video: un: ontherocks

[queenking]

[It must be that time of the month, because there's another newbie on the network. This one, a 20-something woman with riotously curly blonde hair, is sprawled on her back on the beach, holding the Omni up above her face. It's not a great angle, but whatever.]

Hey, if one of these places sells calamari, s'that cannibalism? Cause I love that shit. Also I got so much sand in my ass crack right now I'm gonna be shittin' pearls for weeks.

[She could just...leave the beach. Does she know they're allowed to leave the beach?

She...likely doesn't know they can leave the beach.

Saxsice ends her foray into social media by dropping the Omni on her face and cussing as the feed ends. OW FUCK--!!

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[queenking]

Pffft, who doesn't like shiny rocks?

[She'll trot along obligingly, pausing every so often to look around.] Uhhh, yeah, I was born hungry.

[kyley_b]

Okay, point.

I'll feed you too, then. C'mon up.

[The narrow staircase leads up to a small, cozy apartment dominated by an old fashioned Russian stove/heater. Kyle gestures at a small round kitchen table, then moves to the hall closet and pulls out a shirt and pants.]

Here. Try these. And do you eat meat?

[queenking]

Oooo, very nice. [Saxsice nods approvingly, turning in a little circle.] Gotta great, uhhhh, whatsitcalled...aesthetic.

[She accepts the shirt and pants and just. Flings off her robe. Nice, Saxsice.] I sure do, every chance I get!

[kyley_b]

It came like this.

[Kyle turns away so fast he nearly falls over.]

Oh-KAY, great, uhm. I have sausage. I'll make you some. And hashbrowns. Yes. Okay.

[queenking]

Woah, you good? [This is muffled, as Saxsice pulls the shirt over her head, straining for a moment to find the neckhole, then poking through and shaking her hair out.]

Oooo, hashbrowns. They in the little patty things like McDonalds does?

[kyley_b]

Fine! Just. Yes, fine, thank you. [He's cool! He's totally not wigged out by sudden boobs.]

I mean, legit I was just gonna shred some potatoes and call it a day but if you want them to stick together I can make you latkes.

[queenking]

...I definitely want them to stick together. [She gives him her best puppy-dog face.] I've had a real hard day, y'know.

[kyley_b]

Okay, okay. Latkes it is. Goddamn, I have made more fucking comfort food since waking up here...

[He washes his hands at his kitchen sink before he sets about grating potatoes.]

You're gonna be okay, you know. You'll settle in.

[queenking]

There's a niche market and you've conquered it, buddy.

[Saxsice crosses her arms, resting her chin on them and letting out a soft sigh.] That's me. Miss Adaptable.

[kyley_b]

Only Jew in Trench. [He's half kidding.]

I mean. It's okay if you're not right now, though.

[queenking]

Woah, for real? Respect, man. [She's gonna...offer a fistbump. Is that appropriate in this circumstance?

Then she sighs, propping her chin in both hands.] All right, so...I'm not. Now what?

[kyley_b]

Only one I know of so far, anyway. [He does fistbump her, looking amused.]

Now you feel like shit for a while, I guess. And you met other people, and you learn how to look after yourself. That's my guess, anyway.

[queenking]

Shalom, man. [Oh, so she can't spell half of the basic words but she knows shalom? Of course she does.

Saxsice grumbles a little, letting her forehead drop to thunk against the table.] Awesome. Love that. I'm real good at feelin' like shit, at least.

[kyley_b]

[That pulls a cackle out of him.]

You and me both. Sorry, dude, I wish I had something more optimistic to say.

Uhm, latkes are done, if you're still hungry.