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Dreambucks Dating Sim(?!): Limited Edition
Who: Emet-Selch, Mei Lee, and a Bevy of Beautiful Boys (maybe)
Which: OPEN to friends and acquaintances (and innocent bystanders should you prefer it!)
Where: Dreambucks, five days later at high noon (backdated to ~August 10th or thereabouts)
What: In a half-hearted effort to help Mei overcome her unusual "ailment", Emet-Selch has agreed to take tea with her at Dreambucks and to invite a few of his more objectively attractive acquaintances. (Worry not, he's only here as a chaperone.)
Warnings: Cringe, regret, and secondhand embarrassment.
[The day is young; the wind is high. A small change of plans to begin what is certain to be a rather... unique experience, all told, has ushered Emet-Selch and his party indoors. Emet-Selch sits at a cafe table not terribly far from the entrance, positively bored as he pores over preliminary scheduling notes for his grand talent scouting venture whilst waiting for their guest of honor. The shadows beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever today, and he seems considerably older than his "forty-two" years. In other words, he's managing to look his age for once.]
[How this all came about, he still isn't completely certain. Perhaps at the time he was exceedingly exhausted and low on sleep (such as now), searching for anything at all to keep him focused and awake. Or perhaps in a lapse of judgment he saw this endeavor as a source of inspiration for an upcoming production - something whimsical about the struggles of life; a sentimental comedy. Or... perhaps a small, very small perfectionist-driven part of himself wished to help put an end to a young girl's peculiar affliction once and for all. "Stage fright" in the presence of others, broken focus, a tripped tongue. To have one's mind clouded is a tragedy, particularly when it would prevent one from reaching their full potential. And as it happens, Emet-Selch knows well how important it is to be able to make oneself understood when in the company of others - yet this is hardly the time for an origin story.]
[Emet-Selch lets out an exaggerated sigh and his hard gaze pins itself to the first person who is unfortunate enough to make eye contact.]
I do hope the child does not overdress for the occasion. This is a common social gathering, not a wedding reception. I reiterated the fact several times, yet I'd be foolish to think she heard a word of it. She was too busy shouting about her "first grand step into the exciting world of adulthood".
[A sideways glance at the doorway.]
Which: OPEN to friends and acquaintances (and innocent bystanders should you prefer it!)
Where: Dreambucks, five days later at high noon (backdated to ~August 10th or thereabouts)
What: In a half-hearted effort to help Mei overcome her unusual "ailment", Emet-Selch has agreed to take tea with her at Dreambucks and to invite a few of his more objectively attractive acquaintances. (Worry not, he's only here as a chaperone.)
Warnings: Cringe, regret, and secondhand embarrassment.
[The day is young; the wind is high. A small change of plans to begin what is certain to be a rather... unique experience, all told, has ushered Emet-Selch and his party indoors. Emet-Selch sits at a cafe table not terribly far from the entrance, positively bored as he pores over preliminary scheduling notes for his grand talent scouting venture whilst waiting for their guest of honor. The shadows beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever today, and he seems considerably older than his "forty-two" years. In other words, he's managing to look his age for once.]
[How this all came about, he still isn't completely certain. Perhaps at the time he was exceedingly exhausted and low on sleep (such as now), searching for anything at all to keep him focused and awake. Or perhaps in a lapse of judgment he saw this endeavor as a source of inspiration for an upcoming production - something whimsical about the struggles of life; a sentimental comedy. Or... perhaps a small, very small perfectionist-driven part of himself wished to help put an end to a young girl's peculiar affliction once and for all. "Stage fright" in the presence of others, broken focus, a tripped tongue. To have one's mind clouded is a tragedy, particularly when it would prevent one from reaching their full potential. And as it happens, Emet-Selch knows well how important it is to be able to make oneself understood when in the company of others - yet this is hardly the time for an origin story.]
[Emet-Selch lets out an exaggerated sigh and his hard gaze pins itself to the first person who is unfortunate enough to make eye contact.]
I do hope the child does not overdress for the occasion. This is a common social gathering, not a wedding reception. I reiterated the fact several times, yet I'd be foolish to think she heard a word of it. She was too busy shouting about her "first grand step into the exciting world of adulthood".
[A sideways glance at the doorway.]
2/2 edited for timely garlean family lore dump :')
[Well, it isn't as if it's any great secret. A quick perusal of the history books or old Unity Day clippings will grant anyone who knows where to look the answers they seek. (Not that he truly wishes to discuss his parenting experiences, nor relive the events that followed, however.)]
...nay. If it's Solus of whom you speak, he never sired any daughters. Only two sons.
[Though that doesn't necessarily mean he's entirely clueless when it comes to women. She would be right, however, in her assumption that Mei's behavior utterly baffles him.]
here we go.
[A slight cant of her head.]
That name again. Should I know a Solus, however...? I'm afraid my time in the Steppe has left me utterly bereft of much of the goings-on outside. I'm still years behind, even in my present life among my comrades.
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[Private joke. In response to the rest, he gauges her words before answering.]
As to the latter, if you've never before heard of the name, you may consider yourself rather fortunate indeed. For the purposes of this conversation, however, you may think of it as my previous line of work, a pet project over half a century in the making.
It's only too bad that I was called out of my retirement early. I should have liked a much longer respite.
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Huh. A retiree. Does he ever get tired of being compared to a grandpa? She bet he does.]
Aw. I could always make you a 'welcome to retirement' cake. Perhaps you do have your duties you would see fulfilled, this dream land does offer plenty of opportunities for the finer things in life:
Coffee dates. Slapping world-eating beings across the nose for being naughty and trying to nibble on your star. Naps.
[She gestured to Hythlodaeus.]
Old friends.
[She casually selected a trio of sugar cubes from the bowl and proceeded to juggle them.]
...Naps with old friends.
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[And yes, he can see exactly what it is she's trying to do, though what it matters to her specifically quite continues to boggle him.]
And settling the score with a world-eating being sounds a great deal like work if you ask me. Even now I'm nearly as busy as I was before with even less time for sleep. I'd hardly call this a retirement at all.