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Post by zuyuri on Oct 24, 2022 23:06:34 GMT
After talking to Albedo about the manufactured personalized heater, Zelda needed to take a break to jot her thoughts down on her Slate. The bad news was the current music was not good for a productive environment. So, she gave up on inventing and went to her virtual library. There had to be a good read that fit the season somewhere. She finally found a copy of Dracula and popped in earbuds, hoping the narrator’s voice would be a better distraction than any of the synthetic pop.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 26, 2022 23:31:29 GMT
Despite Dorothea's talents, even she couldn't get the DJ to play Metallica forever. The usual pop stuff was back on, which meant that Spike down a bit more of his flask. It was almost empty, but he was feeling slightly buzzed, which was good. After hanging out with Dorothea for a while, he'd made some rounds and talked with a few more people, mostly other kids he'd hung out with at parties. Some tried to get him onto the dancefloor, but he wasn't really in the mood. He found himself on his own again, but bright lights caught his eye. He looked to see that it was a girl's costume, her ball gown literally lit up. Unlike the rest of the party goers though, her head seemed to be buried in what looked like a tablet with a long strong of text on the screen. "Oh, please don't tell me you came to a dance to study," he said, not noticing the girl's earbuds.
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 27, 2022 1:34:03 GMT
The trials of the men vying for Lucy Westerna’s health were now crushed. Despite the attempted transfusion, she had died. Oh, no. There was no way this was going to…Suddenly, Zelda looked askance from her reading when she felt a presence next to her. There was also a smell she often associated with Professor Constantine. Subtle, but alcoholic nonetheless. A greaser was addressing her, but with her earbuds in, the noise sounded distant and refurbed. All she made out was “studying.” Her expression sour, she paused her book - she could scrub back later - and pulled out her earbuds. “I wasn’t studying, I was reading.”
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 28, 2022 0:16:26 GMT
"Hm. Almost the same thing," Spike said with a shrug. "So you came to a dance to read?" Still odd, in his opinion. Usually, wallflowers at dances tended to hang out near the food and drinks. Which, to be fair, the sweet stuff was pretty good this year. School dances may have teachers watching everyone, but at least they didn't skimp out on the junk food.
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 28, 2022 0:32:07 GMT
“Truth be told, I came at the insistence of my dorm neighbor. She was kind enough to let me borrow and modify one of her old costumes from her theatre days.” She played with the fringe of her skirt. Dorothea had been stunned by Zelda’s idea for extra sparkle, but when shown an idea on how it could be achieved, the blessing was given. “Simple LEDs. I can just pull them out when the dress needs washing, and I don’t have to worry about being zapped. But with them on, it turns into the Cinderella dress I never had as a child.” She wasn’t about to take any risk with electric supers.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 28, 2022 23:44:00 GMT
Ah, the old "you need to get out of your dorm room and socialize once in a while" routine. There were always people like that at parties, and they didn't do too well with Spike. If they saw he had drugs or alcohol, they usually left in a hurry, too scared to try anything, or get caught in the act. Spike wouldn't put pressure on anyone who said no, but he felt like parties were usually boring without being at least a little buzzed. "You kinda look like a Christmas tree," he said bluntly. The costume was clever to be sure, but it was the first thing that came to Spike's mind. If the girl had a headband or something with a star on it, she could probably walk into a holiday party and fit right in.
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 29, 2022 0:01:00 GMT
Despite how much the comment about her dress stung, Zelda ignored it, much like how she ignored any of her father’s blunt comments even though she was hurt. All the work put into the dress was a lot of time she could have spent reading. But she had gotten so many jealous looks and praise from some of the other girls. Even Albedo had said she looked nice. She had nothing to say in response to this stranger, so she said nothing. It was better to take the high ground. Don’t let him get to you.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 30, 2022 20:32:10 GMT
Zelda didn't say anything, but Spike could tell he'd hurt her feelings. Damn. This was a common problem for her, going a little far with his joking and making someone upset. Maybe he could still salvage this. "Hey, I was teasing," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Your dress is cool, pretty creative. I mean, I just slapped on a leather jacket and hair gel and called it a day,"
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 30, 2022 21:02:04 GMT
Zelda shrugged his hand away with a little shimmy. She would accept the apology. Self deprication was usually part of a sincere one. The Slate was lowered and she turned to face him full on, simple costume and everything. “At least you aren’t wearing an awful pun themed outfit. Earlier I saw a poor soul that said he was,” she rolled her eyes, “a chick magnet.” All it had been was a painted pool noodle with yellow pompoms glued all over. She couldn’t decide which was worse; the pun or the costume’s implication.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Nov 2, 2022 23:50:29 GMT
Spike laughed at that one, probably a little harder than if he had heard the same thing sober. "People really will wear anything, huh?" he said with one more laugh before sipping more punch. Granted, most of the costumes at this party were kind of cool, but there were always a few that took the lazy route. Spike had seen more than a few girls wearing just leotards and cat ears like in Mean Girls. "So, you got a name? Otherwise, I'm calling you Light Up Princess the rest of the night," he said.
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Post by zuyuri on Nov 3, 2022 13:50:45 GMT
The John Travolta impersonator let out a loud laugh, and from how loud it was, he found the idea as stupid as she had. A sliver of relief bubbles up in her. Her wit wasn’t often used to make fun of classmates unless they were absolutely terrible at the most basic of skills. Who didn’t know how to add or subtract integers by the time they got to high school? He asked for her name, and a part of her cringed at the nickname he would have called her otherwise. “Zelda,” she answered, “and you are?”
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Nov 5, 2022 20:11:47 GMT
"Spike. Nice to meet you," he replied. Zelda was an interesting name. Then again, Zelda was an interesting girl. Nobody else had lights strung up on their costumes, although he had seen a few with fake blood. At least, he hoped it was fake. You could never tell with some of these guys. "So, besides electrical fashion and reading, what else are you into?" he asked curiously.
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Post by zuyuri on Nov 5, 2022 22:24:57 GMT
“Tinkering.” She answered this quickly. She didn’t care if Spike thought of her any less when her soapbox was done. All that mattered was educating him should machines break down. Of course, she would leave out her work with Albedo. “I have power over machines. Not forever of course, but for a while, I can get them to do whatever it is I want them do. Tinkering is just a hobby, and I suppose on a way giving me a better understanding of my own skills.”
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Nov 8, 2022 1:02:44 GMT
"Ah, so you're a gearhead," Spike said. Some might have used the word "dork" or "nerd" but the smart kids were usually the most dangerous ones. Mess with the wrong one and they could make your locker explode or hack your phone. And Spike had seen more than one let loose at a party when homework and tests were getting too stressful. "I'm a metalhead. The traditional kind, I mean," he said. "The Metallica stuff playing earlier is my kind of thing."
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Post by zuyuri on Nov 8, 2022 21:33:49 GMT
Ah, someone who wanted to possibly damage hearing permanently. It would explain the temporary blasting that had occurred and made her retreat to the bathroom until the noise died down. But Zelda didn’t say that. Respecting a person’s interests was the only way she knew how to stay in oriole’s good sides. At least, that was what her father said. “While I don’t share your opinion of metal, I can at least take comfort that someone else finds this synthetic junk…well, as just that. Junk. I can practically hear the poor instruments asking for a break.”
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