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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.]
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[And one with an inflated ego, it would seem. Still not impressed.]
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There are, as it happens, very few known entities which I have not encountered in some shape or form these past millennia.
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[ Sorry, Emet, that just made Mammon scoot his chair closer. ]
Ya mean I finally met someone older than me?? Then you gotta be some kinda crazy bein' too, right? Aint no way a normal human could live that long.... Unless you're Solomon. But he ain't exactly normal so I guess my first comment still stands.
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What? And now you would have us split hairs over which one of us is older? Perhaps I'm insecure about my age.
[Yet he can't really fault the demon for being curious. After all, many of the dreamwalkers brought into Reverein appear to be human as they are now known - or at least humanoid - feeble, unremarkable, and woefully short-lived.]
[So much for keeping a low profile, however. Emet-Selch is almost convinced to humor him just so that he'll quiet down about it.]
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If you're willin' to tell me you're millenniums old. I hiiiiiighly doubt you care all too much about your age in the first place.
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[His eyes narrow in Mammon's general direction, and at last he decides to humor him. If only to shut him up.]
By my best guess, it's been well over 12,000 years.
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An' here I thought my 'over 5000' was impressive. Nah, but I get it. Like once you're too old for all the normal 'able to drive' 'able to drink' blah blah blah threshholds keepin' track of your age ain't as excitin' anymore.
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Indeed. Nowadays there's hardly anything worthy of my anticipation. No new discoveries, no more "firsts", no increase in responsibility or power as one ventures further into adulthood. Only old age - and even that has become utterly meaningless.
[The only thing he had to look forward to, recently, was the day he was finally allowed to retire - unfortunately, said retirement had been woefully short-lived.]
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[ As if Emet couldn't tell the real troublemaker was probably him. ]
An' Humans keep makin' some new and fun stuff. Bein' old can be a drag but, you can always find a little gem that pulls you outta that mindset. Unless your mindset is so firmly planted into that pessimism. No judgement though, by the way, I get it.
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[No judgment, he says!]
As for human ingenuity, even that repeats in cycles. You cannot imagine how many times I've watched the same inventions be discovered (and subsequently lost) again and again. There are, I will allow, rare moments of true creativity and inspiration, yet such moments are woefully few and far between.
What I would give to find something truly worthy of my interest.
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I believe you said you were the avatar of greed. So why is it you continue your futile attempts to frame this meeting as a romantic venture?
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[Well fine, it's time to throw this gentleman a bone and hope he goes somewhere else to fetch it. All delivered as dryly and as straight-faced as one could imagine.]
And if I did?
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I'd want to know who cause now I'm curious.
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[Welcome his attitude all you like, Mammon, he's still not telling you who it would or wouldn't be. And certainly not before he tells the person in question. ...If he ever tells the person in question. Who is someone he's very pointedly not glancing at or bringing any attention to whatsoever.]
[Though he may be sitting nearby.]
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I already have all the company I need, and I'm not looking to take on any more pupils.
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[ He didn't send Mammon away when he first sat over here. He brought this on himself. ]
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That's hardly the same as an invitation.
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So it was an invitation.
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I'm certain I have no idea what you're talking about. But since you are already well-acquainted with our guest, perhaps yours will be a stabilizing presence.
I may be willing to allow you to stay.
[He says it as if he doesn't much like the idea.]
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Sorry, but I've rather had my fill of troublesome grandsons. It's Emet-Selch, in case you've already forgotten.
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