interstellar5555 | b u o n e ~ f e s t e

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b u o n e ~ f e s t e

Who: Priders! (Basically if you (or your friend, or your dog) has had a positive interaction with anyone from MANTICORE, consider yourself invited, dragged along or sent in someone else's place. And even if you haven't been invited it's totally fine to notice something's going on and show up or randomly come across this and stay!)
What: Genos and Squalo throw a Solstice dinner party. ~~Italian food for everyone!~~
When: December 21?ish (forward-dated a bit so it doesn't fall right before irl holidays)
Where: MANTICORE penthouse
Warnings: ~~MANTICORE~~ Squalo, Carnies, language, minors getting drunk, substance abuse, someone might decide to bone, idk.

[ Fuck the creepy shit, MANTICORE are aggressively throwing a Solstice party! Because why not, and who has the patience to wait until New Years? ]

[ There are locations/prompts in toplevels, but feel free to start your own as well. Generic timeline of the night would be: cooking, dinner, socializing with games and booze ~~and possibly other things~~, and a movie marathon into the wee hours of the morning for the ones interested. ]

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...You feel like you're going to throw up or faint?

[OK, IF THIS IS WHAT SHE THINKS IT IS....she should probably get a bucket.]

Yeah...

[He's embarrassed to say so. He's pretty sure he knows why.]

...

[No. She can talk to him about this later.]

Can you make it to the bathroom, or do you want me to bring something here?

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[He has to take a few moments to consider that.]

...I...I can go. I'm not going to do it right now. I just feel bad.

[Well, then, she's going to offer her hand to help him up, if he's willing.]

Let's get you to the balcony, and I can get you something to sip on.

[Not booze, though.]

[That would be silly.

Tiger grumbles a little, obviously not relishing the idea of getting up, though he does when she offers her hand. He immediately leans over, like someone does when trying to balance a whoozy head.]

Bluuhhhhh.

[Garnet nods, bringing Tiger over towards her to help him keep his balance. When she gets to the balcony, she opens the door, letting the cool air in. Though her plan is to bring Steven to the chair closest to the door.]

I'll get you some ginger ale. How does that sound?

[It's...between this and the box, it has to be weird for the kid to see her so protective.]

[It is pretty weird, and now that he's waking up a bit, he's starting to wake up a bit, that's actually occurring to him. It makes him feel more nervous and shy, especially since this is an embarrassing thing to be doing. He cuddles up on the chair with his blanket, looking at his knees.]

Good, I think...

[He's got that typical uncertainty about keeping stuff in an upset stomach.]

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All right. I'll be right back.

[Nodding, she turns to go get that ginger ale. A few moments later, she's back with a glass about half full, offering it to him]

Here you go.

Thanks.

[His voice is quiet. He doesn't know why, but she seems less scary lately. Less angry, maybe. Most of the times he'd encountered her before it was because he was making her mad for some reason or anything.

He guesses he did that with a lot of people. He doesn't really get why anymore.

He falls into silence, carefully sipping at his drink.]

[She sits next to him, looking at him momentarily before looking over on the horizon. She doesn't say anything, save for staring at the sky as it slowly began to lighten with morning twilight.

After awhile, she closes her eyes.]

How is it?

[Why is this awkwardness so painful? Garnet isn't even someone he knows very well, but yet it feels like he's struggling to talk to someone he trusts. It makes him feel awful.]

It's...okay?

[It's just ginger ale he doesn't know what to say about it. He leans forward over his knees, looking miserable.]

Good. It should help you with your queasiness.

...Next time, you should probably abstain from alcohol. At least until you're older and can handle it a little better.

[Tiger keeps staring at his knees, looking ashamed. His voice is small when he speaks.]

I was just being dumb.

[She shrugs.]

You don't need to be upset. We all make mistakes. Consider it a life lesson to not accept drinks that smell funny.

[She doesn't need to lecture - the bleghness Tiger's having is doing it for her.]

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I knew what it was.

[He keeps looking down.]

I just...though it would help.

Did it?

[Chances are, it probably didn't, if Tiger's current condition is anything to go by.]

[He shrugs his shoulders uneasily.]

I dunno. Maybe. But now I feel gross.

[At this, she brings a hand towards his head.]

You'll be all right, eventually. You believe that, right?

[That sort of depends on what she means by 'all right'. He feels like she means it differently than him just feeling hungover.]

I know I'll stop being sick...

[As for anything else...he absolutely doesn't believe that.]

...Yes, you'll stop being sick.

[She smiles at this. Ah, typical Tiger, trying to be an adult.

Without thinking, she ruffles his hair.]

[...Just as she has a thousand times before.

The fuzzy figure with the cat fingers.

The person watching when she became one person.

The writer of the song.

The one who she lived in Beach City with.

Her hand stops ruffling, freezing as the memory comes back to her.

She's promised. She promised Mr. Universe that...

No. More than that. Not to just deliver a package.

She promised to protect him. To help him because the best he can be.

To make sure Tiger fulfilled his destiny.

No. Not Tiger. Tiger isn't his real name. Its not the name of that kid she grabbed out of subspace. That she would put her life down for.

Wrestling. He wrestled with Amethyst.......and...

Tears begin to form in her eyes.

Yes, she knows. This small child, this wonderful, good child. She tried to save him before...and he her. He'd run to her, he'd cried to her. She's cried to him.

"Your voice inspires us, binds us, reminds us why we promised to protect the planet."

That was right. It had been right all along, hadn't it?]

Steven.

[She doesn't realize she's staring at him, her eyes wide with shock, horror, and awe.

How.

How could she forget him?]

[Normally Tiger would be more immediately defensive about someone touching his hair that he wasn't that close with. He's more comfortable with Garnet now than he was a few months ago, but she's still not really on his list of favourite people. She's intimidating, and he doesn't get her...but he's been feeling more relaxed than usual, tonight, and so maybe he'd let it pass without getting angry just for the sake of it.

So while he doesn't exactly look super happy that she's touching him, he doesn't snap back immediately. It's only when he sees the way that she looks at him, the way she freezes...and then the way she says his name.

The name that no one around here is supposed to know. At first all he can feel is deep sense of betrayal - Greg must have told her, he's the only one that could have. He'd told Greg that in confidence, he'd told him he doesn't like being called that, but then-

But no. Greg had yelled it at him at the party - when he got pulled away. Had she heard? Had everyone heard? The idea fills him with anxiety, and while he still doesn't understand why she's looking at him like that and calling him that, he reflexively pulls away before he can consider it much further.]

W-What? How...How did you...

[He can already feel himself tearing up with the stress of it.]

Don't...I didn't say you could call me that...

...I remember.

[Her hand falls almost uselessly onto her lap when Steven pulls away. Her own tears were starting to fall.]

Garnet, Amethyst.......

[.....who else....No, right now, it doesn't matter.]

...And Steven.

We are the Crystal Gems.

[He stares at her, completely at a loss. He doesn't remember what she's talking about. He doesn't understand. He's had no indication that she was involved in whatever this mess was, that she was connected to him like Greg is. It coming out of nowhere frightens him so much that it's hard to see through to where it could be a good thing - a comfort.]

I don't remember.

[It comes out like a plea - like he's begging to understand. Now everyone is crying.]

I don't know what that means...I...I'm not...

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who the fuck is pearl??