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[secondthoughts]

Who ☀ Hector & "everyone"
What ☀ It's Hector's birthday!
When ☀ August 5
Where ☀ Lumina Cloth. Surprise!
Content Warnings ☀ drunk people, will add as needed

[ Arrive at Mac Anu, where the welcome party was held, to find it...empty? A quick look on the forums shows a little edit to Hector's post:

We're popping Lumina Cloth's cherry! See you there :-)

So that's where he is.

In the center of the brightly illuminated nighttime city, Hector's set himself up for his little get together. But since he doesn't have any tables or plates or anything fancy like that, all the alcohol and food he bought from various vendors are just...strewn around the floor. The food is probably still good to eat, though. It's fine. Take what strikes your fancy!

Hector's wearing his outfit again. He lounges on the steps of that funky spinny thing in the center of town, and anyone who gets close enough to hear him will hear music coming from his mic. Give him a break. He's doing his best.

When enough people have gathered, he might actually get up and drag everyone into a drinking game.

So enjoy—eat, drink, mingle, and smack your friends! PvP is enabled here, after all :) ]

Comments

[conjecturecycle]

[Drinks.]

Well now I know there's no way you look like your avatar in real life.

[weaseled]

[Snorts.

Chuckles.

Struggles not to break out laughing. What Pete doesn't know won't kill him...]

[conjecturecycle]

[STOP HE HATES YOU]

Wh-If you look like this in real life why haven't you gotten laid!?

[weaseled]

Who says I haven't? That's quite the assumption.

[conjecturecycle]

[He pauses, as if he's only just realized that people can fuck outside of flings.]

I guess you just look like the type of guy who'd have done that at least once.
[Y'know. Slutty.]

[weaseled]

Afraid not. I found "the one" pretty early on... but if it makes you feel better, we broke up.

[this dick is back on the market(?)]

[conjecturecycle]

Why would that make me feel better?

[weaseled]

Why else? I can go have one night stands like every other dude now. We're on the same level.

[Said with just a hint of smugness.]

[conjecturecycle]

You and me ain't on the same level and you know it, paly.

[LIKE PETE'S PRETTY OUTSPOKEN BUT HE'S ALSO AWARE OF HIS SOCIAL STANDING AS KINDA WEIRD LOOKING AND ALSO 40.]

[weaseled]

No? Sounds to me like you're selling yourself short... bad personality aside.

[conjecturecycle]

Yer personality's just as bad as mine anyway. But you and I both know who's the conventionally attractive one here.

[weaseled]

Eh. They say there's someone for everyone, right? Don't be so quick to give up, old man.

[conjecturecycle]

How old do you think I am?

[weaseled]

Fifty?

[conjecturecycle]

...

You're just sayin that to piss me off.

[weaseled]

Right. Sorry. Let's try that again.

Sixty.

[conjecturecycle]

There's not a single damn wrinkle on my face, what sixty year olds do you know with skin like this, huh!?

[HOW DARE YOU!!!]

[weaseled]

Really? I bet you're crazy wrinkled offline. All that stress is bad for your skin.

[conjecturecycle]

If I was trying to pretend I was better looking than I actually am, don't ya think I'd have, y'know, chosen not ta look like a damn ghost?

[His haunting albino visage...]

[weaseled]

Do you really think you look that bad?

[Yael scratches his chin, looking Pete up and down.]

I think you're being too critical, personally. You're not ugly.

[conjecturecycle]

I never said I'm ugly. For a pigmentally challenged person, I'm damn good looking. But that clarification's important.

[A beat, as he shifts on his feet, before gesticulating with his hands.]

And don't try to tell me that I'm bein' unreasonable about that. When I was on TV for a bit, my agent had me cover up. Said I could make it big in the business only if I pretended to be normal looking.

[weaseled]

Ah. So you're albino in real life too.

[Yael leans back, scratching his chin.]

I get you. People have a hard time accepting things that are out of the norm. I can't fault you for going with the tide, but man... no wonder you're such a miserable guy.

[Blunt as Yael's words are, he doesn't sound as if he's judging Pete. His situation is genuinely unfortunate.]

[conjecturecycle]

Wh- Miserable!?

[He doesn't know what to do with the sympathy so he's just gonna focus on being mad about this part.]

Where d'you get off assuming I'm miserable, huh??

[weaseled]

Do you even listen to yourself talk, PP? You sound like you walk around with a stick perpetually shoved up your ass... but whatever gets you off, I guess. I'm not here to judge.

[conjecturecycle]

[DON'T START TALKING ABOUT WHAT GETS HIM OFF WHILE HAVING THAT FACE.]

I don't sound like that. I'm just trying ta do my job!