Where: Some Pub in Neutral Territory When: 4th of April 11pm Who: @oflightfeet
In general Genie wasn’t a negative person. She saw herself as pragmatic. She knew the world sucked. She knew it was full of shitty people (herself included though she did what she could to even out her karma). She knew that it was difficult. She knew that one single moment in your life could change everything and that single moment didn’t even have to be in your control. You could get into a car accident. Your house could catch on fire. You could lose your job, a family member could fall ill and you had to look after them. These were things that happened every single day to people and changed everything. One tiny thing could happen out of your control and change everything. Genie wanted to say ruin everything, especially if you were living below a certain level of income. But again — she wasn’t a negative person.
What was worse was sitting around and waiting for something out of your control to change everything. She knew it was coming, whatever it was. They all knew. There was a reason she had a very impressive home base set up in the Minecraft server she’d set up for herself, Wren, and Zach. Because nobody was sleeping. They were mourning, and they were waiting. And she was trying to distract herself.
After dying to skeletons the fifth time that night Genie announced she was going to go to a pub, because she needed to get out. That if Wren wanted to join her he should because she needed to get the fuck out.
That was how she ended up sitting in some shitty run down pub, her head leaning down on the table in front of her, with greasy terrible food spread across the table, and Wren on the other side. “You know I think this whole ‘peace between gangs’ deal ends in an hour. We might have brawl, or else we’ll get in trouble,” she pointed out — joking of course, but Christ some people made it seem that way. Genie raised her head up to pull the plate of waffles closer to herself, as she looked at Wren with a deep, and very dramatic sigh. “What do you think is going to happen? With all that crazy cult stuff?” Then she gave a pause trying to think of a more positive way to direct the conversation, “what do you want to happen? Maybe they’ll admit how hypocritical and evil they all are and will throw themselves into a volcano to sacrifice themselves to whatever weird skull thing they worship or whatever.” Maybe that wasn’t necessarily positive, but one of the most cathartic things you could do was vent about how much you hated something, and how terrible it was to someone who also thought that same thing. So, it was positive in a way.