( 009 ) video ✶ i can’t help my feelings i’ll go out of my mind

[unparental]

[ jenna could have sworn she was done with being the nearly thirty year old who still gets high in public. but rey had a really big bag. a really. big. bag.

smoking with a vampire is worse for weed hogging than bong hits with michael phelps, news at eleven. at least she's a bit more coherent than her comrades.

the posts starts without ceremony, various limbs belonging to ariadne and rey in the background. ]

All right, we-- [ she flings out an arm, gathering two separate 'oofs' ] have all been here since day one. Day one. And a guy gave Rey a huge bag of weed, and we're not leaving this room until it's all smoked, because this place is the worst second chance invented without the cast of Jersey Shore involved. Seriously--

Wait, what's Jersey Shore? [ that from ariadne. jenna stops, frowning. ]

It's-- Rey, help me out here.

[ rey shakes her head slowly, eyes lidded. ] Can't, I have the same question.

[ jenna wrinkles her nose. ] Okay, it's-- orange people, from New Jersey, who are apparently Italian but really not, and one of them likes pickles and another one peed in a corner of a bar. [ kanye shrug. ] It's classy, appointment TV.

[ after a moment and three equally 'but why' faces, jenna moves on as their self-appointed spokesman. ] Anyway, what happened to boring space? It was like 'oh, I can't find enough hair ties' not 'holy crap, monsters and doom and people leaving'. I liked space better five months ago.

Rey. Rey, Ari. Quick poll-- play along, viewers at home-- did you like space better five months ago.

[ give her a second, what was her point again? ] Right, and people should come help us. And bring food.

Mostly the food, but helping's cool too. Rey's sharing, but only if you come join us in the People's Republic of Berkeley.

[ which would be the common deck on floor one, for the record. ]

Disallowed are: yelling, fighting, non-consensual pantsing, DARE propaganda, and Fig Newtons. Anything else, come on in.


( ooc | SO REY HAS DECREED ALL WEED IS TO BE SMOKED IN THE PARTY ROOM feel free to say your character dropped by, action it out, whatever. all threads viewable to the stoners three by proximity, label it locked otherwise and maybe one of them rolled over or something.

also blue is ari, and green is rey. )

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action;

[circumitus]

[OOPS GOT A LITTLE DISTRACTED BY GROUPIES and then some. But several moments later, she's found some free time to get up and pop a squat near the Dutchman. Don't worry, she's keeping her distance.]

...Did I do it wrong?

[Referring to the way he unrolled and fixed up the joint she'd made for him earlier, of course.]

action;

[handelaar]

[After a moment of staring at the lit end, he slides his gaze over to her. ...well.]

Maybe...

[This is about the only time anyone will get an easy tease out of him, and there it is, plainly laid out in the upward quirk of his lips and the lax manner in which he leans the chair back on its legs.]

Or maybe I just do it better.

action;

[circumitus]

[Rey just shrugs. Teasing? What's that?]

Likely. I have never done this before.

[Actually, by "this", she could be referring to a number of things.]

action;

[handelaar]

[If he can tell she doesn't get it, he doesn't particularly care. He's nearly done with the first joint and having a grand ol' time with all this free shit. This might well be the best day he's had on-board so far.]

Good.

[Less she knows about weed the better.]

[circumitus]

[She side-eyes him.]

That's a peculiar response.

[handelaar]

Nah.

[Once he's done nitpicking over the creation of his second joint, he'll share. But for now his attention narrows to his own weed, fingertips, and paper.]

[circumitus]

[Well, fine then.

[She'll just be staring intently for awhile. Because she does that. How do you like it? Being stared at, I mean.]

[handelaar]

[Sadly he's too engrossed in the task of making a kickass joint to even notice. There's no precious bit of weed wasted, no uneven distribution - and after he's decided everything is in its right place, he doesn't raise it all the way to his mouth, but meets the paper halfway.

The rest happens quickly, like he's done this hundreds of times. Before she knows it he has it lit and is offering his own over to her.]

It's strong, [he coughs it out.]

[circumitus]

[Rey eyes him for awhile. She's got no reservations about the whole staring thing, and he's no exception to it. So she's quite attentive when he passes the joint over, after practically studying him for the passing moments.]

I can handle it. [Assuming that he's implying she couldn't.]

[handelaar]

Might not make a dent, anyway.

[And out of nowhere he's back to sulking, remembering just how solid she was. Fuck, his ribs are probably still mottled with bruises, he hasn't bothered to check a mirror lately. If he feels her gaze upon him, he doesn't do much more than huff in the opposite direction.]

[circumitus]

[The way he brings up "dent" strikes her as odd. She stares at him briefly before striking up the smoke with a lighter.

[She idly wonders for a moment if she even needs anything to light the end with. She's felt the heat scorching at the tips of her fingers, on the surface of her skin. She remembers the smell of burning flesh when people had touched her when she didn't want to be touched. Who knew? Perhaps it's the drugs, or perhaps she could very well be her own walking zippo. Wouldn't that be convenient?]

...I make you uneasy, don't I?

[It comes out so abruptly that even Rey doesn't realize what she's said until the words echo in her skull: Yes, she did just say that out loud.]

fagljg you should've poked me over that ack

[handelaar]

[And he keeps staring at the floor off to the left, even while the lighter echoes its snick between them, even after he hears her question. Actually, at that he glares at the damn floor, if only for a moment, and then he's shifting back to face her. Just studies her and her flat stare and traces his eyes across the lines on her face.

He could say yes. Avoid it. Edge around it, loophole it or knot it into a few loopholes. Throw it back in her face. Really, he's thinking too hard about it, so the best thing to do is snatch back his joint and smoke enough to ramble back, or at least enough to unstick his tongue. Which is what he does.]

Usually... Y'don't talk enough.

[Pot, meet kettle.]

haha, i really didn't think about it. thought you just got busy

[circumitus]

...

[That wasn't the kind of answer she was expecting. Rey isn't sure what she expects out of people, especially when they are all equally so strange and distant to her.]

Is that all?

[Not sure if she would believe it if he said yes.]

[handelaar]

No.

[Said like "duh".]

It's the most annoyin', though.

[circumitus]

Not my problem.

[The way she sees it, there's no point in carrying out conversations for other people. That's their shtick, not hers.]

[handelaar]

It is if you're worried about me bein' uneasy.

[Just pointing out a fact.]

[circumitus]

I am not worried -- I am only making an observation.

[handelaar]

So. Why do it...

[circumitus]

[She blinks, slowly.]

What do you mean?

[handelaar]

If you're not worried. Why bother pointin' it out.

[If there's another reason for it, he can't figure it out.]

[circumitus]

Just so that I know, nothing more. I can't understand people. I try, but all I can get are the surface facts. Everything they do is strange to me.

I suppose it's the same, the other way around.

[handelaar]

Must know more'n you think.

[Grumpy over that one. Stop calling him out, it's creepy.]

[circumitus]

I watch. I try to learn. It's the most that I can do.

[It's easier for her to at least attempt to pick up on other people's traits at first.]

[handelaar]

Hn. You prob'ly do the same shit, just don't know it. [Uh. At that he looks over.] If you're human.

[Never did get a real answer about that... that he remembers whoops. So yep she's getting a side glance on that one.]

[circumitus]

I'm not. [She retorts so simply, because it's been the one thing that's made sense to her since it came to her attention.] I'm a vessel. A broken one, too.

[Or glitched, as Natalie had put it.]