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[notsheepish]

Hey there, it's Ruby, or will be soon. Leave a message, I'll get back to you.

Comments

[pejoratives]

( Stopping her tiki-ward stroll, Rosita weighs the options. )

You drive a hard bargain.

( But somehow she'll live with it, apparently. Rosita's hands drop to her side, swinging slightly. )

Drinks and dinner, huh. That was very smooth, Ruby.

[notsheepish]

[Okay, that definitely earns her a smirk.]

You caught me. Whenever I'm seducing a woman, there are fruit-cups and tiny umbrellas involved. It's part of my foolproof technique.

[pejoratives]

( She doesn't laugh laugh, but she does smile, exhales her breath slightly harder so it could almost pass for a huff of amusement, and shakes her head. )

Careful. I might swoon.

[notsheepish]

[Still counts. Sorry.]

Oh, it's way too late to avoid that. Face it. You're doomed.

[The least serious.]

[pejoratives]

It's a good thing you're so modest, and all.

( Her sigh sounds so aggravated, and she shrugs. )

Just catch me, or something.

[notsheepish]

Always.

[Which of those was that referring to? ...good question.]

[pejoratives]

( Just

A Look

thrown over her shoulder, eyebrow quirked, as she wanders down the beach towards the water. )

Cheesy.

( She can't say she doesn't enjoy the sentiment, but definitely cheesy. )

[notsheepish]

[Following behind with an easy grin.]

Sorry. I come from a very cheesy people. It's a hard habit to break.

[pejoratives]

Yeah, yeah.

( She reaches the water, wanders in up to her ankles, and turns to idly flick water at Ruby with her foot. )

I'll learn to live with it, I guess.

[notsheepish]

[Really? Rosita is getting SUCH an eyebrow raise right now.]

...oh, good. I'm glad that's not a deal-breaker.

[pejoratives]

I'm generous.

( Rosita agrees, before cracking a bit of a grin. )

I think you'd get along with Tara and Eugene, though. ( ... ) Which is concerning.

[notsheepish]

Are they pretty cheesy too?

[pejoratives]

Tara's cheesy. Girls like a damn fondue. Eugene is... ( A liar? Coward? Loser? Like a brother? A... Kind of weird, sometimes skeevy brother. Smart as hell? ) Weird.

Just how cheesy are the people back home?

[notsheepish]

Well... did you ever see that movie Enchanted?

[Hmm. Maybe a little too on-the-nose?]

[pejoratives]

( She is just going to pause for a second, crossing her arms as she stands in the water, gaze turning just a little suspicious. )

I'm concerned about where this is going.

[notsheepish]

[Well, she was mostly making a joke, but now she's wondering if this is maybe the time to go into things in a little more detail...]

How much have I told you about where I come from?

[She joins Rosita in the water.]

[pejoratives]

There aren't undead.

( Which, to be fair, is probably more a reflection of what Rosita held onto moreso than whether or not Ruby actually told her anything more. Last time they really spoke about their own worlds, Rosita's pretty sure she had a gun on hand, and mostly in hand. )

People don't stick guns in other people's faces as often.

( A edge of self-mockery in that, the way Rosita puts edges in everything, makes everything sharp, as if she needs her words to act as a backup weapon in case things go south. ) Does your world involve a lot of musical numbers?

( ? she is ? so ? uncertain ??? )

[notsheepish]

[A wry smile.]

No, not too much of any of those. But... you know how the Porter thing works, dragging us into this world from other ones?

That, um, actually wasn't the first time something like that had happened to me. I lived in Maine for most of my life, but I actually wasn't born there. I was originally from a world that looked a lot more like... something out of Game of Thrones, maybe?

[pejoratives]

( Several points give her pause, the most important of which is the talk about the Porter and other worlds and having experienced something like that before. On the one hand, maybe it made some kind of sense. On the other hand, it making sense relied on the fact that the Porters existed at all should make sense in some way, and Rosita is still unsettled by all that.

Her hands settle on her hips, like she can somehow make this situation comply a little more to her liking through the power of low-key aggressive body language, and her jaw tenses, though the way she's looking at Ruby is more worried than anything. Worried with a side of furrowed brow.

I've never heard of any... Game of Thrones. ( She frowns a little more. The tragedy of the world ending before worldwide television sensations happened. )

[notsheepish]

[COME ON, ROSITA. THE BOOKS HAVE BEEN OUT FOR LIKE THIRTY YEARS.]

Okay. Lord of the Rings then.

[pejoratives]

( EUGENE IS THE NERD, WOW, SHE HAD BETTER THINGS TO DO BEFORE THE WORLD ENDED )

Lord of the What?

( Now she's just being obnoxious. The shift in demeanour is subtle, hard to pin tells on any one thing, but it is there. )

[notsheepish]

[Okay, that HAS to be bullshit. Even if she didn't read it in middle school, everyone's at least seen the cartoon.]

Rings? They're these little metal circles. Sometimes people wear them. You should look them up.

[pejoratives]

Rings, huh.

( she squints.

Rosita is good at squinting. And judging. And she is also very good at kicking water at someone to splash them, and somehow making it seem sarcastic. )

Nah.

[notsheepish]

[Wow. Rude. She narrows her eyes and begins plotting her revenge very visibly.]

Anyway, you get the point. Queens and knights and no indoor plumbing and all that good stuff.

[pejoratives]

( No. )

That last part is familiar. ( Unfortunately. ) So kind of like every fantasy book, then. Kind of like how this place is weird sci-fi and comic-book bullshit?