OPEN | ❝I'm scared of dying; is that on fire? Am I a liar?❞

[ephemerios]

WHO: Chrissy and you
WHERE: various
WHAT: local cheerleader is NOT prepared for this
WHEN: during the event
WARNINGS: none to start; will update if needed


01.

Oh, yeah, THAT'S a mess. There are people who are far more capable of helping the more dire and complicated aspects, and far more equipped to, so she's helping by trying desperately to stay out of their way. What she can at least do in the immediate aftermath is help direct uninjured Agrii somewhere hopefully safer, and find someone to help her get the injured ones to medical. So, if someone is nearby and looks like they're not tied up elsewhere, they'll get a “Hey, can I ask a favor?” from her.

02.

Later, when it becomes clear they need to collect goods for trade, she knows that's something she can definitely do well. She decides to start with any fresh foods and nice plants she can scrounge up, because, well, she may as well start with flexing her Agriculture data point skills. Here is where anyone else who isn't otherwise tied up will get her coming up to them and recruiting them for help in this mission.

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She laughs, like a loud and genuine amused one. Once she catches enough of her breath after: “You should have been a cheerleader too. Missed your second calling.”

And then sighs and looks around. “Praying to alien gods that they listen and give us skills?” Not really, but also not ruling it out of they have to. Desperate times, et cetera. “Maybe those rope barrier things, like you see in theater lines and stuff?”

[work_wife]

"I promise, it's not even my third of fourth calling. I have literally zero school spirit. And you wouldn't want me on the team."

Robin felt... awkward about being around skirts that short. And do cheerleaders change in the gym? She doesn't know. If they do, wow, she should not be around that. Changing for gym was already a WHOLE THING.

"I don't really believe in gods, so let's come up with another plan maybe."

Oh. Rope barriers! Yeah.

"We used those at the theater plenty. Let me see what I can come up with."

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“You totally qualify, because a not insignificant number of people join not because they're cheer prodigies but 'cause they're cute and are decent enough at copying moves and fake it until they make it.” Sorry if she just burst any bubbles about illusions of cheerleaders all starting off as olympic level athletes or anything.

“If there's nothing like that around, we need plans B, C, and D, and probably the rest of the alphabet.”

[work_wife]

"Well, I can probably copy moves and fake it. Two out of three ain't bad," she says with a shrug. "But I'm not coordinated enough for a lot of what I've seen you guys do. So we'll keep my feet as firmly on the ground as we can."

Geez, do they need to letter the plans? Seems like it's too much.

"We'll find something. Even if it means breaking into Agrii rooms and taking their bedsheets or whatever."

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“We can probably manage to keep our feet grounded.” But, just in case. Also, hopefully they don't NEED lettered plans, but that's also a just in case.

“Now I just want bedsheets so it looks like it looks like we're making a bedsheet rope to comically sneak out of a window or something like that.”

[work_wife]

"That's a fair point," she says. So they've got a mission now.

"Come on, we're on sheet quest."

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“Lead the way.” She replies with a small smile, ready for this mission. “And if it doesn't work, we'll still have a funny story about the time we stole sheets, or thought that sheets would actually work, I guess. There's...worse stories to have.” At least it doesn't sound like one that ends with something broken or on fire, but she won't jinx it by saying so.

[work_wife]

"There are definitely worse stories," she agrees with a laugh. "Alright, let's go do crimes."

She's already gay for them too! Hit a metric there.

I will never stop laughing at that tag; it's perfect

[ephemerios]

Off to crimes! First place they find, it's on for sheet stealing.

“Just be ready to call Steve and tell him to come get us.” Does that count as a backup plan? It does now.

[work_wife]

"That is a terrible back up plan," she laughs before starting off down the hall. "Steve would only cause more trouble."

And she doesn't mind that.

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“But it's a back up plan.” She never said it was the best one, ha. “But in that case, the .. more... the merrier?” Sure. That one. That's the one. “We can just say we had too much fun and didn't want to hog all the fun or something.” No one would buy that; oh well.

[work_wife]

"Yeah, but girls having to call on guys for help? So cliche. I'll pass. Cheerleaders and band geeks don't need jocks rescuing us about 80 percent of the time."

The other twenty percent they are the rescuers or there are Russians and... well, she'll pass there.