Hey Im Jordan

CANCELLED.

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_{A @smarty0114 & @Hey Im Jordan collab
Featuring: Katie Callaghan, Scott Lyon, Alison Callaghan & Owen Lyon
Location: The Callaghan Home, Friday Night}

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Katie Callaghan knew a lot of things. She knew, for instance, that the Globe Theatre in London was the only building with a thatched roof. She knew that water boiled at 100 degrees, she knew that Voldemort died in the end, she knew many, many things, and now she knew that sex with Scott Lyon was fucking amazing. Or should it be, amazing fucking?

Granted, Katie didn’t have anything to compare it to. She’d kissed boys before, but that was the extent of her sexual awakening. Until tonight. Now, Katie was lying down, nestled into Scott’s side, her hand absentmindedly tracing circles against his bare chest. This, she had decided, was good. As her eyes drifted across the room, she spotted an anomaly amongst the many other decorations.

“What’s that?” Katie asked, pointing to a piece of fabric adorned with a number of patches, draped across a chair.

If you asked Scott what the best day of his life was, up until an hour ago, he would have confidently said the day that he beat Katie in the school chess tournament. Now? It would be today. From the anxiety of telling her his feelings, to the exhilaration of kissing her for the first time, and finally… the capstone; the climax of what they’d just done. It was perfect, and he’d remember it forever.

When she was snuggling against him, Scott was gazing at her body and playing with her hair. He wasn’t paying attention to much else, because the truth was nothing else really mattered, and it wasn’t until she spoke that the spell was broken. Scott looked away and peered toward what she was pointing at, “Oh, uh. That’s my Boy Scout sash.”

Katie sat up, holding a blanket to her chest, and looked at Scott, confusion etched across her face. “I’m sorry, are you telling me that I just lost my virginity to a Boy Scout?” the blonde asked. There was no way Scott could be a Boy Scout, no fucking way. She was sure this was some sort of joke, some elaborate plan to mess with her.

“Well, I’m a couple of weeks away from being an Eagle Scout, but… yeah.” Scott replied, watching her sit up and out of his arms. “Is this a big deal?” He asked, sitting up as well; though Scott didn’t make the effort to cover himself with a blanket, instead he just tilted his head. Why was she acting like it was weird? “I guess it just never came up before?”

“It’s just, when I thought about what you did in your free time I thought of you and AJ riding around trying to pick up girls, not you pitching tents and selling popcorn,” Katie said, smirking. She was beginning to realize, that there was still a lot about Scott that remained a mystery to her. “You are just full of surprises.”

Scott shook his head as she smiled at him and rolled his eyes, “look, AJ’s cool and he's my best friend, but the dude is kind of a whore… he doesn't really do the Scout stuff with me.” Scott said as he twisted his body to look more directly at her, and added, “for the record, I don't ride around picking up chicks. I was also a virgin.”

“AJ and my brother used to screw in my house, all the time. I am very aware that AJ is far from Scout material,” Katie said, chuckling. She blushed at Scott’s admission and placed a hand against his chest. “You coulda fooled me,” she replied, winking. Smiling, she glanced over to her phone, and saw there was a text from her mom. Grabbing it off the nightstand, she swiped it open, and scanned the text.

From:Mommy
On our way home :) We’re bringing you breadsticks!

“Fuck!” Katie leaped out of bed and frantically began putting her clothes back on, muttering expletives to herself before finally looking up at Scott. “I need you to get dressed, and take me home, or else my mom is going to kill me, and this will be the one and only time we have sex,” Katie said as she pulled her pants on.

Meanwhile, at the Callaghan home, a different car pulled up to the house and parked in front of it. Specifically? Owen Lyon’s red and black Lamborghini Aventador. Owen shut off the car and walked up to the door, carrying a copy of the day's newspaper. He reached out a hand and pushed the doorbell button. Now, he waited. This phase of his plan was either going to go very well, or exceedingly poorly. Either way, at this point it was premeditated, and that carried a much longer vacation than heat of passion. Beating Jamie up was no longer an option — now he had to teach Jamie to quit playing with his name in other ways.

Alison and Henry Callaghan had just arrived home from their own date night. The twins were at their friends house, Jamie was temporarily ungrounded so he could go out with Marshall, and Katie was, as far as they knew, locked in her room listening to unnecessarily loud music. When the doorbell rang, Alison came out of the kitchen, where she’d been putting away leftovers from dinner, her heels clacking against the marble floor. “I’ve got it Henry!” she called, as she opened the door to see an unfamiliar, teenage boy standing on her doorstep. “Can I help you?” she asked, smiling kindly from behind the door.

Owen returned the smile as she opened the door and even went so far as to hold his hand out for her to shake. “Hi, Mrs. Callaghan. I’m Owen Lyon; you might know my mother… but that’s not important. I go to school with Jamie and Katie, and I was wondering if I could talk to you for a little bit? About Jamie.” There, that was a good start, right?

Alison’s smile was replaced by a perplexed expression. Why would Kylie Lyon’s son be here? She’d met Kylie a few times, at various red carpets and charity events, but they weren’t exceptionally close. She knew that Owen was in Jamie’s year though, which brought her back to the question of why he wanted to talk about Jamie. “Come in,” Alison said, opening the door all the way for Owen to come in. She shut the door behind him, and then led him to the sitting room.

The sitting room was a small, square room, with a luxurious red loveseat, and two matching arm chairs, set in a circle around a glass coffee table. Alison took one of the armchairs, and gestured towards the loveseat. “Please, take a seat.” Alison smiled softly as Owen sat down, and once he was she jumped straight to the point. “Now, what did you want to discuss?”

“Straight to the point. I can appreciate that.” Really, Owen was horribly awkward when talking to people, so skipping the small talk was good for him. He’d already played out what he was going to say in his head multiple times, and that she was just going to let him say it made the whole situation a lot easier on him. “On Tuesday night, there was a party hosted by Brian Helmsley on a boat. I’m sure you’re aware of this, but Jamie was there. On the boat, he spoke with my then-ex-but-we’re-together-now girlfriend, Trixie Kingsley. I guess they talked about our relationship, because Trixie — who was very drunk at the time — had a conversation with Ophelia Brycen, my cousin, and Trixie told him what the conversation was about.

“I don’t know if you know this, but like my father is, I’m a pretty private person? That’s sort of why, despite being a Lyon, I don’t really attend red carpets, or Galas, or anything like that. And people have wanted me to talk about some drama that happened at school so they could put it on the morning show, or the paper or anything… but I’m not really interested in having my life be in the public eye like that. So I always declined.” He paused, and sat the newspaper down, pointing at the article in question, “Jamie, I guess, went around that; after I’d already asked him not to write about me or this situation. After talking with Trixie, he wrote and published this, I think without talking to the editor, which basically stirs up more drama and is going to do nothing but make my life hell. I’m not above taking things into my own hands, so to speak, but I let cooler heads prevail, and decided to go this route, rather than talking to Jamie myself. That doesn’t work, but I figure his mother can reign him. Thank you for listening.” BOOM. That was fucking easy, and no one would call him a gay beater.

Alison sat quietly for a moment after Owen was done talking, mulling over his words. She picked up the paper and read the article Owen had pointed to. She sighed. “Thank you, Owen, for coming to talk to me. I understand where you’re coming from, and I’ll talk to Jamie,” Alison said. Her tone was noticeably colder, tinged with a forced politeness. She stood up, the newspaper in her hand. “Before you go, I wanted to ask you something. Jamie’s black eye, you wouldn’t happen to know where it came from?” Alison was many things, but stupid was not one of them. She knew Jamie’s black eye was from something he’d wanted to keep a secret from her. Owen went to school with him, so it was a fair guess that he’d know something.

Owen could sense the shift in her tone of course, and he made a bit of a face. Along with the shift in tone came the realization that she probably didn’t believe him, or worse: didn’t care. On second thought, maybe beating Jamie was what he should have done… no, if he’d done that then the school might expel him or something. The question became ‘is expulsion a bad thing?’ The answer was unfortunately yes, so long as his mother cared about his schooling as she tended to do.

When Alison stood, Owen stood up. When she asked her question, he was left at a crossroads. He could either tell her the truth, and risk his whole plan, or he could simply dodge the question, and let things play out the way they were gonna. “Uhm, I don’t know…” Owen then trailed off, looking out past the woman to the window as he noticed someone fumbling around out there…

...Scott couldn’t believe this was happening. He was seriously helping his new girlfriend sneak back into her house so she could act like she’d been home all night. It was like a bad romantic comedy. To top it all off? “What the fuck is Owen’s car doing here?”

“I don’t know! Katie hissed as she pushed off her boyfriend’s hand and pulled herself onto her balcony. “He probably came to kick Jamie’s ass, and found my mom instead,” Katie theorized, as she leaned over the balcony railing to peer down at Scott. “Which reminds me, you need to go, so I don’t get murdered.”

“I don’t think… I’ll text him, or something. Wait, just like that?” Scott asked, staring back up at her. “I don’t even get like a kiss goodbye?” He didn’t know boyfriend girlfriend etiquette, but it seemed like he was getting the shaft here, and not in the good way.

Katie rolled her eyes. “Scott, my parents could discover me at any minute, and this is what you’re worried about?” The blonde turned to go back into her room, before pausing for a moment, and spinning back around to blow a kiss at Scott. “Happy?” she asked, crossing her arms and staring down at Scott.

“I guess I’m as happy as I can be.” Scott said, rolling his eyes. He did take the chance to blow her a kiss back, “we’ll do it properly tomorrow?” He asked, before he turned his attention to the window, peering inside of it. “It looks like Owen is talking to your mom?”

“What the fuck? What’s he saying?” Katie asked. What could he be talking to her mom about? Was it too much to ask that BHHS and her home stay separate?

Meanwhile Alison was waiting for Owen to pick up the train of thought he’d apparently lost, having trailed off into a moment of silence. Cocking her eyebrow and fixing Owen with the same stare that her daughter used on his cousin, she noticed he was staring past her. She began to turn, to see what he was looking at but before she could…

Scott you motherfucker…

“I punched Jamie! I gave him the black eye.” There, that should at least distract her before she looked across the way and saw Scott and Katie sneaking into the house to do God knows what. Of course, now Owen’s entire plan was flummoxed.

Alison whirled back to face Owen, nostrils flaring, her eyebrows knitted together in a piercing glare. “I think it’s time you left, Owen,” she said through gritted teeth, walking past him and towards the front door, which she held open for him. As he walked past her she left him with a warning. “You don’t have kids yet Owen, so I don’t expect you to understand this, but I’m going to say it anyways. If you touch my son, or any of my kids for that matter, ever again, I will not be nearly as kind as I’ve been tonight. Good night.”

“Jamie showed up uninvited to private property and hit me first. Just sayin’.” Owen didn’t have anything else to say, and so he walked away. Clearly, this plan wasn’t going to work, and it was high time he pull in bigger guns. Beating Jamie up was looking juicier and juicier every second that passed. He hit the unlock button on his car and slid into the driver’s seat, and he was gone, just as quickly as he’d showed up.

“It looks like Owen just left? I don’t know what they were talking about, but neither of them seemed happy.” Scott said up to Katie, with a shrug of his shoulders, “I dunno. I’ll call Owen after I get home, maybe I’ll see what’s up.” It seemed fair to him, and now that Katie was on the roof… it seemed like his work was done. “So I guess I just leave now?”

Katie stirred from her thoughts to glance down at Scott. “Oh, uh, yeah. Thank you. Tonight was...it was nice,” Katie said, smiling softly down at Scott. “Let me know what Owen says!” she added, before waving good night, and returning to her room, all without her mother knowing. Mission complete.

Secrets

hey its me ur little sister

_{Megara Brianna Reese}

Birthday:

April 2nd, 2006; 12:03 A.M.

Age:

13 wonderful years

Appearance:

You see her up at the top there? I know you see her.
Short even for her age.
Light weight.
She considers herself to be ‘spry,’ if she were asked to define herself in one word.

Position:

Youngest child in the Reese Family. At least that isn’t missing.

Secret:

Family Known: Really likes to burn stuff
Abi has been informed by Megara’s psychiatrist that there’s a chance she might be a little sociopathic.
Closed Secret: ;)

School

She is in the eighth grade.

Occupation

Babysits sometimes. Is very clear that she has no intention of ever working ta the family diner. Voluntarily does community service, anywhere from picking up litter, to reading to younger children at the library. She also tries to attend city council meetings when she can.

She’s looking at picking up a paper route or something. These hobbies are expensive and SHE’S GOT NO MONEY.

Personality:

First and foremost, Megara is smart. She’s smarter than she should be at her age, and has happily been in the gifted students program for a few years now — something she hopes will bleed over to her higher education. Secondly, Megara can take care of herself, and is very proud of her ability to do so. She only needs the help of adults when she wants to go somewhere her bike won’t take her; a very rare occurrence.

Even so, she’s warm and friendly when she’s with the right people. She likes to talk and tell people her ideas, of which she has many. She thinks it’s important to win friends and be able to influence people; she understands this even at a young age. There are still a lot of lessons she needs to learn… mostly about love and betrayal, but for the most part she’s read enough to prepare her for the worst.

She’s also recently found herself to be hyper competitive. She likes to play Yu-Gi-Oh! online and would go to locals if she could. She’s finding it hard to do two things: 1) find people who play Yu-Gi-Oh! in 2018 in real life, and 2) afford the actual real cards she needs to build her deck. She’s almost there. Okay, not really.

All in all, she’s very much your run of the mill 13-year-old girl. She hasn’t been shaken to the core like one would expect by either her mother’s suicide nor her father and little sister’s disappearance. She’s taking both things quite well; so well, in fact, that she’s been banished to therapy as a result of it.

Short Bio:

Click Me I’m Important I Promise

“What do you like to do, when you’re alone?”

At first, Megara didn’t answer the therapist; she just stared at him like she was wondering why he’d ask something so… pointless. “I dunno? Burn stuff, I guess.” There, that seemed like a solid answer, and it was followed up by the scribbling in a notepad, before the doctor asked her another question.

“That’s it, huh? Do you have any movies you like to watch..?”

“TRON: Legacy. Hey, Doc, aren’t you supposed to ask me questions about my dead mom and my missing dad and sister?” Megara’s voice wasn’t shakey, and didn’t betray an emotion other than confusion. “I’m pretty sure that’s what we pay you the big bucks for. You’re supposed to help me ‘cope.’ Whatever that means. It kinda seems like a sham to me. I come. We talk. I leave. I feel the same. And you, sir, have a big notepad filled with notes about a thirteen year old girl...”

“Well… That’s not wrong… Okay. Let’s try your way. How do you feel about your mother’s death? Upset? Sad? Angry, perhaps?”

“None of the above. Annoyed is a better word for how I feel.” Megara adjusted in the large, comfortable armchair she was seated in. Maybe now they’d make some progress! The sooner she was classified as ‘cured,’ the sooner she could stop giving up two hours of her precious summertime on Fridays. There was more scratching on the notepad before another nod, and another question thrown her way.

“That’s a strange emotion to pick…”

“No. It isn’t. I’m annoyed. My mother took the coward’s way out, and now I’m sitting here talking to you. It should be her in this chair, not me. She didn’t even try to deal with it, she just… did what she did.” Bitter. Exhausted. “And now, because I’m ‘the baby’ and I’m so ‘shaken’ by what’s happened, I’m here. Because they think I need it, and they can’t even think for one second that I might just be as okay as I told them I am. At least I’m keeping your lights on, right? Not to mention that I have to do my own hair every morning!”

“...what of your father and younger sister?”

“I just wish he’d taken with me instead of Maya. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to go through therapy, and kids and adult around town wouldn’t treat me differently… Like I’m ‘broken,’ or whatever. I’m sure that Dad will be back when he wants to be.”

“Have you stopped to consider if they… never come back?”

“I already lost one. What’s another?”

Stinging bitterness.

More scribbling in the notebook. “I think we’re out of time for this week, Meg… Same time, same place?”

“Like I have a choice.”

She was born to make a difference.

Megara has always been one step ahead of her peers. A little smarter, a little more clever, a little more aware of her surroundings. She tries to be ‘active’ and a part of her community, going to the most lengths that a thirteen year old can to do such. She’s no political activist, at least not yet, but she does volunteer at the animal shelter, clean up the parks, and is a favorite of the library’s reading buddy program.

She’s very young, and for her history there’s not much to tell. She grew up happy, and loved — like all the Reese children. She was never very dependent on her family though; from the moment she could walk, she’s gone wherever she wanted, and largely done what she wanted. By the time she was nine, she got herself up and ready for school, and was even capable of making her own food. If not pancakes, then at least toaster waffles.

For the most part, she didn’t draw attention in the family. She blended in — at best. She was quiet at home, didn’t speak out, never did anything wrong, and took care of herself. It wasn’t until her mother committed suicide that attention was drawn to Megara. Very suddenly and very abruptly, people wanted to know how she was feeling, how she was doing it. The simple truth of the matter:

“Fine.”

Wasn’t enough for them. Everyone around her, from her teachers to her older siblings assumed she was bottling up her emotions, and she wound up in therapy as a result. Every Friday, for two hours. Every. Single. Friday. It’s torture, and she’s not sure why no understands that she’s as fine as she says she is. They were getting close to making a ‘breakthrough,’ which Megara hoped meant she was finally going to be free of this burden…

And then her father up and disappeared, and her apparent steadfastness with this new outcome has put her back at square one with the therapist and everyone around her.

If another person asks her ‘how are you doing...?’ she’s going to scream.

Cinema General

<Snipped quote by Altered Tundra>
They are just more objective than some dude who thinks Marvel movies are "dope".

@Inkarnate

i honestly feel so attacked right now.

Cinema General

<Snipped quote by Altered Tundra>

Please elaborate on these supposed biases that film reviewers have. Film criticism serves a dual function of collecting a general feel on a movie as well as a way for the general public to see if a movie they're on the fence about is worth the ticket price. Truly great critics will elaborate on what aspects made the film work or not work while not being bogged down in pretension. How are critics wrong when it's largely a well informed opinion?

And Tom Hardy has done at least six bad movies:

The Dark Knight Rises

@Fabricant451

TAKE IT BACK.

Cinema General

I don't know about everyone else, but I'd rather not take the word of critics because here's a shocker! They're likely to be hella biased. When I see it for myself, I'll decide if I deem it "worse than Catwoman", not go off the word of some critic who may or may not be wrong. But ya know, given Tom Hardy hasn't done a bad movie yet and has always given stellar performances, I'd be willing to bet I won't be disappointed.

@Altered Tundra

they took his favorite parts out of the movie. also i'd agree with you. the critics have, however, mentioned that all of the good parts of the movie are because tom hardy is trying and ain't no one else.

idk

if it fails, sony will sell sony pictures to disney faster so no complaints

Cinema General

Venom sucking is uber disappointing.

Cinema General

youtube.com/watch?v=tg52up16eq0

so good

CANCELLED.

_{@Fabricant451 | @Hey Im Jordan}

_{Kit “IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU” Thomas and Hana “This was a mistake” Park}
Time: Thursday at 4:00

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Kit had been waiting on the porch for about five minutes. Not too long, not too late. She’d been given a specific time that Hana was going to arrive at her house, and then she’d Googled whether or not she should wait outside, and Google had told her that yes, she should. So, here she was. Only, as she waited, she started thinking about the day, and how this was going to go, and she realized then and there that she wasn’t really prepared to meet her hero.

Didn’t the Doc always say not to meet your heroes? She was doing exactly that! And the Doc was one of the smartest people that young Kit knew! She was pacing with her arms behind her back by the time that the vehicle approached their luxurious home, and she only stopped when she heard the footsteps approaching and looked up to see Hana within speaking distance. Alone. Not at school. With no plan, and no Hailey to call and reign Hana in.

Oh god.

What was she going to say!? “HELLO, WOULD YOU LIKE A SIP OF WATER?” If the Thomas clan had neighbors, they probably heard Kit’s voice as she bellowed in Hana’s direction, and immediately put her face in her hands, mortified. “I just yelled at you.”

Almost immediately Hana was regretting this if all she could expect was to be yelled at like a pet that had made a bit of a mess on the floor. Even though they were outside, Kit’s voice carried and Hana was startled back and almost tripped over herself onto the ground but fortunately her coordination wasn’t so terrible. It left things in a rather awkward state with Hana desperately looking to see if Hailey’s limo was turning around while Kit was standing looking like she’d just gotten tragic news about a loved one.

”I’ll take a soda if you have one?” Hana started to reach out to offer a comforting tap on Kit’s shoulder but she got about as far as lifting her arm before dropping it back to her side. This...this was going to be something.

Phew. It wasn’t all over yet, Kit. The dream still lived, though it was arguably on life support. She nodded, and gestured for Hana to follow her into the house. She opened the door and walked inside, leading the way to the kitchen. After she grabbed a pair of cups, however, Kit didn’t stop to get drinks from the fridge, instead again looking over her shoulder to make sure Hana was following her, before beginning to lead her way up the marble staircase, “I have a thingy in my room.”

Though Kit didn’t fully grasp how ominous that may have sounded to the reluctant, nervous Hana, she didn’t seemed to care either way. “So this is my house. The Doc and the Professor — oh, uh, that’s my mom and dad. — are out for the day, they’ll be back in the morning. We have the place to ourselves!” She smiled, and stopped at door that had her initials (well, name) engraved at the top of the wood: K.I.T. Kit opened the door, and it revealed a room that looked like it had just been cleaned, even to the point that it smelled like Febreeze.

In the corner was ‘thingy’ Kit had mentioned: a Coca Cola freestyle machine. “Ta da! You can have whatever kind you want. It might be out of vanilla root beer. I… I have a slight addiction...”

The first thought that crossed Hana’s mind was how everyone she knew seemed to live in better places than she did. She shared an apartment with her sister which wasn’t exactly spacious or glamorous and certainly wasn’t the best when it came to privacy - on more than one instance Hana’s anger at a poor raid group was met with Abby banging on the wall and asking her to tone it down. If she felt jealous or inferior she was exceptionally good at not showing it. The second thought was on seeing the initials on the door. ”Your name isn’t Kit?

Hana didn’t know exactly where to sit in Kit’s room, instead looking around and quietly wondering if it was usual for people to have rooms big enough to have Coke machines in them when she barely had enough room for her desk and monitor. The scent of air freshener she let go without comment. ”Well..you’ve got a very...spacious room.”

“Oh, uh. Nah. My name is Kathryn, but I really prefer Kit and variations of it, so please just use that.” Kit said, looking over at Hana again before she held out a cup. Hana could select her own drink, Kit wasn’t about to scroll through the options. With Hana’s second comment, she looked around the room, and then nodded her agreement, “yeah, I do. My cousins say I suffer from ‘only child syndrome…’” Kit said, shrugging her shoulders.

To the point, though: Kit’s room was almost hilariously oversized, for one girl of her side. Even the bed, tucked into a corner opposite the machine, was an oversized California King, with a mint-green bedspread. The wall to the left of the door (positioned so that people entering unannounced wouldn’t immediately see what she was doing) was a massive floating desk that stretched across the whole wall, with a square set of four, bezel-less monitors where Kit’s computer was set up. Sliding down the desk took them to the TV, and the controllers sitting in front of it. The whole setup was lit up by RGB LEDs that flashed different colors. The only thing missing from the place being setup for the two of them to play video was a second chair for Hana.

“Oh, dangit. I forgot to roll the second chair in! Hold, please.” Kit held up a finger, and skipped out of the room, leaving Hana to stare at the four wallpapers on the monitors. One was a vertical poster of the Tekken girls, one was a scenic screenshot from FFXIV, the second vertical one was a picture of Iron Man, and the final monitor’s wallpaper was the simplest: the EVO Logo.

With cup in hand and left to her own devices for however long the moment might be, Hana first made her drink selection; the only place she saw machines like this were restaurants or the movie theater. She didn’t want to imagine how difficult it might’ve been to replenish the supply, but having a machine like that would likely help reduce cans clattering and spilling all over the place. Not that Hana ever dropped empty cola cans onto the floor or anything of the sort.

She sipped at vanilla coke and eyed the decor of the room with an inquisitive eye. For a moment Hana wondered what would happen if she opened a closet, would stuff that had been strewn on the floor come barrelling out or would she just find boring clothes? Not that she had any intention of finding out, of course, that would be rude. ”Hmm. Lower La Noscea. Not bad.” Hana remarked upon the scenic image from the MMO that she had a fondness for, the setting sun casting a pinkish hue on the horizon was a telling sight. ”...What the heck is an E, VEE, OH?”

“EVO, dude! Evolution World Championship. It’s a big fighting game tournament that takes place in Vegas every year. It’s where the best of the best of the best compete to be crowned the king of kings! I would very much like to go there. I qualified for the qualifiers… they’re in a couple of weeks. I hope I do good.” Kit was back in the room, pushing a chair for Hana, with a pan with a cake sitting on the seat, alongside two plates and silverware, which Kit sat up on the desk.

“So I made this vanilla custard cake. I figure you probably like vanilla, right?” Kit patted the chair, “Sit. You can sit.” Kit then went to the soda machine, and filled her cup up with some Hi-C, then took a seat at her own chair. “If you want, I can order some pizza or something for later too. We have the internet. We could Uber Eats some McDonald’s. That’s… that’s not a bad idea…” Kit held up a finger to indicate that she needed one last thing, before hopping out of her seat and heading over to the closet.

When she opened the door, it would be at Hana’s discretion if the result was ‘good’ or ‘bad.’ Behind Kit’s closet door… was nothing but neatly stored away clothes… and a piece of glassware that Kit pulled out, bringing it to the desk and sitting back down at her chair. “I’ll do it outside, since your mouth is probably virginal and I don’t wanna ruin that.”

Jeez, she was like a ninja with how she responded suddenly. A ninja wielding cake and a chair, which Hana sat in as soon as it was offered; the cake she accepted but set aside for the moment. The royal treatment felt a bit wasted on her, Hana didn’t think she warranted being impressed or the like, but so it was. ”Fighting games? Yeah you mentioned you played them. I...am not exactly an expert but good luck, I guess.” This was awkward, wasn’t it? That feeling the other out phase, the trying to make polite conversation but having nothing substantial to add to it. It was like a date.

”What do you mean virginal? I have a girlfriend. We kiss.” Of course Hana knew what a bong was but she wasn’t putting two and two together with Kit’s comments. Personally Hana didn’t partake, nor was she going to.

“I know you’re not an expert. There’s a YouTube video out there of me smackin’ you around.” Kit ended that sentence with a wink, before taking a sip of her mountain dew. “Sure, dude, but I bet you never kissed before that, huh? Anyway, I meant I didn’t want you to breathe in smoke from me doin’ this.” Kit said, before pointing at her bong. Geeze, was Hana dumber than she seemed to be when she played FF? If so, then Kit’s evening was gonna suck.

“I don’t know what you want to play, but I installed every co-op game I could find in my very full very unorganized Steam library.” Kit said, turning the TV on with the remote.

”So you’re the reason why I don’t play those kind of games. It’s not really a fun experience when you try to have a match and your opponent just wins in five seconds.” Hana still remembered the brief foray into other types of content, testing the waters for some kind of potential video gaming channel outside of her usual wheelhouse; it didn’t exactly take after being humiliated when she was just trying to learn how to do a move. ”And yes, I would prefer not to breathe in your smoke.” Did she come off as bitchy? She didn’t want to.

”I don’t really mind what we play...whatever you think would be fun.”

“You gotta learn fighting games, man. They’re basically the truest form of skill in our sport. Every time you lose, you only have yourself to blame. I’m sorry to be the reason that you gave up on something so wonderful. They’re so cool… Every little decision or input that you make has massive influence on the outcome. They’re so deep and cool and I’m sorry I’ll shut up now.” Kit said, grabbing one of the controllers while the screen displayed Big Picture mode. Idly, she scrolled through the game, thinking about what they should play… There was almost too many options; picking one out wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do, especially not when there were so many to choose from. “Geeze, uh. What kinds of games do you like? Dude, there’s so many to pick from… Wanna play LEGO Harry Potter?”

”Our sport?” That terminology confused Hana specifically on account of someone considering their hobby to be a sport. It hit slightly close to home given that Hana was an athlete and thus competed in sport - though now it was more apt to say she was in a new field altogether. It was best to just let the comment slide as just being a simple comment. Kit was nothing if not passionate about her games and Hana could understand; she got a bit passionate about raiding and content clearing enough so to learn mechanics and percentages to take out bosses in the most efficient manner possible.

”They made a video game based on those old, crappy movies?” Hana wasn’t overly familiar with them, but her sister and parents were. It was about the only thing her sister and parents agreed on.

“Dude, not only did they make a game about it, it’s a game where everything is made of LEGOs. Look, dude. Check it out.” Kit gave her explanation while the game booted up to the opening scene. “Press start to join. Then it’s, uh… Square to hit, Circle to interact, and X to jump? Not sure exactly but I think that’s it. First, we have to watch this cutscene.” Kit said, before pointing at the screen that showed the Lego game.

”Wow this must be an old game. None of the characters even talk.” Hana waited for the cutscene to finish, barely registering a chuckle at the game’s unique brand of visual humor and gags before it started proper. ”Okay I’m this big dude with an umbrella? What’re these things we’re collecting when you break stuff?”

“They’re uh… Studs! They’re little LEGO parts. You wanna collect enough on each level that the top bar becomes blue. That’s how you get 100%, and I don’t know about you, but I'm definitely a perfectionist. One hundred percent or bust, for me. So we have to go back after we beat the game,” Kit explained, smiling as she smashed things. “Because, different characters can do different, stuff right? Like, uh, some characters are smaller than others, so they can squeezeeee into tight spaces. Other people jump higher. It’s definitely kiddie, but it’s still fun if you ask me.”

”It’s kinda hard to one hundred percent the games I play, but I do have the highest achievement count on the server and my guild has been in top competition for world firsts...so...I get it.” If there was a way to humble brag about nerd stuff, Hana had just figured it out, and her tone wasn’t all that dissimilar to when Kit had talked about fighting games. ”Oh, there are puzzles in this game? That’s cute. I knew someone that was, like, obsessed with puzzles, she’s probably dropped out by now. Hey, there’s team killing? Don’t even think about it.”

“There are like, a lot of puzzles. That’s basically the hard part of the game.” Kit explained, casually moving her character closer to Hana’s. “What? Team killing? I’d never.” And then, Kit smashed the Square button, smacking Hana’s character until she died. Quickly, Kit spoke up to defend herself. “That wasn’t team killing, that was, uh… punishment for not picking the game we played fast enough and delaying us.” Kit said, grinning dumbly.

”You bitch!” Hana returned the favor by swinging wildly at Kit’s little LEGO caricature but only managed to hit the scenery which promptly exploded into studs. ”That doesn’t even make sense! I let you pick the game, how is that punishment?” Hana knew a little bit about punishment, though Kit didn’t exactly need to know about that. ”Oh, looks like you need me to solve this puzzle...guess we’re not clearing this level, huh.”

Kit was all giggles, bouncing around to keep herself just out of reach of Hana’s attacks, even being cheeky enough to grab a few of the studs that Hana brought to the map. Once they got to the puzzle, and Hana put up her ultimatum, Kit’s giggles stopped. “What?! That’s hardly fair. I told you to pick the game, you can’t just make me pick after that. So you got punished for it. Just like in my Chinese comics.” Kit grumbled, before she reached over to try and snatch Hana’s controller away from her.

Hana’s reflexes as a softballer came into play as she kept the controller out of reach of Kit’s snatching hands. The assault was relentless but Hana was good at playing defense. ”If you don’t team kill I’ll solve the puzzle for us.” An addendum to an ultimatum, a peace treaty to end the war. ”And the word is manhua.”

“Ugh, fine. I won’t do that. And I know what the word is, I was making a meme. Because I’m… Well, it’s not important. Just, can we finish the puzzle?” Kit asked, gesturing for Hana to move along, while Kit cut herself a slice of the custard cake and put it on a plate, taking a bite. “I thought it was funny, though.”

”You can’t just make memes. You sound like my parents. ‘Memes’.” Hana, true to her word, finished the puzzle and allowed for progress to be made. ”I guess everyone has their own...brand of humor. I don’t get it but I’m sure someone out there does.” Hana wasn’t exactly humorless, but it was hard to have a sense of humor when her closest thing to a friend for the longest time was her sister whose idea of a good joke was sub dad-joke level: cop humor. ”I guess this game is alright.”

“Listen to me, Hana. I am a connoisseur of dank maymays. I’m gonna be a streamer, and then my whole chat is gonna be filled with people who wish they were as good at memes as I am.” Kit said wistfully smiling as she took a bite of the cake and watched as the puzzle was completed, and they neared the end of the level. “I think it’s cute and comfy. It’s nothing special, but it’s okay for what we’re doing: talking.”

At that, Hana had to hold in a snicker, though she did a poor job of it and sounded like she was snorting after taking a sip of water - or in this case a sip of vanilla Coke. ”No offense, Kit, but you’re not going to make it as a streamer unless you show skin and act stupid. Trust me, I’ve been down that road. Not the showing skin thing. And the only meme in your chat will be people being shocked that you’ve got boobs and know how to play a game.”

“Oh ye of little faith. Let’s just wait and see about that, huh? You don’t know it, but you’re sitting with the next big thing. The future looks bright, because I am the future, and I’m bright. We’re gonna be a stream team. We’re gonna be Kitastrophic Sunrise. Get it? Don’t laugh.” Kit took another bite of the cake, finishing it up in damn near only three bites, before she looked over at Hana, “do you want to play another level?”

”Back up, what do you mean a team? I didn’t sign up for anything.” Hana lived with a cop, she knew how to deal with distraction questions and she knew how to listen for the meat sandwiched between the pieces of bread that was Kit’s verbiage. ”And that name is too long, Kitana would sound better, like a sword cutting through the crap out there.” In the process, Hana started the next level.

“Like a sword killing off Twitch thots, dude. I like it. We’ll be Kitana. Oh! I guess I didn’t ask. Wanna be a stream team dream team with me?” Kit asked, smiling sweetly at the older girl as they rolled into the next level. Kit was nothing if not persistent, and she wasn’t about to let it go without a fight. “We’d be really cool together. You’re smart, and I’m smart, and you’re entertaining and I’m definitely entertaining.”

”You said team twice.” It was hardly an answer and Hana seemed acutely aware of that fact as she refocused her attention on the game...which amounted to little as the game, while not bad, was hardly challenging with one person let alone two.

“That’s correct, because it’s the team so nice, you gotta say it twice.” Kit said rolling her eyes. “Come on. It’s not like you’re doing anything with your time other than hanging out with Hailey. Instead of posting YouTube videos, just stream with me.”

”Hailey is worth the time I spend with her.” There was a hint of defending honor to her rebuttal even though Kit didn’t really say anything troubling or remotely conflicting. ”Besides that, I also happen to have a job that occupies a great deal of my time. So that’s where my time goes.”

“Quit the job and become a streamer? You’re dating someone from the richest family in history. You can afford to not work, and instead spend time with you new friend Kit.” Kit protested, glancing over at Hana to try and gauge the way Hana was feeling about what she was selling.

”I like my job.” Hana lied through her teeth without so much as a crack in her visage. ”Plus I’m also working for the richest family - Hailey’s dad owns the place. Imagine how that conversation would go? ‘Sorry, sir, I quit, but can I still have sex with your daughter because I quite like having sex with your daughter.’” Hana adopted a mocking, fake masculine voice for some reason even though she was speaking as herself in a hypothetical situation. ”...Forget that last bit about the sex but you get what I’m saying.”

Kit did indeed know that Hailey’s dad owned Captain Cuddles, but she chose to keep her mouth shut about how she felt about him. “...you ain’t really gonna say that stuff about having sex with his daughter, right? Because that’s weird, dude.” Kit asked, shaking her head in disbelief. She didn’t know that Vanilla Sunrise was dumb, but hey… the doc did say to never meet your heroes, and here she was, doing exactly fucking that. “You’re a high school pizza place worker, you’re disposable.”

”Yes, Kit. I’m going to tell my girlfriend’s dad that I like having sex with his daughter. Then the only thing I’ll be having sex with is my dil...dil...lilah...Dililah, this mutual friend. A real...scissor...sister.” The grave was wide enough to fit ten Hana’s in with how quickly she was digging it. ”Plus, I’m meeting Hailey’s dad this Friday, like as a girlfriend. It won’t look good if I quit one day then turn around and have dinner with the guy the next day.”

“I know what a dildo is, dude. I’m not 12, I just turned 15!” Geeze, now Kit was having to do this all awkwardly, and with no idea if it was even going to come close to working. Hana was like a rock! She showed no signs of cracking. “Alright, alright. I give up. You can just come over sometimes and play videogames with me. I won’t bug you to be a stream team dream team.” Kit spoke with a mockingly sad voice, hamming it up to the point that it was almost ridiculous.

Even with the shocking revelation that Kit knew what Hana had almost let slip, Hana wasn’t about to backpedal. They were mere acquaintances and it was incredibly bad form to talk about sex toys on a first meeting. It was like talking about marriage on a first blind date. ”I didn’t say no.” Dammit, why did this girl have to hit Hana with the sad voice, it was like puppy dog eye level of guilt.

“But you didn’t say yes, either… and I know what that means…” Kit said, pushing out her bottom lip slightly as she tilted her head down, though her big, wide open eyes looked up at Hana. “I’m sorry I bugged you with my idea. I know it’s dumb.”

Of course Kit knew how to use the puppy dog eyes, the natural kryptonite of Hana Park and the reason why she was only a strong leader over raid chat. ”Alright, okay, I won’t quit my job but I guess we can try it once.” Despite learning a few tricks of the trade from a uniformed officer, Hana clearly would make for a terrible negotiator.

“Yay! Thank you so much!~” Kit said, leaning up straight and even going so far as to clap her hands. “You’re wonderful. I’m so excited! I have ideas, but we can talk about ‘em later. We got all the time in the world!”

Well..what was the harm in one stream? It would go poorly and Hana would have fulfilled her obligation. Truly a win-win if ever there was one. Hana set her controller on the desk and stood from her chair in order to refill her cup with vanilla Coke. ”We’re not gonna stream you beating me over and over in a fighting game.” Hana had her reputation to think about, though educational game streams were hardly popular outside of speedrunners or the like. Hana returned to her chair, noting the high spirits from the host of the hour. After sipping the cold, refreshing beverage, Hana leaned forward and reached for her controller...as her knuckles brushed past the bong also on the desk. It was when Hana pulled her hand back, with the controller, that the bong tipped, rocked, and tumbled off the edge of the desk, falling onto the floor with a definitive crash.

CANCELLED.

_{Kit “Beds Suck” Thomas
Time: Thursday at 3:45}

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“Echo, don’t be a bitch tonight. I need you to come in with the clutch. How long do I have before she gets here? I know not that much time, but like I got some time right?” Kit asked, speaking aloud to her Assistant as she looked out at her room. It wasn’t like… a mess, but it wasn’t like perfect either. It certainly wasn’t ‘bring your smut-writing, YouTube postin’ idol inside to hang out and hopefully kiss her’ clean. “I have like time to clean and make some snacks right? Oh, man. I should have just accepted the Doc’s help! He said he’d cook! I’m a fool, Echo. A FOOL!” Kit shouted, dramatically turning her head toward the sky as she pumped her fists upward.

From the speakers inside her walls, there first came a sigh. A sigh that could only come from someone who just didn’t understand how their friend could be such a failure “I told you that, Kit, but you didn’t listen to me! You never listen to me, gosh.”

“I mean, first off no. I listen to you all the time. I just elect to ignore the words that come out of your hypothetical, virtual mouth.” Kit snapped in response to her ever sassy, ever annoying, ever pain the ass, ever present Assistant. Idly, Kit wished she could turn Echo off, though she knew if she did that she’d have to do stuff like… manually Google recipes, or some garbage.

“Excuse you? Just because you can’t see my face right now doesn’t make my mouth hypothetical. I’ll give you virtual, but come on. Don’t be a bitch. Assistants are people too, Kathryn.”

“Oof.”

“Big oof.”

“Yeah, well. You did exactly what I asked you not to do and you were a bitch tonight.” Kit muttered, leaning and reaching as far as she could across her bed to pull the blanket back tight. As she did so, she made a mental note, to remind herself that she needed to ask her mother how she made beds so quickly and effectively. It was possible, though, that she was just small. “Who does this? Who makes beds so hard to put together?” She complained, looking down at the bed that she ultimately gave up on. Kit wasn’t a magician, she didn't know how to drag the corner of the top sheet all the way so that it was tight and looked perfect, so the bed would remain crinkled.

“I mean it looks okay. It’s not perfect, but neither are you, so that works.” Echo replied, as Kit rushed toward her dresser. She yanked open the different drawers, until she found the one she was searching for. A Febreze air freshener, which she quickly unpackaged before she jammed it into one of the nearby wall plugs.

“There! Now it won’t smell like weed and donuts, and instead like donuts and vanilla and cinnamon and, uh, stuff.” Kit shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t paid to know what her room smelled like, just to make it not smell like garbage. She took relatively good care of her room, she just wasn’t great at getting the weed smell out… and that was really not her fault. She didn’t make the drug smell so good — or, bad, depending on who you asked.

“That only leaves one thing. To the kitchen!” Kit said, before stepping out of the room and into the hallway. From there, she headed toward the stairs, and hopped on the railing, sliding down and taking a left toward the kitchen. What she saw in there was a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.

Sitting on the table was a cake with a note. She happily bounded over to the waiting cake, and grabbed a note, unfolding it to scan it quickly.

Kit Kat,
I know you said that you had this, but I made this for you anyway. Good luck making a friend. Remember, don’t be salty. Meeting people who are kind of celebrities is tough, I know from experience, but I’m sure you’re, uh… Vanilla friend will be fine. Feed her this vanilla cake. Call us if you need us!

The Doc

Kit smiled and grabbed the cake pan, bringing it back upstairs. “The other chair!” Kit said, frowning and stepping into the guest bedroom, where a second chair awaited her. She sat the cake down on the chair, and got ready to roll it into her room… before she checked her watch. “Echo! What does Google say about waiting on the porch for guests!?”

“Survey says… wait on the porch.”

“To the porch!”