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☈ strike #18 (video/...action?)

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- You'll get 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia' stuck in your head for the next week.
- You will find a turtle in your laundry.
- Just go sleep on the couch tonight. You don't want to know why.
- Hide it, no one saw!

[ Like everyone else, Lightning wasn't really sure what to think about the odd message that showed up at the front of her journal recently, but it's fairly late in the evening before she makes an appearance on there too-- publicly, without even any filters in place to exclude certain people! An unusual decision perhaps, but... here she is anyway, looking as mildly annoyed as ever as she brushes hair from her face and frowns deeply. Her words are clipped and serious. ]

A few things.

Anyone care to explain the reasoning - if any - of this experiment? [ A beat. ] Actually, I'd just like to know if there's a pattern between the words listed at the top and the sort of guidelines everyone's getting beneath them. Is there anyone looking into this?

[ No, she doesn't understand the concept of a zodiac or the point of astrological horoscopes, shut up. Something like that is a little difficult when nobody else from your world has seen stars or even the real sun in five centuries, you know!

But in any case. ]

Second, does anyone have information on something that's called... [ Another slight pause, this one perhaps a bit embarrassed? Naaaah. ] 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia'?

... Third, this creature...

[ And here is where she leans aside slightly, rustling in what's apparently an 'off-screen' cardboard box a moment before she lifts this handsome beastie up- just long enough for the journal to capture the slow, cautious paddle of its legs in the air, as well as the pink-haired woman's dubious expression as she stares at it.

Then-- nothing, save for a soft sigh. Even though something's obviously eating at her about this, apparently that's all she can think of to say on the matter before giving up and just setting her journal aside to wait for any responses.

Also, to continue moping on the couch, with roughly half a dozen blankets around her. ]

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[ She turns her face to look straight at him, tilting her head with a frown. ]

Not today. [ YES SHE'S COMPLETELY SERIOUS. ] Wh-- do you think I took it?

[Oh god Lightning what did they do to your brain. He's quiet for a long moment, mulling this over for a while.

....

....

....

Yeah, screw it. It's time to play "Let's See What Happens When-". Today's episode: What happens when you try to grab your tough-as-nails girlfriend and lift her off the couch to see what's hiding under all of those blankets!]

[ Assuming he's able to get a hold of her- recall that to her it seems like he's throwing out a baseless accusation and that she has no clue at all why he's trying to suddenly grab her.

And also she's freaking crazy and worse than an angry cat if provoked. Good luck, sir. ]

Zack, wha--?! [ She'll try to shove him away first, but then next will come the fists if necessary. ] Cut it out!!

[...Okay this is like holding on to a bag of snakes while trying to ice a cake. He can't get his hand under the cushion or the blankets with her shoving him like that...]

I'm just checking! It could've fallen! Hold still already!

Stop it!! What is wrong with you?!

[ Okay, he is seriously freaking her out now. D: She bats his hands away as best she can, then plants both of hers on his shoulders and shoves as hard as she can from the current angle.

Except. Uh. L'Cie.

Long story short, hoooopefully the couch survives being toppled over backward with Lightning and possibly Zack along with it? ]

[kjsdhfkjhfkds DAMNED L'CIE

Then again he'd probably have done the same thing himself. He is indeed dragged along, landing against the back of the couch with a grunt and a heavy thump. And possibly with her sprawled on top of him. They are a mess of limbs!

There is one bonus to that little disaster- the couch falling back managed to knock aside a few of the blankets, and Zack glances over with a wince to see...]

...Oh, there it is.

[His missing journal has definitely seen better days after a messy drop like that, but...]

[ Lightning lets out a squawk of surprise as they go over, flailing, because while usually she's pretty good at maintaining her dignity when tipped or thrown or knocked down or whatever, it seems struggling with her boyfriend while half-tangled in blankets makes that a touch harder... and it's not even as fun as it sounds! Not cool.

She pushes herself up, gives him a weird look... and then cycles right back to furious. It takes her a moment or two to get any words out, even after she's opened her mouth to do so. ]

What the hell, Zack?

Hey, you're the one who wouldn't even help! I just wanted to find my journal, you could've moved.

[He just. Asked in his own special way...]

Sorry, though. Falling over wasn't really the plan.

Why didn't you just ask me to move, then?

[ Emphasizing words is still a thing, yes, because she certainly didn't get the memo here. She rolls into a crouch on the floor, fighting her way out of the blankets and away from Zack, and-- tugs down the bottom of her shirt over her tiny little girly boxers.

Uh, red in face = definitely all from anger! She turns to eye his journal with a dark frown. ]

....I thought you'd like the surprise?

[As far as excuses go, that one is pretty pathetic.

...but it's supposed to be, okay. It makes him endearing or something. Yes. Just pet the puppy, okay.]

[ Lightning frowns so, so much at that, but then at last reaches for his journal to pick up and give back to him.

-- In the form of hitting him right in the chest with the thing. Smack!!

UNACCEPTABLE EXCUSE. ]

Get up.

[ Sounding more tired than angry by now though, fortunately. It's definitely time for b-- er, couch, as soon as it's uprighted and hopefully found to be mostly intact. ]

[Why does he feel like he's being sent to the doghouse? Though she could've hit him with something harder - like her fist - so there's that.

It doesn't prevent him from pouting a little, though.]

You're kicking me out?

[ She bends around to hook fingers under the back of the couch, fully intending to lift it back up whether he moves out of the way or not. Her response is dry and... not all that thought out- ]

What? Were you planning on sleeping on the couch too?

[ ... Question is, is he going to think ahead about his own answer? ]

[Zack does move! Reluctantly. He reaches down to help her lift the couch, too. See, he's behaving now.]

What, do you want me to?

[Okay so he didn't really think about it, but it was so very easy.]

[ She really doesn't need the help but whatev...

...... ]

[ She smooths her hands over the top of the couch, stalling, then gives him a flat look. No no, she's still mad at you, you grabby jerk. ]

I punch in my sleep.

You punch when you're awake, too. [See how unruffled he is by this threat.]

[ -- True. But. Clearly her sleep-self fights even dirtier than she does awake, ok.

She rolls her eyes, circling around to try and sort out her goddamn blankets into a semblance of order again.

... Oh look, her own journal is here too! Except... that... is totally going right back into the depths of blanket and cushions. ]

Edited 2011-12-19 04:13 (UTC)

OH MY GOD SHUT UP YOU TALK TOO DAMN MUCH

WHY WON'T YOU BEAR MY BABIES?!?!!

[ Lightning, distraught, picks Zack up and throws him through the wall and then cries a river and drowns in it.

Worst boyfriend ever. ]

[He can totally, totally take it. But he's not about to push the issue if she's not comfortable with it. This isn't the kind of thing you shove on girls willy-nilly.

...

Company might be nice, though.]

Well... it's your call, you know. Since you've claimed the couch.

[ Zack, y u always be making her make these decisions? Lightning hums that stupid song distractedly as she flops herself back on the couch and pulls the blankets over her legs again. ~~Sorry, man.~~

Then? Have a lovely taste of the flat look treatment, chin leaned on her arm leaned on a knee brought up to her chest. Seeeeeriously?

Uh. ]

... You can sit here, but- you've got your own bed to sleep in, Fair.

[ Uncertain frown develops here, though. She doesn't want to be mad, but messed up behavior or no she was kind of weirded out there... ]

[...Small steps. Yes. He will take them. He grins and sits down beside her, hands clasping behind his head.]

I can deal with that! The company's all I'm after, anyway.

[Though maybe he can get a sneak peek at how she looks when she sleeps... does her expression get less intense? Is she - dare he say it - cute!?]

[ She watches. Quite closely. ]

... Because I'm great at conversations, right?

[ B|

And the question should be over if she can even relax enough now to look ~peaceful~ or whatever after that little scene... and with him hanging around, potentially watching her sleep. LIKE A CREEPER. >:I That isn't in her definition of romantic, bro- this ain't Twilight, gosh. ]

Because you're my girlfriend and I like spending time with you.

[Duh Light, seriously. And for all his current silly behaviour, his tone is sincere.

...A-and he'd totally only watch her for like a minute. Max. Just to see!!]

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