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Dorien resisted the urge to grit his teeth as Winona spoke. Nope. No. His head was clear. All good. He smiled up at Odette as he removed another splinter, only to see she’d already moved her eyes away. “That’s ironic. I don’t think you’ve ever had a Girl’s Night Out in your life,” he teased...

What a boring ass fucking dare. A dunk tank? When was somebody going to do something more juicy? Dorien had thought that a multiverse version of this juvenile game would be far more fun, but it was turning out to be on a similar level. And this one was taking all her time in the world to do...

“Mm, this should be good,” Odette said. She flinched as Dorien pulled another splinter out of her knuckle with the tweezers. “Hey, chill,” she threatened. “Maybe don’t punch a splintered wooden wall next time, yeah?” Dorien said flatly.

They eventually made it over to the booth. Dorien headed inside, and when Odette tried to follow, he turned around and pointed to the bench that was right outside of it. "No, you're going to go sit," he said. She quirked a brow at him. She tried not to raise her voice, but she damn well...

"Oh believe me. I'm already very concerned myself." She felt her eye starting to twitch, and the tighter she balled her fists, the more they hurt, and the more blood she felt pouring out. The corners of her eyes prickled with involuntary tears from the absolute ache she was feeling. Dorien...

Odette stopped in her tracks and got visibly tense. She tucked her hands behind her back, as if that would somehow erase her injuries. With a very wonky smile, she forced a laugh. "Ah, nothing," she said. "Just the, uh, mosquitos." She inhaled sharply. "I have, um...diagnosed anger management...

Dorien eventually managed to coax Odette out of the busted booth, and Odette very reluctantly let him. They'd both certainly heard the announcement that the game was starting, but Dorien had grown more concerned with finding a first-aid booth. He assumed it had to be back in the direction they'd...

Odette stomped away, making herself sparse back in the sea of game booths. She took a couple minutes to examine the area, before setting down the water bottle and digging into her pockets. With a frown, she grasped Odile's ball, unlocked it, and pushed down on the release button. In a flash of...

Odette tilted her head down to stare up at Robin from under her brows, which were raised doubtfully. A prickle of anger was forming in her back, as much as she was willing it off. "You're sounding a little upset," she said. "Remind me to watch the jokes I try to make with you, then." She...

Odette's smile was gone now. Clearly Robin hadn't caught the joke, and was now legitimately upset. Well, fuck. That wasn't the intent here. She shifted her weight onto her other leg uncomfortably and crossed her arms. "Trust me, my bug isn't going anywhere," she said sternly. She did well in...

Dorien had half a mind to follow Odette over to wherever she was going with those women. Odette was a woman who swung both ways, wasn't she? So surely those other girls could have been wooing her as he sat there with his thoughts. First the men, now the girls? Could he not fucking take her...

Odette hummed to herself, once again holding up her hands. “Surely not. That was far too much excitement for me in one day,” she said in an exaggerated voice. She proceeded to follow Kora’s gaze over to Dorien, who had taken to sitting in the shade of another booth and was fanning himself with...

Odette gave Kora a thumbs up. “Fantastic choice. The choice of champions. He’ll hate that.” She blinked, as if something caught her eye. She inhaled a loud, exaggerated gasp, as she pointed at the booth with the pool noodles and rubber weaponry. “No. Fricken. Way,” she yelled, clamping her...

Odette rolled her eyes up to the sky as she tongued the inside of her cheek. Her gaze flexed over to Dorien, still in Red’s vicinity. That wouldn’t fucking do. Quickly, her eyes shot over to a nearby game booth, where she noticed a variety of blow-up and foam toys. Hammers, mallets, fucking...

Noticing the way Robin balled her fist, she held up her hands defensively. “Nothing crazy. Just a simple chilled bottle of water would do. One for me and the Zoroarck, maybe?” She suddenly perked up, as if she’d heard something. Her eyes traveled to the nearby snack booth, and she pointed to...

Odette was a trained enough actress to know when things were rehearsed and weren’t. Then again, the exaggerated voice was enough of a dead giveaway for her. Probably something related to Robin’s unwanted “cult” leader status. “Hm. So very deep,” she said with a similar sounding “storyteller”...

A bitter smile. “Whats-his-face and the cult go hand in hand. Nice to know somebody else knows the similar struggle.” A bitter laugh. “I have to watch my back big time.” Odette also jumped at the arrival of the Zoroark. She hadn’t caught this ones name, but it was the one giving Dorien a hard...

Odile gasped. O̴H̸,̶ ̷I̷ ̴R̷E̶M̶E̴M̶B̸E̶R̵ ̶H̵E̸R̵ ̶T̸O̴O̵.̶ ̷I̵ ̵s̷t̸o̵l̴e̸ ̴h̶e̸r̶ ̵p̴o̴w̴e̶r̸s̵!̷ ̵ Odette blinked. What the absolute hell did you do in that game, dude?

“Oh, you fucking too, huh?” She cocked her head sympathetically. “Not about the Pokemon, but more about the ‘having a cult formed around you’ thing,” she corrected. She shook her head solemnly. “No good deed goes unpunished, you know. Best thing you can do is armor up.” She snickered at that...

“Can most likely assume it wasn’t a dream, whatever it was.” Y̸e̶a̴h̸ ̶I̵’̴m̵ ̷p̴r̸e̸t̴t̸y̴ ̵s̵u̶r̷e̶ ̴t̴h̶i̵s̷ ̵i̴s̷ ̸t̷h̵e̵ ̸s̷a̶m̶e̶ ̴W̴i̶n̷o̷n̷a̴ ̴I̷ ̷e̸l̷i̶m̶i̷n̵a̶t̷e̴d̸ ̸i̶n̸ ̴t̴h̸e̸ ̵l̷a̸s̶t̴ ̶g̴a̸m̸e̸.̴ ̵T̴e̷l̴l̷ ̴h̷e̴r̴ ̶I̴’̷m̴ ̴s̴o̵r̸r̶y̸ ̷t̴h̵a̷t̸ ̶I̷’̸m̴ ̵n̵o̶t̵ ̸s̷o̴r̷r̸y̸.̶ No...