frankly, you outghta be really flattered I went to such trouble.

[As if he isn't gonna be eating as much as she is, honestly.]

arrival!

[hellosirs]

[ What the heck? Angus just arrived himself, and has no idea that someone's coming over to visit. In his experience, burglars don't usually announce themselves like this... but the voice on the other side of the door sounds sort of young, maybe it's an inexperienced burglar? He presses his ear up against the wood. ]

... Um... that usually works better if you're on the other side of the door, Miss!

[ there is no force in the universe that will make him stop being polite, even to would-be burglars. ]

[survivorsguilt]

[Okay, super not what she was expecting to hear in response. Ellie blinks a couple times, uttering an intelligent:] Uhhh- [in response, and stuttering out a confused laugh.]

I mean, you're not wrong... But, maybe I could like, break it down or something? Or maybe you're like, totally surrounded on all sides!

[hellosirs]

You'd be making a lot more noise if that were the case, I think!

[ Okay, she definitely sounds young, but that doesn't mean she's incompetent at burgling. Angus is the World's Greatest Detective, after all, he'll never begrudge someone a career choice because of their age. He stands on his tiptoes and squints at Ellie through the peephole in the door...

... And then another possibility occurs to him. ]

... Wait, is this a goof? Are you goofing?