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A fair, they said? It was one of the things that kept Han going when it came to being at this event. Just because she was away at this thing didn't mean she was immune from her diplomatic duties. Her phone, specifically assigned by the government for diplomatic purposes, was always ringing. Han couldn't even take the time to tinkle before it went off with some issue or request the people of Tuyen Phu had. It was rather frustrating for Han, but she knew that the people of Tuyen Phu didn't stop living their lives just because she was someplace entirely different. She spent many a night perched over a desk, scribbling notes down on a stationary, trying to work her way through the various issues that the people of Tuyen Phu had.

The day of the fair had rolled around, and Han had made it explicit that she was not to be disturbed unless it was truly, TRULY dire, which in that case her phone would ring because of the one person authorized to do so had to. Standing in the main hall of her temporary place of residence, she threw her hair behind her back, exposing her tattoos that were so popular with her fellow members of royalty. "Ayo Ricardo! Get your bitch ass in here!" Han yelled, fixing her hair so it didn't look scruffy, as well as subtly flex the pieces of jewelry hanging from her ears. A dainty, older man walked in from seemingly nowhere, and looked at Han. "You look splendid, Princess." All Han was really wearing was a black tank top, and a pair of light wash jeans since she knew she was going to be on her feet all day at a fair. It wasn't like she had the intention of sitting down and just playing with herself all day. She needed to get around and get a move on if she wanted to make her time worthwhile.

"I know." Han smirked, "A bitch always be slaying, ya feel?" The princess made a little gesture indicating her satisfaction with herself. "God, I hope Skinny Dick will be there." She said, "I ain't even know if I even seen that dude this whole damn event! We been here weeks and we still ain't see him or his microscope dick. I miss the guy, even though he's right fuckin there. It's kinda hard not to, you can always feel that small dick energy of his. Ironic, right? Small dick, big energy. I don't even fuckin' know, Ricardo." The preoccupation with her own kingdom's affairs, as well as Erik's preoccupation with his own affairs (namely, Ara), had kept the two from interacting with each other much. It was rather frustrating to behold, but Han was hoping that this day was a good opportunity to see if she could vibe with her homie from another nation.

Taking a deep breath, Han put a hand on the door handle, ready to make her way to the limousines that were awaiting these members of royalty. "You think that slavery bitch gonna be around too? I hope not, I don't wanna see him or his goofy ass." Stepping out of the room, Han made her way downstairs, her loyal aide following by her side. "I hope this fair got some rad ass rides, bruh. I ain't tryna sit there all day. What's the point of the fair if there's nothing worthwhile there? I always been hearing about these fairs, but I gotta see this shit for myself. A bitch wanna be experiencing shit!" She said, putting a foot on the steps leading down to the limousine. "Tellin' ya, Ricky, I wish you could come, dude. Y'know, I don't think I've seen you smile once dude. What's up with that? You got a tiny dick too or what?"

Ricardo was always the subject of Han's tirades about tiny dicks and how this person lacked the balls to be the leader of the country, but every single day he just stood there and listened. Never even bothered to offer his own take on things. Surely, he had to have had his own opinions. He was human, just like Han. It was nigh impossible that he just took what Han said and didn't have his own thoughts on it. Han thought about it from time to time, but she figured that it was better for him to just take it and not say anything. Avoid making the princess mad and firing him, even though he'd been with her since she was a baby.

Walking out to where the cars were, Han saw a rather familiar face. No fuckin' way. Speak of the devil. A small smile grew on Han's face as the gears clicked in that brain of hers and she realized who it was. Stepping a little closer so she didn't have to yell, Han put a hand up to Erik's shoulder and tapped lightly. "Yo, Skinny Dick! Is that you?"
all good! :)


Gathering with the Knights of the Round Table in the bleachers, Samantha looked bored as ever. The only saving grace about this assembly was that she was next to some of her favorite people at Rosefell High. That little thing made this drag of an "event" much better than it had any perceivable right to be. It was the same fucking shtick every year. Something about budget cuts, because this school was somehow receiving LESS funding every year, and something about how money was being pumped into the football team even though they could barely break even on the season. Additionally, there was the same spiel about not getting trouble and all of that fun stuff. For the freshman, it was the first rodeo, but for seasoned veterans like Samantha and the rest of the Knights, it was a speech that was more than drilled into her head.

Samantha found the little mention of choosing Rosefell as their home for another year. It was utterly redundant, as it wasn't like most, if not all of the student population could afford to relocate and move out of their little suburb. Samantha's eyes were rolling into the back of her head, and she could damn well nearly see into the back of her cranium. Speaking of cranium, she also didn't understand why it was necessary for the football team to get new helmets in lieu of funding the arts and having equipment readily available for the arts. It wasn't like the new helmets was going to help them any further or protect them any better. Their brain (or whatever was in their cranium) was still going to be sloshing around in their skulls. Samantha couldn't have cared less about the football team, but god damn it if it wasn't unfair if the arts had to suffer to fund the football team. What good was the football team going to do?

To make this assembly a little worse, the information that they had a mandatory home-ec class was something that had come as a shock to Samantha. It made sense that there was a home-ec class, but to make everyone do it was weird. Samantha wasn't particularly interested in spending an hour or so every day learning skills that she already knew. Some people were in desperate need of a lesson or ninety, but Samantha? Samantha could take care of herself. She knew how to cook, clean, and write a resume. She could already see it being a blow-off class for her, probably figure out a way to sneak her phone in and text in the back of the classroom all day. The girl was far from interested in being told how to do things she already knew how to do.

"Are you serious..." Samantha groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose. It was meant for the people in her immediate area to hear, like Daze or Rich Brian. "That's the dumbest idea I've heard... shoving all of us in those classes? Where did they even find the money to hire all those teachers? Couldn't they use that money to... I don't know... provide supplies for those kids that need to bring their own? Bruh." Samantha shook her head, "I hope we're at least in the class together... I still don't know what your schedules are."
Car racing.

Never see anyone do a car racer roleplay


I've got a racing 1x1 that's been going on for about... 5-6 years?

It's way, way harder to do in groups because you're gonna have to determine things with dice rolls and people have egos and don't like it when their characters lose.





Han was always one to welcome compliments, especially when it came to her tattoos. Something so brave and controversial had actually ended up getting her much respect among her peers, which wasn't exactly the effect that Han had anticipated on it having. Everyone standing around her was complimenting them, and she was definitely feeling good about them for sure. A smile flashed across her face, relishing in the glory of her tattoos for just a minute, before she cleared her throat. "Why, thank you!"

Hearing Phillip ask a question about what to do in Aciras, Han wasn't entirely sure as to what there was to do here. She'd been here many times on official business, but rarely ever did she come for pleasure, if at all. She didn't know what the people of Aciras did for fun, or what sort of tourist attractions there were. There was bound to be something, she just needed someone to point her in the right direction. Han put a hand under her chin, trying to communicate that she was thinking about it.

"Outside of this, I'm not sure. I haven't really been to Aciras for pleasure before." She shrugged, "Any suggestions?"
I can't believe you let him drag you in here, Nim.


HEY.
holy shit you did it
last night i downloaded like 450 game modes and maps for reach

it was the most fun i've had in eons


throwback to that time we all drove off to our deaths
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