Timelined two days after Cut Off Sentence
<Cecilia> Cecilia glanced nervously around the rec-room. Just a few minutes ago someone had come to her room where she had been attempting to do her mathematics homework and ask her if she wanted to play a game and not wanting to be a spoilsport she'd joined. "So, what're we going to play guys?"
<Laura> "I believe it is called charades..." Laura answered from her spot on the couch, glancing to Sean for confirmation. She had been attempting to do her own homework but had given up and placed her books on the coffee table when Sean had convinced her to play.
<Sean> Sean nodded at Laura and settled into his spot on the couch. "I think we all need a bit of a break, don't you think? "
<Cecilia> Alright, that wasn't so bad. At least it wasn't some weird drinking game or something complicated like Trivial Pursuit. "Sure," said Cecilia. It was true, if she hadn't joined in she would've kept struggling with her homework until she was thoroughly frustrated. Something that was occurring all too frequently these days.
<@Fabian> Fabian was walking in from the garage quite confused as he made his goodbyes with Ruth. He had one of the shirts he had put on today on...and one off and he knew full well when he started the day the one that was off had been under the one currently on. Also he wasn't quite sure how the stuffed giraffe had come into his possession but it was now to be treasured and possibly given to Sean to name Marley.
<Cecilia> Cecilia eyed the hat filled with little slips of paper. "Okay, so who wants to start?"
<Laura> Laura heard the door to the garage open and close but didn't pay it much mind as she considered the slips as well. Luckily, Sean had explained how the game worked before going to fetch the other girl. "I suppose I could."
<@Fabian> Fabian stopped as he saw his roommate, making his way into the recroom along with the giraffe and his bag of many things that he actually didn't quite know what all was in there. Hopefully they would be a clue for later. "What kind of shenanigans am I just in time for?"
<Sean> Leaning forward, Sean rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Alright alright alright, let the fun begin."
<Cecilia> Cecilia looked over at the person interrupting their game. "Oh, hi Fabian. We're playing charades."
<Laura> Laura reached for a slip of paper, picked one out, and unfolded it. Her brow furrowed as she considered it, and she looked up at the others, "Now I act it out...?"
<@Fabian> "Charades? That is so very tame of you, I'm impressed." He plopped down bonelessly into an empty chair but not before presenting Sean with the giraffe. "Here, my reward from Army."
<Sean> Sean accepted the giraffe and grinned ", and lo it shall be named Woodchipper."
<Cecilia> "That's the idea," Cecilia said to Laura.
<Cecilia> Cecilia blinked at the 'tame' comment. When did she give the impression she was anything else? She decided to ignore that.
<Laura> This game was going to be harder than she'd originally thought... which was generally how most things around here ended up, so she should've expected it. Luckily, Hope loved ice hockey, and she basically knew how it worked. Getting up, she moved around the coffee table and attempted to act like she was hitting a puck.
<@Fabian> "Last time Sean started shenanigans I walked in on it was a giant trashbag slip-n-slide." Fabian was distracted, however, by Laura whacking at what he could only imagine was a prone figure. "Murder?"
<Sean> "Cricket bat," Sean called enthusiastically.
<Cecilia> "Oh..." said Cecilia, unintelligently. "Uh, ringette?"
<@Fabian> "Hit? Cave in? Whack-a-mole?"
<Laura> Laura sighed heavily. Murder would've been so much easier to act out. Though, out of all those guesses, Sean's was the closest, so she pointed to him.
<Cecilia> Cecilia looked around the room. Who the hell wrote 'murder' for charades?
<Sean> "Cricket bat.....golf club, zombies.....SHAUN OF THE DEAD!"
<@Fabian> "I think she's exasperated with me, yes, zombies! Dawn of the dead? Walking Dead?"
<Cecilia> "Psycho...Sociopath...Ex-Con?" Tried Cecilia
<Laura> She simply shook her head and attempted to look like she'd just scored a goal.
<Cecilia> Cecilia blinked. "You've won the fight? A cage match?"
<@Fabian> "I think she just chopped the zombie's head off. What's a movie with zombies and a lot of decapitation?"
<Cecilia> Cecilia thought. "Uh, Zombieland?"
<Laura> Well, winning a fight was fairly accurate from some of the games she'd seen as well. However, now she wasn't quite sure what to do. How did one act out ice skating? Laura looked down at the floor and attempt to slide across it without falling over.
<@Fabian> "...why is she clogging? I'm just confused now."
<Cecilia> "You're not alone," said Cecilia.
<@Fabian> Oh, but hey, he still apparently had some drinks in his bag of many things. He held out the mostly empty bottle to Cecilia for first offering.
<@Fabian> "Oooh, is it Deliverance?"
<Cecilia> Cecilia blinked at the almost empty vodka bottle. "Uh, no thanks. I don't drink and it's sorta early to crack open the bottle, y'know?"
<@Fabian> "Early? How long was I out?" Fabian glanced to Sean to answer that, holding out the bottle to him as well. "Did I lose a day?"
<Laura> In some ways, this game was far more frustrating than her homework had been. What else did she know about hockey? Oh. People were missing teeth. She stiffly motioned being hit and acting like she'd lost teeth.
<Cecilia> "A boxer?" Cecilia tried.
<Sean> Sean took the bottle and shrugged, taking a swig ", I don't know, man. You left your stuffed horse in my bed, though. Freaked me out when I woke up."
<@Fabian> "Slepnir's only visiting until Lukas is back. I have to creep you out with him as many chances as I get." Fabian pointed out, still fairly sure Laura was mimicking Deliverance. "Okay, so a sport with a lot of teeth issues and it isn't cricket? I'm lost."
<Cecilia> Cecilia eyed the passing of the vodka bottle nervously, but didn't comment. She was supposed to be making friends and fitting in. "I give up," she said.
<Laura> Laura nodded to Fabian and looked around, spotting a glass. Oh! Ice! She pointed. It was probably the most enthusiastic she'd been the entire time because she didn't particularly like feeling like a fool in front of people.
<Sean> "Hockey," Sean beamed.
<Laura> "Yes."
<@Fabian> "Looks like it's your go then, Sean." Fabian grabbed the hat, wagging it at him.
<Laura> She was sure an expression of relief crossed her face as she moved to retake her seat.
<Cecilia> "Don't worry, I probably won't do much better," Cecilia said to Laura. "I'm really not good at these sorts of things."
<Sean> "Bah," he sighed and took the hat, reaching in and grabbing a random paper.
<@Fabian> "Laura, drink for a good job clogging?" Fabian offered, settling back in his chair.
<Laura> "No thank you," she declined the drink with a slight shake of her head, looking to Cecilia, "I had never played before, but apparently I am no good either."
<Cecilia> Cecilia laughed. "Well, at least you have an excuse. I've played before and haven't gotten better over time. You'll see."
<Cecilia> Cecilia was somewhat relieved to see Laura had declined to drink. She wouldn't be the only one then.
<@Fabian> "I'm just addled from carnival rides and confused about shirts." That wasn't a very good excuse but Fabian would use what life gave him.
<Laura> "You cannot be that confused, as you appear to have managed successfully using one," Laura reasoned.
<@Fabian> Fabian held up the other shirt. "But this one was under the other when I left this morning! Witchcraft has happened!"
<Sean> Sean clapped his hands and pushed imaginary sleeves up. Then started miming out making hamburger patties.
<Laura> At the clapping, she looked from Fabian to Sean and blinked. She was getting the feeling she'd be no good at guessing as well.
<@Fabian> "...patty cake?"
<Sean> Sean glared at him.
<@Fabian> "Whaaat? Walrus?"
<Cecilia> "Working at McDonalds?" Cecilia suggested. Ouch, that hit a little too close to home.
<@Fabian> "Ronald McDonald?"
<Laura> "I find him creepy," Laura shared.
<@Fabian> "Clowns are inherently creepy. Nobody likes clowns, not even clowns."
<Cecilia> "Short-order chef?" Cecilia asked.
<@Fabian> "Cheeseburger, beef, meat, cows?"
<Laura> "Cooking?"
<Cecilia> "Flipping burgers?" Cecilia asked.
<@Fabian> "Grill?"
<Cecilia> "Hamburger?"
<@Fabian> "Damnit, now I'm hungry. Barbeque?"
<Sean> Sean points at Fabian and grins ", on the money."
<@Fabian> "Will you go make me a sandwich for it?" Fabian sounded hopeful as he stood up, grabbing a piece of paper from the hat and pulled a face. "Really? Who wrote these?"
<Cecilia> Cecilia shrugged. "All of us."
<@Fabian> He took a moment to think about how to best go about it, crooking his finger to create a small rectangle and putting it above his lip.
<Sean> "No sammich for you."
<@Fabian> Just for that Fabian goosestepped at Sean's ass.
<Sean> "Oi!"
<Cecilia> Cecilia flinched. No, there was no way it could be that. No, who the hell wrote that?! What the hell was wrong with all the students here?!
<Laura> "Worm?" Laura guessed at the finger, head tilting slightly. Then, she added, "Or not."
<Cecilia> Cecilia felt slightly angry. First the alcohol, now this? Could this game get any worse?
<@Fabian> Oi? That was close enough to 'oy vey' for him to use it to stay in character so now Sean was an integral part of Fabian's mimicry as he had to capture him.
<Sean> "Someone other than me solve it pleaaaaase!"
<Cecilia> Cecilia dug her nails into her palms. No, she wasn't going to say it. She would not dignify this with an answer.
<Laura> Laura glanced between the two as the pieces finally clicked for her. If she guessed right, she'd have to go up there and fail miserably again...
<@Fabian> Now there was no way he was that bad at this. This was just easy, the stache alone should be enough to give it away. "Can we just say I lose so we can go on?"
<Sean> Sean continued to run away from Fabian.
<Cecilia> "Yes," said Cecilia, quickly.
<@Fabian> "So what does the loser have to do?" He looked to Sean, stopping in his march to capture him.
<Sean> Sean shrugged ", I never had a game in which anyone lost."
<@Fabian> Fabian looked to the girls for suggestions, nudging the hat towards Cecilia since she hadn't went yet.
<Cecilia> Cecilia shrugged. "I dunno, I guess the punishment is up to you." She reached in a took out a piece of paper. Oh good. She knew this one.
<@Fabian> "Then it's hardly a punishment." He shrugged though, laughing and going back to his seat. "By the way? You are all shits for not answering and putting me out of my misery because there's no way nobody knew." He grinned, making himself comfortable.
<Laura> "I did not want to go again," she admitted.
<Cecilia> Cecilia frowned and turned away. Why did she have to say it? Why did anyone have to write it for that matter?
<@Fabian> "If Pol Pot is in that hat I demand warning though because there's no way I can get that many Cambodians on such a short notice."
<Sean> Sean cackled a bit at that ", tsk, stupid maaan."
<Cecilia> Cecilia stood up. "There had better not be," she said peevishly. "That was really fucking tasteless. Whoever put that in there? I'm not impressed, at all."
<Cecilia> Cecilia stared at Fabian. "Really?" She said.
<@Fabian> He nodded. "Really, plus I wouldn't be convincing at all, it'd be Laura's ice skating all over again."
<Sean> "I really hope there's nothing in there potato related, then," Sean crossed his arms.
<Laura> "It is hard to make ice skating look convincing on carpet," Laura defended herself.
<@Fabian> Fabian glanced over to Sean, then not so craftily snuck the paper and pencil closer as to feed the hat. "If I write leprechaun down will you dance?"
<Sean> "Gimme the rest of the vodka and we'll talk."
<@Fabian> Fabian gladly passed the bottle over. That was well worth it as he wrote leprechaun on the whole sheet and started ripping it up.
<Cecilia> Cecilia's hand began to tremble, crushing the paper she was holding that said 'Darth Vader.' "What the hell is wrong with you?" She shouted at Fabian.
<Laura> Laura curiously peered between the boys and Cecilia.
<Cecilia> "It's bad enough you had to act out that stupid prompt but now you have to go around making genocide jokes?!" She screamed.
<@Fabian> "...is there anyone else here more appropriate to make them?" Fabian was just confused right now. "You do know I'm not about to kill all humans, yes?"
<Cecilia> Cecilia ground her teeth. "It's not appropriate to make them at all!" She cried. "I am not stupid, Cortez! I know you're not going to do it. That's not what I'm angry about!"
<Sean> Sean sat forward and leveled her with a look ", then what are you angry about?"
<Cecilia> Cecilia shook her head. "Do you have any idea what it's like to hear those fucking jokes your entire life?! Do you???"
<Cecilia> Cecilia whirled around and glared at Sean. "I'm angry because Cortez is sitting there making tasteless jokes about things he shouldn't even be joking about in the first place!"
<Laura> She opened her mouth to answer, and then she realized this was likely one of those times where she wasn't supposed to say anything because it was rhetorical.
<Cecilia> "And I'm angry because you're all just sitting here, laughing over something so tasteless!"
<Sean> "You can't let them affect you. I'm Irish, I hear plenty of tasteless jokes of my own. And an Irish mutant at that."
<Cecilia> Cecilia shook her head. "The sticks and stones thing? So what? I'm supposed to just put up with it?! Laugh it all off and pretend it doesn't hurt!"
<Cecilia> Cecilia started tearing at her hair. "I can't deal with this. I tried to deal with the drinking and the terrible jokes and people being weird and the fucking sentient robot thing but I can't! I just can't!"
<Cecilia> "Fuck this," Cecilia said and stormed out of the room. Throwing her paper away as she left.
<@Fabian> Fabian glanced back at the others, wondering if they were seeing the same thing here. "...so...my I ask what the hell that was?"
<Sean> "You won't like me then. Drinking and smoking are all I do." He watched her go ", well now."
<Laura> "I am not sure," Laura answered, fairly honestly, as she watched the exit.
<@Fabian> "Why doesn't that happen when I'm actually offending people? The last time I set out to do just that Jamie kept following me."
<Sean> "I guess you're just naturally offensive. Or else she's just super sensitive."
<@Fabian> "People do take offense at my presence." Fabian sat up a bit straighter, not sure if he should feel proud or not but going with it anyway. "So, should we try going after her or retreat upstairs?"
<Laura> "If you all give up and leave, does that mean I win?"
<Sean> "I'd say retreat. She'll just slap you if you try to go after her."
<@Fabian> "I'm a professional slapee, that'd be nothing new."