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itscurtains2021-06-19 03:52 pm
mayavericks) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-19 03:52 pm
Is This Where You Wanna Be? Crawling On Your Hands and Knees?
[In a perfect world, Maya would have been able to isolate herself for the rest of the evening. It's not like her to wallow in her feelings, but it's also not like her to be trapped away in a murder school or part of an execution so... not like she has much choice there. Besides, between the influence of Janis, and the sight of her remaining dormmates, it's clear that Maya simply can't... let things go.
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
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The slices are deposited with the rest. Cassandra wipes her hands.]
Teach you? Hm, sure! I'd like to. The hardest part is just keeping the potato on the blade long enough to launch it in the air... and without throwing your sword.
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[And she tries! Boy, does she try. And listen... Maya is good at balancing her blade. But balancing it with a little extra weight? It's a little difficult. The potato keeps wobbling off.
But she hasn't looked over her shoulder in the last few minutes, at least.]
Like this, Cassandra-san?
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[What sort of topsy-turvy world was this, where Cassandra was the one working to cheer a friend up?
But she has definitely noticed the lack of shoulder checking.]
Exactly. It's a lot of wrist work, I know. But trust me, you'll get it.
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[What kind of "Senpai noticed me" bullshit --]
... Thank you, Cassandra-san.
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[What kind of bullshit indeed...]
Is, uh... "Cassandra-san" a good thing?
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It's an honorific. We are meant to use them with most anyone that we do not harbor a personal relationship with. To do so would be disrespectful
The problem is that that many other cultures do not have such terms. I have been slipping of late.
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Okay, so that means... I've been disrespectful, too.
[And customs are usually the thing Cassandra was so diligent at. Has she really been slipping all this time?]
For instance, what should I be calling you?
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[She holds her hands up, trying to calm Cassandra down.]
Maya-san is fine. [A beat.] Rina-chan uses similar honorifics. We are both from the same place. It would... be best for you to use -san with her as well.
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[A nod, and a smile!]
Might as well be on my best manners while we're stuck here, right?
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Heh, normalcy is right. [She says, peeling potatoes with the business end of a sword.] It's like my life didn't have enough discord in it already - Uh, Discord excluded.
[You're doing great work, mister "Lord of chaos".]
But sometime in the last year and a half my life took a turn for the really bizarre.
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You can tell him I said that, as well.
[Buuuut Cassandra's words catch her attention.]
Do you mind if I ask what happened?
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[They might actually have something in common. She winks. Yeah. She'll pass that along.]
Well... [It should be okay, shouldn't it?] I, uh, may or may not have become the lady-in-waiting to the lost princess of Corona, who was kidnapped for 18 years, and only returned after her magical hair had been cut... Buuut then it turns out there's magical, unbreakable rocks following her, and touching them regrew her seventy feet of hair, and also made it uncuttable...
[She eyes Maya for a response.]
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You make it sound as if you are friends with that fairy tale princess. Rapunzel, I think her name was?
[She pauses, looking Cassandra up and down.]
Are you meant to be her prince?
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["Fairy tale"?]
Princess Rapunzel of Corona. That's her. She's kind of famous, even before she got rescued-
[Pardon, Cassandra. She's choking on her own spit at Maya's suggestion.]
N-no! No, no, no, no. I'm just her lady-in-waiting. Her princes is Fitz- [She breathes in.] Eugene Fitzherbert. He's the one who rescued her and brought her home. He's her boyfriend.
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[Maya actually looks a little flushed at that.]
It's. Just a popular tale where I am from. A children's story. I didn't realize.
[She puts her hand to her head. It's Week 3, she shouldn't be so surprised by this kind of thing!]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make assumptions.
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[Oh.]
Like a cartoon.
[Oh. Oh boy. This is a ball of twine she's going to be unraveling all night. She'll have to comprehend the shit out of it, and she kind of hates it already. Maya doesn't deserve the sudden intensity that crosses Cassandra's face, even if it passes.]
...No, it's alright. You didn't know. I'm not big on talking about my life.
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No, no. Nothing like that! [Who watches movies these days anyway!] It's -- a fairy tale! The sort of thing you read children before bed.
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[Honestly, what's a movie even supposed to be? Varian will probably explain it.]
Trust me, this isn't just a fairy tale -- it's my everyday life, helping the princess learn how to be a princess, protecting her on our adventures...
Or, I guess it was my life.
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[She shakes her head.]
In any case, I apologize for my presumption. Or even giving the idea that I was diminishing your experiences.