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@shcwtunes
.✦ ݁˖ shcwtunes
dependent roleplay blog for campusloser . penned by abby (she/her).
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.✦ ݁˖ bear stone - the mad scientist.
intro. musings. visuals. starters. all.
.✦ ݁˖ sullivan vane - the homewrecker.
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[ ⟢ ] open starter, capping at 5 replies. ─── at goldie and wyatt's foam party, somewhere amidst the people in conversation near the pool.
he'd gotten the invite, of course; it was hard to avoid it, the inescapable tone that blared against the cold steel of his music stand, catching him off guard enough to blow out a blood vessel while he ran some jazz drills on ol' faithful. at first, he assumed it was an amber alert, or something, ignoring it at first, 'cause what could he do about a that? but, the notifications came, and came, and came... unrelentingly so. and, well, thank god (or whomever you believed in) for not a missing child! unfortunately for him, though, rory had only so much as glanced at it, assuming foam party in big text happened to do with desserts more so than attire, trailing along the lines of marshmallows, mousse (if people got fancy), meringues, all that goodness in the name of celebration! who was he to say no to that? but, here he went, walking in like an idiot in a tee and jeans that'd inevitably stick to him with one big cannonball, forcing him to do some cbt exercises just to rewire the sensory nightmare of wet denim, but hey, at least he wasn't the only one! shoutout to the campus einstein for helping rory feel not like a total idiot.
" no, like, i totally wore this on purpose. 'cause if i get sunburnt, then i'm gonna peel... like, all over the place! skin flakes up the fuckin' wazoo, and that's like... a total biohazard, right? " at least the t-shirt he'd chosen for the day was spirited enough to make up for the lack of skin (if there'd been any desire for it, in the first place, which he highly doubts), akin to a conversation starter than a suggestion— not that's he's particularly celibate, or anything, and definitely not an incel! " what? we're gonna stand here all day 'n talk about my fashion choices? are you my mom? "
"...it's november." bear points out, though he can't entirely blame rory for that one. this was pretty much the least amount of layers he wore year round, even at the beach -- on the very rare occasion he was dragged there. he and the sun weren't exactly best friends. he had no judgements about the outfit in theory - with the exception of that god awful shirt. "and night time." he pours himself another drink - sprite, this time, and stares at the graphic on rory's tee, like he's trying to make it fade away by just using his mind -- preferably before abilene sees it. "is there more to it than just a pun about fucking? or is that, like, the whole joke? because i feel like i'm missing something."
foam party !
foam party !
"you kept your entire life's work in your dorm?" jasper questioned, the logic of that choice so obviously flawed to him that he was having difficulty processing it. who didn't back things up to the cloud these days?? unable to relate (try as he might, his life's work would never fully disappear. the internet is forever...), the blonde turned to judgment instead.
that didn't mean he wasn't going to help, though. for a price.
"i'll tell you what i know, but a strawberry lemonade, while refreshing, isn't gonna cut it. owe me a favor and we have a deal," he offered, hand already outstretched for a shake.
the look bear shoots jasper is lethal -- but he's mostly just because he can't direct it to himself. it was a stupid choice he'd made - he'd gotten cocky, thought everything would be fine, safe in the locked drawer of his desk. how could he have been so foolish? "where else was i supposed to keep it?" a fireproof safe, probably. but hindsight was 20-20.
though he'd hoped jasper would be persuaded just by the cool beverage, bear was prepared to give more -- even if he's not exactly thrilled about it. he preferred to be the one collecting owed favors, not having to owe them himself, but he simply had no choice. "...fine." he takes jasper's hand and shakes it, firmly, hoping he hasn't just made a deal with the devil. "tell me what you know."
“ roger that, ” naim offered a lazy mock-salute with two fingers, not really the best at making conversation with people outside his circle either, but if there was anything that could call him into action then it was the desire to be useful. and maybe he wanted to make a good impression and build a rapport with bear. it sounded corny even in his head, but naim also just wanted more friends. wanted more people to experience this ride with. “ we could definitely do costumes. ” couldn't help the smile on his lips as he noticed the interest in bear's eyes, almost nothing better than the feeling of his creative decisions being reassured. “ we could go with real fucked-up characters to emphasize the song ────── will graham and hannibal lecter, louis and lestat, holmes and moriarty, perry the platypus and doofenshmirtz. got plenty of choices. ”
"thank you." one less thing for him to worry about -- and he'd make sure to remember naim's generosity when the robots took over. "i'm not sure if we have the time for anything too elaborate - not with marijoy out of commission, with sectionals coming up so soon, but... maybe we could pull something simple together." the fog machine would probably have to do most of the heavy lifting, but hopefully the combination of that, paired with their costumes, and, hopefully, well-paired voices, would be enough to not make complete fools out of themselves in front of everyone. "or i could see if the drama department will let us borrow something?" by that, he means swiping a few pieces when no one was looking. "...i do actually already have a lab coat, though. maybe the last one would be easiest to whip together on short notice." and he did feel a certain kinship with the character...
gabe's expression shifted almost immediately at that, the corners of his mouth pulling upward before he could quite stop it. "zombie bob ross." he repeated, like he needed to hear it out loud to fully appreciate the image. "okay. yeah. no, that's actually..." he paused, looking genuinely impressed. "that's really good. because regular bob ross would probably be, like, the nicest person here. he'd paint something in the corner and tell everyone their mistakes were just happy accidents." a beat. "but zombie bob ross?" gabe laughed softly into his cup. "i'm sure he'd still be nice. maybe. he'd just also be trying to eat somebody."
the question came back to him then, and for once, he didn't seem to have to dig through twenty different possibilities before answering. "i'd pick david bowie." it came out almost immediately, casual and certain in a way gabe rarely managed when anyone actually asked him what he thought. "i feel like he'd make the party better. not even because he's famous. he'd just walk in and somehow make everyone else seem like they were doing the party wrong." he considered that for a second, then shrugged. "also, i'd want to know what he'd think of everyone here. which is probably a terrible reason, but..." another small laugh. "i think perception is really interesting."
josie beams when her answer seems to be the right one, grinning from ear to ear at the compliment she's given, already knowing she'll be living off the high of that for the rest of the party. who needed alcohol when gabe's approval existed? "i think he'd probably be really chill about it. like, he might eat us, but i think he'd be apologetic." if she had to sacrifice herself for someone, he seemed like one of the top options.
"okay, so you mean like, regular david bowie, though, right? not a zombie one? 'cause i don't know what zombie david bowie would have to say other than... brains." josie extends her arms out in front of her, doing her best zombie impression. "oh! i wonder what a zombie david bowie would sound like if he sung, though. that'd be so cool." for a moment, she's distracted as she tries to picture it, before her attention is brought back to gabe. "what's your perception of me? do you have one?"
mckenna eyes the gum on the ceiling and laughs, "um, magic? sheer force of will?" she kneels next to him with the book and places it on his stomach. "so this will act as a visual aid to let you know you're doing it right. i want you to put one hand on your chest, and i want you to focus on breathing through your diaphragm. that's a little organ located...well, in layman's terms, it's in your stomach area. using it to breathe will help you hold notes longer and your sound will sound fuller. if you see the book go up and down when you breathe instead of your chest, that means you're doing it right. are you ready to try?"
"it looks like it's been there for decades." he just hopes it doesn't decide that today is the time to fall down, while he's laying on the floor under it. sully rests his hand in the middle of his chest, and, somehow, manages to resist the urge to make a joke about the word diaphragm. "i know what a diaphragm is." two different versions of the word, technically, but he doesn't mention the second. "my drama teacher in high school told me i was supposed to sing through it, but she didn't tell me how to do that - she just got mad when i didn't." the question makes him a little uneasy -- what if he fucked it up, and embarrassed himself? - but he knows mckenna's here to help, and the only way she'll be able to do that is if he practices, and shows her what he does - and doesn't - know. "uh... yeah. i think so. am i just breathing, or...?"
"everyone does have to start somewhere... but also some people think they're gods' gift to women because they can sort of play an instrument." it's usually the guitar, but she's equal opportunity.
"fair enough." she shrugs. "you've sure got a nicer attitude than mine." and she won't judge him for being mr. sunshine. even if she's more jaded than she'd like to be, she can't help that.
”was that the vibe he was giving off? i didn’t notice.” because he wasn’t paying attention. he'd been far more focused on the lovely view provided by the front camera on his phone. sully had never been praised for his attitude before, but, he had to admit, he kind of liked the feeling. it was nice. unusual, and made him feel a little deceptive, but... nice. "yeah, well. i'm still learning myself, you know? trying to get better at singing."
had he made improvements yet? honestly, it was hard to tell, considering the whole... tone-deaf thing. but he'd been good enough to quite literally woo the pants off mr. and mrs. perez, so that had to mean something. "what about you? you play any instruments or anything?" don't make a skin flute joke, don't make a skin flute joke. ...nailed it.
“do you think the punch is spiked?” emery asked, as she stared into the bowl of ominous-looking red liquid. she'd already taken a glass, but was too scared to sip it. normally, emery was the kind of girl who got tipsy after two sips of alcohol, let alone a full drink. or two. “i poured this and i shouldn't have. do you want it?” @shcwtunes
"spiked?" it takes josie a second - after peering into the bowl with the expectation of tiny dinosaur scales to bubble up from under the surface - to realize what emery's talking about. "spiked with what? like drugs?" she steps a little closer to the bowl, trying to see whatever emery found so suspicious, but she's not sure she can make it out. she'd never be a drug sniffing dog. but maybe that was for the best, anyway. she was no narc. ...a rat, occasionally, but not in that way. "are you making me your tester? to see if i die, so you know not to drink it?" smart. that probably meant she shouldn't have any -- but she was thirsty. "okay. but you have to say nice words at my funeral. promise?"
𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴: brooks' house, @9:45PM.
𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷: @shcwtunes.
gabe had come to the party with one very important lesson learned from halloween: apparently, he could survive being perceived. more importantly, he could survive being perceived while dressed like a giant squid. everything after that felt considerably less intimidating. so, tonight, gabe had opted for the much safer strategy of showing up as himself and hoping that counted as a personality. he'd been lingering near the edge of the party for a while, drink in hand, watching the general chaos unfold with the quiet fascination of someone who wasn't entirely convinced any of this was real. still, he was having fun. in his own way. he'd even started talking to people without first mentally rehearsing the conversation, which was probably the closest he was ever going to get to personal growth at a house party. when someone drifted into his vicinity, gabe glanced over, taking them in for a second before lifting his cup slightly. "okay, hypothetical question." there was just enough seriousness in his expression to make it sound like this was about to be important. "if you had to invite one famous person to this party, who are you picking?"
person narrowed her choices down quite a bit, honestly. animal? cartoon character? mascot? any of those would have made it nearly impossible to pick from. but person she could handle. ...if any could actually come to mind. "um..." josie squints as she pours herself another drink, thinking it over, going through a mental rolodex of all the famous people she'd ever heard of. "wait, living or dead? 'cause if i can pick someone dead, i'd say bob ross. and dead... zombie bob ross. which would actually be way cooler, maybe, so... win-win." or terrifying, but, either way, it'd make for a memorable night. "what about you? who would you pick?"
"good, it better. we need you back on the team." she was sick of doing it all alone. she wanted sully back and she wanted to be co-choreographers together, dammit. "if you want, i'll wait outside the next practice and we can walk in together. and if anyone even tries to say anything i'll yell at them." she wasn't exactly a fighter, but she wanted sully there.
surprise was evident on her face when she turned to look towards sully after his proclamation. "really? i didn't know you two were that close." but it was nice to know luke had another person on campus who was watching it back. "and 'that's super sweet, but i don't really know if he wants people makin' a fuss about it. so just let him open up to you, okay?" in an attempt to make the topic move from that of her bruised boyfriend, goldie asked, "so, anythin' fun going on with you? are ya seeing anyone?"
it was nice to know that he was wanted - it wasn't something sully was used to, at least, not for something like this, and he just hoped it wouldn't end up with him letting someone else down. again. "thanks, but, uh... i think we'll call that plan b, okay? i want to at least just try and talk with him first. see if i can get back in without having to, you know, pull out the trojan horse or whatever." if he could actually do this, all on his own, fix a problem he'd caused... maybe it'd mean he wasn't totally hopeless. just maybe.
"oh, we're not." sully corrects, tugging the strap of his bag up a little higher. "but you and i are, and i know he means a lot to you." with the exception of the guy's ability to somehow keep ranking higher than him on the hot or not list, sully didn't have any personal beef with him or anything. as long as he didn't fuck over his friend - and, from what he could tell, he hadn't - he was cool with the guy. and he'd have his back, if needed.
"i'll play it cool then. but... you know, you can let him know he can count on me, if those dudes try to fuck with him or whatever. strength in numbers and all that. ...'specially hot little numbers like me, with huge biceps." he flexes, to prove the point, nearly dropping his bag in the process. "uh... depends on what you mean by seeing someone. had to leave the perez place. abilene flipped out about it, and they picked her side. ...kinda wish i hadn't told her about the whole fucking her parents thing."
who: bear & professor harcourt @onwiththeshcw where: computer lab, late afternoon
"i'm just glad i had my laptop with my when the fire broke out. can't even imagine what i would have done if i'd lost all this coding. i probably would have really lost it." because he'd been so composed without the loss of it. bear pulls the laptop out of its bag and sets it down on the desk beside one of the desktop computers, plugging it in to charge. "are you hungry? i got these chips from the vending machine i think they're gross, but you might like them. i don't know why i thought habanero sounded like a good idea." then again, he supposed a lot of the decisions he'd been making lately hadn't exactly been the wisest ones.
Indira leaned over Josie's shoulder as she stared at the iPad's screen. "So this tells you what's, like, happening outside without you having to, like, actually go outside?" Her eyebrows raised. "That's literally genuine. Why did nobody tell me about this? I've been opening my window and sticking my hand out like a Victorian orphan every morning." Granted, it was an app she already had, defaulted to on her phone.
She reached out to poke at the screen, immediately stopping herself when she realized it was not hers, but Josie's. "And it can lie?" She asked, suddenly suspicious. "Like, what if it says it's sunny and then you go outside, and it's raining? Can you sue the weather app?" Indira shifted on the bed as she continued to keep her eyes on the screen. "Wait, wait, wait." Her finger hovered over the little temperature number. "So, if it says sixty degrees, that's what it's doing literally right now?" Indira was genuinely amazed at the revelation.
"Okay, so what other apps do you know? Because I need, like, useful ones. Not boring useful, though. Like, an app that tells me when Mercury is in retrograde or an app that tells me if my outfit is cute, oh! If someone secretly hates me. All the fun ones!"
"yeah! pretty much." not that it really mattered too much -- josie was something of an indoor cat, so to speak, herself, but sometimes it was nice to know what was going on outside the walls of her dorm building. especially on the days when, tragically, she had to leave it to go to class. "that's so sad. imagine being an orphan and not having a phone?" she was definitely born in the right century; she loved her parents and tiktok.
"i think it only lies when it's predicting. kind of like a magic eight ball, you know? i'm not super sure what the law is on that." maybe it was something worth looking into, though, if it could lead to a payday for them both. "yeah! i think so! plus, see? cloudy, and look!" she gets up then, hurrying over to the window so she can pull back her curtain and reveal the gray skies that had been hiding behind. "cloudy! they nailed it!"
despite how much time josie spent on her phone, she wasn't totally sure she'd ever heard of any apps like indira was describing, but she was determined to find them. "i might have to do some research. but, usually, if you just put something in here-" she taps on the search bar in the app store, "you can find what you're looking for! if it exists, anyway. which one do you want to start with? 'cause i don't know if there's one that does all three of those."
where we we?: between berry house & the performing arts center, midday. who are we with?: an open starter!
“zines! get your zines here! fresh, delicious zines!” daisy hollered, feeling like an old timey carnival barker – which was the vibe she was going for. she had a stack of a5-sizes booklets in her hand and waved them emphatically over her head. “just kidding, don't eat 'em!,” she continued, before pausing for a beat, “or do! just as long as you buy one!”
her current run of zines was something daisy was pretty proud of. she'd been up ‘til two am digging through her collection of old magazines to find some cool stuff to finish up her collaging with, and the finished product was pretty neat if she did say so herself. but making them was only half the fun. annoying people on campus by being as loud & insufferable as possible so they’d buy just so she'd leave them alone was always a blast.
setting up in between her student accommodation and the performing arts buildings always worked in her favor – it gave daisy access to the perfect mix of people she already knew, and performative theatre kid allies. “zines! only a dollar for a handmade zine! cash or paypal!” a couple of people walked past, sparing daisy a quick glance before they just picked up their speed. “made by a trans lesbian! so if you don't take one to looks bad for you!,” she called out after them, tone turning sharper. sue her, she wasn't above using her identity when it was relevant. and a zine about queer power and feminism was more than relevant enough.
the truth of the matter was that sales had been kinda slow today. people heading to the performing arts centre were all too caught up in musical drama to spare her the time, and daisy had already canvased the spotlight longue earlier that morning. still, she wasn't giving up until she'd at least recouped on printing costs!
she approached the next prospective customer with a wide grin and all but shoved a zine in their face. “may i, perchance, interest you in a zine on how the average person can increase the radical queer and feminist joy in their lives during these trying times of political unease and unrest? only a dollar!”
josie wasn't necessarily the biggest fan of beans, generally, but there was a chance the kind being offered was of the candy variety, which meant it was at worth checking out. unfortunately, it's not until she's standing in front of the other woman that she realizes she might have misheard, and there are, in fact, no colorful, multi-flavored sweets being offered -- but the stack of booklets does still manage to grab her attention. "do these have quizzes that tell me what character i am? 'cause if it's an mlp one and i get pinkie pie, my whole day's gonna be ruined."
oliver can't help but grin when he sees sully take off his own shirt without hesitation, but he doesn't get to enjoy the view for very long, nor does he get the chance to thank him before he's tossed over his shoulder without warning. "sully!" he exclaims, rolling his eyes on instinct even though he absolutely does not mind being carried. "of course you're using this as an excuse to get me naked." not that he wasn't mostly naked to begin with, or that the idea doesn't sound appealing... "not that i'm complaining, obviously. i think getting naked in a nice, steamy hot shower together might work even better, though. or maybe we should just try both. worth a shot, right?" he shifts slightly, getting a little more comfortable where he's draped over sully's shoulder, and honestly, he's not in much of a hurry to be put down anymore, despite the fact that he's still cold. "so, how are things going with the calendar sale? did you save a limited edition copy for me?"
sully responds to oliver's protest with a playful swat to his ass - well, an attempt at one. it lands somewhere around mid-thigh, but he was sure the message was more or less received anyway. "oh, yeah, 'cause it's normally so hard to get you naked for me. i have to spend all day coming up with different ploys just for a crumb of cock. ya caught me." the shower idea, though... it sounded pretty nice. he could use one himself, and the addition of his favorite bath toy made for a good time.
"both. definitely both. shower to get you heated up, bundling under the covers to keep you warm. you'll be cozy in no time, baby boy." they'd both be. win-win. "uh... good, i think. i joined after they'd already started, so i don't know how the first couple days went, but... i think it's going okay? i'm not in charge of the numbers." probably for the best. despite some of the 'jokes' made at his expense back in high school, he sucked at math. "you want one? i'll sign it for you and everything. might be worth a lot of money one day."
"no problem- i just don't want to get sucked into a whole thing and miss class." she explains herself. doesn't want to come off rude.
oh! wow! this is so sweet... she's quite touched by the gesture. and from an unexpected source.
"thank you so much sweet boq-" voice put on much like he did, once she's taken it in. and then a shift, like he had, as she takes the bouquet and lifts it to her nose for a smell. fresh flowers are like nothing else. "this is so nice of you bear- really- thank you." and he's right, with everything... a role in a musical is not exactly top of mind. "i appreciate it. and i'm really looking forward to working with you." eyes are lit up with warmth. clementine was pleasantly surprised. she shouldn't be feeling things over something small like this, but isn't it the small gestures that mean the most?
bear could lie - say that this was all just a bit of method acting, that he was just trying to portray the part of act one boq, and that was the reason behind his kind gesture -- but it wouldn't be the truth. in reality, he just wanted to do something nice for someone, terrible as that sounded. oh god. was he going soft? no, of course not. he was just being unpredictable. never letting them know his next move. he was still evil, just incorporating the element of surprise into his act. "maybe i shouldn't say this, since i'm now living with your previous competition, but... i'm glad it was you."
guinevere did interest him, admittedly, but in a scientific sort of way. he had a feeling clementine would be a lot easier to work with, at least on this, and he was grateful for it. maybe he and guinevere could collaborate on something else -- something that wasn't a big production with all these moving parts. something more anarchic, maybe. "...you don't think she's listening, do you?"
