quietmounds | (no subject)

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WHAT Christmas in July
WHERE Every-fucking-where
WHEN Day 141 & 142

[IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR. It's . . . well, time doesn't really work well here anyway, but it's been 'a while' since the last 'festive activities' so that's what's happening, right here, right now.

It's still warm enough for shorts and t-shirts, but there's also big fat snowflakes falling from the sunny sky, making piles of it that are pleasantly cool and don't seem to melt. Skating rinks! Palm trees and cacti decorated with pretty sparkly lights! Do we even have those? We do today.

Besides that, you can do whatever you want to, to get into the #mood:

Mistletoe? Mistletoe for kissing, for cuddling, for whatever?
Mysterious gifts with your name on them that turn out to be a long-lost item from your childhood?
Blankets that you get trapped under until someone joins you in there to cuddle?
[insert your fun here]

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[doesn't seem opposed to that and going to Shuri's lab??? ok]

What have you two been working on?

[a soft grunt]

Me? Electrical. Her? Don't know, ask her yourself.

I thought you were meant to assist her.

It is assisting. Girl needs power to work. And she needs a lot of power to do a lot of work. Needs a new transformer installed each day.

[he... goes quiet again, thinking, glancing up at Erik after a long moment, but doesn't say anything, just goes to inspect his work ig]

[since they have arrived, flopping on the couch with his bag tossed down by his feet. grabbing a controller and throwing one in T'Challa's direction, catch]

...

[he does grab it out of the air, almost too late, looking up in confusion for a split second before he wanders over to sit on the opposite end of the couch]

[starting up co-op madden, haha let's see you at the american game, cousin]

[well, he's absolutely never played american football before, so it takes him a little bit to get the hang of it... he's not bad at the controls, though, but that's not a surprise. he seems to pick up a strategy pretty quickly, though, and leans forward with his elbows on his knees, staring at the screen, all concentration]

[not going to explain any controls, how to switch players and do passes, so just drown and figure it out . . . and it's annoying that he can do that . . . still going to crush him though]

...

[putting the controller down on the coffee table after he loses and does not look over]

[what's that?? sulking panther????]

You came into my house.

This is Shuri's house.

Naw. Football is my house. But we can do soccer if you think you can handle it.

...

[fine. looking over before picking up the controller again]

[switching games to FIFA, going to actually lean in and put elbows on knees with a laugh as the game starts]

[soccer he has played, and now that he's touched the console he actually starts out pretty decent. he's absolutely got his lower lip caught in his teeth, brow knitted, not throwing the match at all]

[chill enough to side glance that and only making ""minor"" side comments, lots of "Ohhh!!"s and "Yeah!"s, mixed in with goals and good saves. sorry, africa, you're getting kicked out the world cup again]

[he doesn't toss the controller away after he loses again, just sets it in his lap and looks over, grumbling]

You've had a lot more practice.

[shifting to lean back in the couch, legs and arms wide]

A whole decade on you, Virtual Reality. Still could take you in VR, though.

I don't see any evidence for that.

When's the last time you actually played, cuz?

Recently enough.

[... selects a rematch, let's go]

I'm talking like after you graduated college.

[sits back up, fine, your funeral]