[Well, a lot sure happened, but Guinaifen's from a space setting, so she's used to adjusting to new environments and new places. Ending up in a new world? Sure, not the first time this has happened, even if she's got some questions as to how it happened and why...
Well, considerations for Future Gui, caps intended. For now, she's hustling, so, Guinaifen's on a street corner. She's juggling. Five balls, she's doing some fancy tricks, bouncing a few off of her feet, clearly in her element, clearly knowing what she's doing. Sure, it's incredibly fucking rough to have to rebuild her following from scratch again, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?
That's when disaster strikes. Just as Guinaifen's doing a fancy ball flip thing, a dog runs past! Knocks her off balance-]
Who- h-hey! [But she manages to catch one! Two! Three! Four is a near-miss, and five is a lost cause. Five flies into the crowd. Five might be clocking someone in the head if they're not careful.
The dog continues running, clearly giving no fucks, going from somewhere to somewhere.]
2. Obligatory bonfire dancing?
[She somehow ended up in the middle of a line dance, but she can go with this, nothing wrong with a big party. She's also a large ham and is capable of chewing the scenery on command. She's in her element. She's shaking. She's grooving. Dancing is happening]
Think this'll end up on the network later?
[She's been here for the span of the intro log, but listen, adapt or die, and she can adapt. She's very good at adapting.]
3. Network shitposting, un: guinaifen
Hey chat. What's the weirdest thing you ever ate?
[Look, you gotta break the ice somehow.]
4. Or just wildcard me.
[Toss a starter my way, PM if you wanna plot, and I'm comfortable with brackets or prose. So tag me with whichever feels right and I'll match.]
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Ouch! But I know what that's like. My brother does a lot of the cooking. He can make stir fry and fried rice and pancakes (the fluffy dough kind AND the potato-and-scallion kind), but sometimes he just gives up and wildly improvises. Sometimes it's pretty good! Sometimes not so much.
Oh man, that's exactly what my friend is like. His cooking's good if he follows the recipe to the letter, but when he decides to try something out of the box...oof. And he will improvise, unless someone else is supervising.
I've heard of lotus seeds and cakes before, but not one that could sing. What does it taste like?
[ Whether or not such a dexterous lady needs it or not there is someone there to catch her should she lose her balance any further. Very respectfully Argenti places a firm hand at the top of her back.
Squint from the hypothetical crowd and it could look like he's about to dip her midway through a dance. With a great amount of poise yet discernible concern still the knight takes in her current wellbeing. From where he stands the sun backlights him from above like some angelic being. ]
That was an impressive safe from almost certain catastrophe. [ The balls of course. ] young lady-- are you alright?
[She does need it, but not for the expected reasons, no. She's caught before she can slip further. The guy who caught her? Incredibly dashing, and strangely nostalgic? It's like she's a kid again, and Uncle Stone-Wall (when he was brave, and big, and strong) was there to catch her. Except this guy looked nothing like Uncle Stone-Wall.
But, more than the nostalgia, Guinaifen couldn't help but think that if she ever got this guy on one of her streams, her numbers would skyrocket.]
Uh. [Uh.] Yeah! Yeah, I would've been in worse trouble if it wasn't for you, mister...?
[She hasn't realized that Ball #5 is currently MIA, possibly in the mouth of a dog, but give her a second, she's a bit overwhelmed.]
[ Naturally, the first action in a sequence of many is to gently place her back upon her feet again. Once certain that strength in her legs can hold her Argenti becomes a flurry of motion. Using a grandiose motion he splays both arms outwards. A flurry of rose petals scatter outwards from somewhere at the tail end of the movement. ]
My most heartfelt greetings to you! My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty.
[ He's still got his arms held out even after all the rose petals fall and it would be a lot more awkward on just about anyone else- but he's like, you know? So dedicated to the bit that it kind of just makes sense.
Unfortunately probably none of this does anything to lessen any feelings of being overwhelmed. Not when he turns his full undivided attention on her and it doesn't seem like he'll let up soon. ]
[ Who has two thumbs and is definitely not in his element? Definitely not shaking, grooving, or dancing? This guy.
Minato would have liked to stay home. Unfortunately, he's friends with one too many an extrovert who makes it a point to drag him outside. ]
...maybe? Do you want to be on the network?
[ Intentionally attracting attention to yourself? That's crazy.
Minato's been sitting near the bonfire the entire time, choosing to enjoy its warmth and observe everything unfolding around him instead of actively participating. And though the teen comes off as disinterested, the white Shiba Inu at his side wags his tail and offers Guinaifen a friendly bark. ]
[This, however, gets her to set aside the dancing for a moment, and she decides...why not? And plops right down next to the guy. They're two people, by the bonfire.]
Doing numbers sometimes means the difference between being able to eat good and having nothing more than a bowl of rice for dinner. Sure, you won't starve, but what's the point of living if you can't enjoy yourself?
[ ??? What kind of job would require something like that, thinks the guy from 2009-2010 before the rise of streaming. ]
Are you an actor...?
[ Minato hadn't expected her to plop down next to him, but he's not necessarily opposed to having company. He gazes at the bonfire while contemplating her words. ]
I guess that's true.
[ "Enjoying yourself" still remains somewhat of a novel concept to him. Perhaps it shows, based on how seriously he's considering what might be intended as a lighthearted comment. ]
[ Somebody is not in her element. Not thriving. The grooves are not happening. Marianne had been sitting to the side wallflowering it up when the line had descended on her like a whirlwind. Her quiet protests were lost to the sound of music and finding it hard to put her foot down, she's now shuffling awkwardly in step looking like a pale shadow of the energetic young woman next to her. ]
Um, I really hope not.
[ In fact, she seems to shrink behind the other girl when she spots the cameras. ]
[One cannot shame a river otter for swimming through water like it's born to it, sleek and playful, one can only accept that is in the river otter's nature.
...or something like that. Anyway. Guinaifen flashes the cameras a grin, someone stop her, before she glances behind her and-]
...hey, you feeling alright? You're looking kinda pale. [It's hard to tell, given the mood lighting, the dancing, the quick glance, but there's a certain amount of paleness to be had with the other woman. Or maybe that's just the way she is all the time? Hard to say.]
[ Marianne was hoping to go unnoticed that she pales even more when spoken to. It's not that she hasn't been instructed in the art of dance but that her lessons had meant to prepare her for the ballroom and not for prancing joyfully (and some drunkenly) around a campfire. If the Margrave Edmund were here, he might think it undignified. Marianne thinks it charming, really, but...not a dance for her. ]
I'm sorry. [ Shuffle, shuffle, turn. She's keeping in time, but what she lacks is energy to sell the performance. ] I'm no good at this.
[Ruca has never seen anything like this before and he's impressed by the girl's skill. The tricks are really impressive and he would be clapping right now if only it wasn't for the dog that ruined the show. The ball number five just so happens to fly into the crowd and Ruca attempts to catch it.
...But it hits him right in the face.
Sadly, dextrous he is not, but at least the ball is in his hands now. He takes it back to the girl.]
I should be asking you that question! I'm pretty sure I hit you in the face with a ball. Let's start by you telling me if you're okay, okay?
[The dog, the closest the setting has to a fluffy labradoodle (sturdy and relatively large, with a lot of fluff), trots back to them, tail wagging and it (he, she, to be determined) sits like it's a good dog and not one that just ruined the show. People who didn't know better would probably assume it's their dog.
She's not paying attention to the dog - yet.]
Thanks for getting my ball. I just got here, so it would still be pretty hard for me to replace it if I lost it.
[ The busy streets of the bazaar, the sounds of shopkeepers calling out to advertise their goods and the sight of people putting on street performances for a handout reminds Miller of a stroll through a busy market back in his own home, like the one in Prospekt Mira. It's strange, although still a little nostalgic, because in the recently upgraded city of Aldrip, it almost seems that there would be no need for peddling on the streets. There's a store here for everything. Every building is lit up from corner to corner. Yet with the way things tend to happen here, one thing to the next without rhyme or reason, it ultimately doesn't throw him off much.
Allowing himself to move in step with the crowd, he casts a curious gaze at the young lady juggling on the corner--but he had every intention of continuing on his own way. At least until something rushed past him. It was a scruffy dog, brushing against his legs as it darted by to interrupt the show. Guainaifen's balls go scattering just as the crowd does to avoid being hit, and Miller reaches an instinctive hand into the air to catch the flying number five before it collides with him. ]
Damn dog! [ He huffs, but the annoyance fades quickly into an acknowledgement. ] Well, your show must be irresistible for any mutt looking to play fetch. Probably not the attention you wanted.
[All she can think, as she catches her balls as best as she can and the crowd scatters, is that she's going to die of embarrassment. She's done this for how many years?
...not many, but that's not the point. The point is that she should be better at this. But she's not.
Ball flies, out of the corner of her eye Guinaifen thinks that she's about to see disaster, but then the guy catches it? She jogs up to him. (Not quite an unhurried walk, and not quite the brisk run of someone in a panic, somewhere in between? That sort of vibe.)]
I appreciate any audience, but you're right, I really do wish the dog would've waited his turn. [...] Her turn? [She doesn't know. Moving on.] Anyway, you've got really good reflexes! Mister...?
Uhhhhhhh........ it's not exactly food that I ate but one time I did the 'bite the lighter' challenge. Does that count? Chat LOVED it but Sushang pointed out that doing stuff like that might get my account banned, so since then I stuck to tamer things like bubble tea.
Are you trying to put some food vendor from the festival on blast or something?
[ .. apparently Ange is just incapable of ever answering a question sincerely, huh.. Even when it's such an innocent, straightforward question like the one the other posted. ]
Well, now you mention it......... nothing really stood out as BAD bad but I am pretty new here. A girl like me could use some tips on what to eat and what maybe not to eat.
like intentionally or accidentally? because i'm pretty sure whatever the lunch ladies are serving up at my school cafeteria is of an origin not of this earth.
Guinaifen | Honkai Star Rail | TDM
[Well, a lot sure happened, but Guinaifen's from a space setting, so she's used to adjusting to new environments and new places. Ending up in a new world? Sure, not the first time this has happened, even if she's got some questions as to how it happened and why...
Well, considerations for Future Gui, caps intended. For now, she's hustling, so, Guinaifen's on a street corner. She's juggling. Five balls, she's doing some fancy tricks, bouncing a few off of her feet, clearly in her element, clearly knowing what she's doing. Sure, it's incredibly fucking rough to have to rebuild her following from scratch again, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?
That's when disaster strikes. Just as Guinaifen's doing a fancy ball flip thing, a dog runs past! Knocks her off balance-]
Who- h-hey! [But she manages to catch one! Two! Three! Four is a near-miss, and five is a lost cause. Five flies into the crowd. Five might be clocking someone in the head if they're not careful.
The dog continues running, clearly giving no fucks, going from somewhere to somewhere.]
2. Obligatory bonfire dancing?
[She somehow ended up in the middle of a line dance, but she can go with this, nothing wrong with a big party. She's also a large ham and is capable of chewing the scenery on command. She's in her element. She's shaking. She's grooving. Dancing is happening]
Think this'll end up on the network later?
[She's been here for the span of the intro log, but listen, adapt or die, and she can adapt. She's very good at adapting.]
3. Network shitposting, un: guinaifen
Hey chat. What's the weirdest thing you ever ate?
[Look, you gotta break the ice somehow.]
4. Or just wildcard me.
[Toss a starter my way, PM if you wanna plot, and I'm comfortable with brackets or prose. So tag me with whichever feels right and I'll match.]
network shitposting? network shitposting.
[Sorry not sorry, Flynn.]
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Ever heard of a songlotus cake?
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I've heard of lotus seeds and cakes before, but not one that could sing. What does it taste like?
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Squint from the hypothetical crowd and it could look like he's about to dip her midway through a dance. With a great amount of poise yet discernible concern still the knight takes in her current wellbeing. From where he stands the sun backlights him from above like some angelic being. ]
That was an impressive safe from almost certain catastrophe. [ The balls of course. ] young lady-- are you alright?
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But, more than the nostalgia, Guinaifen couldn't help but think that if she ever got this guy on one of her streams, her numbers would skyrocket.]
Uh. [Uh.] Yeah! Yeah, I would've been in worse trouble if it wasn't for you, mister...?
[She hasn't realized that Ball #5 is currently MIA, possibly in the mouth of a dog, but give her a second, she's a bit overwhelmed.]
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My most heartfelt greetings to you! My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty.
[ He's still got his arms held out even after all the rose petals fall and it would be a lot more awkward on just about anyone else- but he's like, you know? So dedicated to the bit that it kind of just makes sense.
Unfortunately probably none of this does anything to lessen any feelings of being overwhelmed. Not when he turns his full undivided attention on her and it doesn't seem like he'll let up soon. ]
May I ask you for your name?
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Her introspection is so cute.... Ganba Guinaifen
she does her best???
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Minato would have liked to stay home. Unfortunately, he's friends with one too many an extrovert who makes it a point to drag him outside. ]
...maybe? Do you want to be on the network?
[ Intentionally attracting attention to yourself? That's crazy.
Minato's been sitting near the bonfire the entire time, choosing to enjoy its warmth and observe everything unfolding around him instead of actively participating. And though the teen comes off as disinterested, the white Shiba Inu at his side wags his tail and offers Guinaifen a friendly bark. ]
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[This, however, gets her to set aside the dancing for a moment, and she decides...why not? And plops right down next to the guy. They're two people, by the bonfire.]
Doing numbers sometimes means the difference between being able to eat good and having nothing more than a bowl of rice for dinner. Sure, you won't starve, but what's the point of living if you can't enjoy yourself?
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Are you an actor...?
[ Minato hadn't expected her to plop down next to him, but he's not necessarily opposed to having company. He gazes at the bonfire while contemplating her words. ]
I guess that's true.
[ "Enjoying yourself" still remains somewhat of a novel concept to him. Perhaps it shows, based on how seriously he's considering what might be intended as a lighthearted comment. ]
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Um, I really hope not.
[ In fact, she seems to shrink behind the other girl when she spots the cameras. ]
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...or something like that. Anyway. Guinaifen flashes the cameras a grin, someone stop her, before she glances behind her and-]
...hey, you feeling alright? You're looking kinda pale. [It's hard to tell, given the mood lighting, the dancing, the quick glance, but there's a certain amount of paleness to be had with the other woman. Or maybe that's just the way she is all the time? Hard to say.]
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I'm sorry. [ Shuffle, shuffle, turn. She's keeping in time, but what she lacks is energy to sell the performance. ] I'm no good at this.
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...But it hits him right in the face.
Sadly, dextrous he is not, but at least the ball is in his hands now. He takes it back to the girl.]
...Are you okay, Miss?
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[The dog, the closest the setting has to a fluffy labradoodle (sturdy and relatively large, with a lot of fluff), trots back to them, tail wagging and it (he, she, to be determined) sits like it's a good dog and not one that just ruined the show. People who didn't know better would probably assume it's their dog.
She's not paying attention to the dog - yet.]
Thanks for getting my ball. I just got here, so it would still be pretty hard for me to replace it if I lost it.
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Allowing himself to move in step with the crowd, he casts a curious gaze at the young lady juggling on the corner--but he had every intention of continuing on his own way. At least until something rushed past him. It was a scruffy dog, brushing against his legs as it darted by to interrupt the show. Guainaifen's balls go scattering just as the crowd does to avoid being hit, and Miller reaches an instinctive hand into the air to catch the flying number five before it collides with him. ]
Damn dog! [ He huffs, but the annoyance fades quickly into an acknowledgement. ] Well, your show must be irresistible for any mutt looking to play fetch. Probably not the attention you wanted.
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...not many, but that's not the point. The point is that she should be better at this. But she's not.
Ball flies, out of the corner of her eye Guinaifen thinks that she's about to see disaster, but then the guy catches it? She jogs up to him. (Not quite an unhurried walk, and not quite the brisk run of someone in a panic, somewhere in between? That sort of vibe.)]
I appreciate any audience, but you're right, I really do wish the dog would've waited his turn. [...] Her turn? [She doesn't know. Moving on.] Anyway, you've got really good reflexes! Mister...?
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[She has to think about this!]
Uhhhhhhh........ it's not exactly food that I ate but one time I did the 'bite the lighter' challenge. Does that count? Chat LOVED it but Sushang pointed out that doing stuff like that might get my account banned, so since then I stuck to tamer things like bubble tea.
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or w/e that monstrosity was
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[ .. apparently Ange is just incapable of ever answering a question sincerely, huh.. Even when it's such an innocent, straightforward question like the one the other posted. ]
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