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OPEN | ❝Totally wrecked and polemic in the way he talks❞

WHO:

serpentigena & open
WHERE: Temba & Sh'ka
WHAT: Various things that need more sarcasm around
WHEN: Any time between the latter half of April
WARNINGS: N/A.

temba

Being here for what felt like all of five minutes before going on what also felt like the longest space roadtrip ever meant there hadn't been too much time to explore around much of the planet they all supposedly spend most of their time. Might as well get reacquainted(ish) with it, in case they get pulled right back into some shenanigans elsewhere in another five minutes.

In Temba, this means hanging out in some of the more frequented areas (like the diner, etc), especially if they have good seating areas where he can often be found writing in a notebook. Otherwise, it's a lot of seemingly aimless walking around, occasionally poking in some of the empty buildings.

sh'ka

Checking out things in Sh'ka soon leads to him to the area where the overgrown forest is. Which is probably way cooler if you have the agriculture data point and can identify stuff here, but whatever, it's still nice. Something different to do that's a relaxing break from the whole lot of everything lately. Hopefully it's not big enough to actually get lost in but apparently that's for later-him to worry about.

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Listen, just sitting around in the diner, writing things, not asking for special food? Yeah, he's interested. Tommy's been in and out putting out food he and Radley had cooked, but at last he's going mad.

From the counter he sighs and taps his fingers against the counter.

"Whatcha writing?"

“After the insanity of the last while, probably nothing that makes much sense in its current state.” Sometimes the mood was more just internal capslock screaming. Coherency, what's that? Sounds fake. “It's supposed to be a short story, though.”

Was it really that much more insane than other things? Tommy didn't think so.

"Oh. So art. Which probably means you don't want poked. People don't like interrupted while they're doing art. Want some coffee?"

Sure, Cheryl could have run into Jughead doing anything else, anywhere else, but it's the diner, cup of tea in her hands, and she just has to insert herself into his bubble, without even asking for an invitation.

She slips into the booth, across from him and wastes no time in criticizing, "You're on an alien planet, and you're writing?" Cheryl raises her eyebrows, then takes in a cleansing breath.

"Please tell me you're at least writing out some plan to get us home?"

She wouldn't be Cheryl if she did any of that any other way, so that's something that feels weirdly normal after months of very much not normal. Finally something not surprising and easy to roll with.

"Not even close. But if you have one you want to write down, I do have a lot of paper and pens." There's a higher likelihood that she was just venting a complaint out into the air than actually wanting to do something about it herself at this very moment, but he's been surprised there before. What he doesn't reiterate yet is that intentionally leaving here doesn't seem to be an option and trying to make it one sounds like a way to speedrun losing your mind faster.

Let Cheryl bring Jughead all of the normal, then.

There is no point in him wasting his breath on repeating that they can't just leave. Cheryl, after all, is determined to demand the situation get rectified, in grand spoiled fashion, until either she gets her way, or she finds a way to force her desires into being.

For now, she sighs, and sadly shakes her head.

"Other than trying to steal one of those ships? I have nothing." So, mostly, she's venting.

"What else do you do here? Aside from dabble in your hobby. Which," Cheryl levels a look at Jughead, "you do at home, anyway."

“Let me know if you try that because it sounds hilarious to watch.” If it were just that easy, almost no one would be here.

“Considering it was a few days after I showed up here that we got dragged off on a couple months of chaos, you probably know as much as I do about what counts as things to do here.” He's not sure if she asked because she needs ideas of her own, or if she wants to see who might be free to help her steal a ship, or if she wants to helpfully suggest what she thinks people should be doing instead of whatever they were doing. So he doesn't really answer the question to see which direction she takes it in.

She's figured that much out, but that isn't going to stop Cheryl from attempting some sort of escape.

And Cheryl is asking questions to see what direction Jughead takes things in. Not that she isn't above attempted manipulation into ship stealing, but she's fairly aware Jughead is too smart to get pushed in directions he doesn't want to go.

"At least we're at the same starting point. But I don't wish to just spend my time here doing the same thing we do back home," Cheryl points out. It might be easy, and comforting ( and it's only a matter of time before she ends up painting ), but yes, she would rather be stealing ships.

“If it's a kind of place where we get a lot of insanity and only slight breaks from it, I'm taking advantage of any reprieve we get.” Starting now, apparently. He's not waiting around to see how fast more insanity hits.

He's not going to point out that she doesn't have to do the same things she does at home just because other people are falling back on things like that. “What would rather be doing?” A half second's pause before he adds, “That is not ship stealing.” The smallest hint of an amused smile showing.

Interruptions could be interesting, so, “I don't mind it. And there's no not-so-secret underground bunkers in the middle of a forest to hide out into here.” He says the last bit almost like it's a joke, but no, there was one of those back home, so, yeah. But, in answer to the question — “Sure.”

"Oh, no, that's in Temba itself. But don't go there, man. Calibrations are horrible."

Sorry, he's got to admit there are secret bunkers and they are evil. With that little bomb dropped he goes to dig out some of their limited coffee supply. Less limited now.

Well, now that he puts her on the spot and asks her, Cheryl can't deny, so far, what she's done is talk to people, find a kindred spirit, and make up their own ball game so they have something to cheer to. She might look a bit sheepish.

"Mayhap you have a point, Juggie. I haven't exactly considered new prospects." Except stealing a ship - her lips turn up, because she gets the indication, from his smile, he might already have her number there.

“So if not any new ones, any old ones?” Something, after all, was usually better than nothing (depending on the something, of course, but in this case — yes). He'd guess that in most if not all ways, she is probably doing a better job of finding something of a place for herself here than he had and has. Which is definitely a good thing.

Good thing he's definitely, 100%, absolutely the kind of person who doesn't do the thing when someone tells them not to do the thing — yep, definitely. “What kind of horrible?”

"Like... Your whole life bleeding out in front of others for them to see, no matter what you want. Invasive, a loss of self because you have to pour it out for them to look at, to analyze, to judge."

ANd Tommy shudders. Because that was horrible for him.

Cheryl's eyes flicker away in discomfort - Jughead has it, in one, and now they both know it - then she looks back to him as she admits, "A lovely girl I met here, and I, came up with a possible ball game. We're both cheerleaders, so I suppose it's only natural we want something to cheer on."

She is, of all things, making friends. Slowly. A little bit here, a little bit there. But that's a major improvement in her life in general, and perhaps not actually something she would be doing at home.

“That's very you.” Not said as a bad thing, however. If anyone was going to find another cheerleader here, it would be Cheryl. “Who would have guessed finding more people to recruit as River Vixens was as easy as landing on an alien planet?” A little more of a joke, because, obviously, this was not easy and was very convoluted.

It's also just how Cheryl deals. Why mourn in peace when she perform and get noticed while she mourns?

She laughs, a little.

"If anyone is going to recruit on an alien planet, it would be me," Cheryl points out to him. Nothing is going to stop her when she wants something, it's that simple.

(#mood.)

“Because that doesn't happen enough already without the help of anything else.” Yes, he is at least 85% sarcasm and cynicism. That said, new plan: take the advice and don't go down there. “Good to know this place definitely likes its 'if it sounds interesting, it's probably a trap' rules, though.”

Does it happen without external issues? Seriously man, if it does, maybe you need to get that checked.

"Not 'probably' a trap. Absolutely a trap. A lot of this place is. But that place more than others. Nothing like being holed up for a month with everybody testy."

“Anyone else could try it, but they would suck at it.” You know, unlike her. Because, yes, it is that simple, nothing and no one could stop her. Plus, there were definitely riskier things to try, so if he doesn't immediately have to worry about the only other person from home getting into Some Shit, that's better anyway.

Wow, he is just being so nice to her, and while they're both serpents now, so maybe that's it, Cheryl still has to peer at Jughead for a moment.

But then, if she as here alone, before him, she can only imagine how glad she would feel to run into someone from home, the relief that would give her. It's the only reason she stops and doesn't give Jughead a hard time about it, yet.

"You're right. They would. So this requires my personal touch."

It can be both things. She'll probably figure that out soon enough, but for now she may just have to be at least slightly confused by it.

"Then you should probably get to planning that one."

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maybe wrap and something new for July?

Sounds perfect 🎉