#rudebustxr

[dreemerknight]

@rudebustxr // continued from here

Kris hasn't quite gotten over the initial disappearance of Susie, but, they don't feel like they have a right to make a big deal out of it. So they're just... trying to act normal. That always works out, right? Bottling shit up is a normal and awesome way to handle everything.

So they quirk a sly little smile, one hand in their pocket and the other lifted in a thumbs up gesture.

"Wouldnt dream of not inviting you. I was gonna go test it out while helping deal with those weird things rampaging. Wanna come play band again?"

[phantommirrored]

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"Hey, if you get tired of eating all the snack trays, there's a place where you can roast marshmallows." Shadow had been trying to get in on some of the sliced meats, but Susie kept beating him to the punchline...So, he was cautiously optimistic he could redirect her.

"There's graham crackers and chocolate too, if you want to make one of those?"

[rosebudflora]

"♪ I'm a beautiful bountiful bounciful queen! I'm totes max adorbs with a wonderful sheen! LOVE, LOVE, LOVEITY LOOOOVE~!! ♪" For Rosebud, there was nothing quite like a stroll (or in this case, a bounce!) through the city. It didn't even dawn on her that she had wandered into the less than savory side of the city; she was simply too enraptured by the sound of her own voice singing a, quite frankly, hackneyed melody. But her formidable combo of singing and bouncing would come to a screeching halt; but fortunately, without Rosebud herself being the one to screech.

"...Hrrm? What's this like, totes cringerino doodle on the wall?" The flower woman's eyes were locked on what appeared to be... well, certainly not something she would consider art, on the wall. A wily coating of graffiti, showing what seemed to be a purple dinosaur girl wielding an axe. It radiated a rebellious aura to be sure... but it wasn't cute at all. Quite the opposite, in fact!

"Oh nonono! That won't do it all! It needs charm! It needs... A face lift!"

Grabbing some paint and brushes from her flower pot, Rosebud quickly got to work repainting the vandalism that had so rudely tainted this wall. In no time at all, what was previously graffiti art of a dinosaur girl had now be covered up by a much prettier, smiling image of Rosebud winking at the viewer.

"There we go! Anyone that comes by here deserves something good to look at, teeheehee!!"

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[silentnightmayor]

@rudebustxr  liked for a starter

Heavy handed on the spice and the brandy. Rich in flavor but dangerously chewy. It is eerily reminiscent of Rudy’s infamous fruitcake, and it is the only reason why she was sticking around the Star Trial as long as she is. Not only because it takes forever just to chew one bite, but also because she has gotten lost in compilation. A marvel, really, considering the rowdiness that is flooding into the place due to it being what most people would consider dinner time by now. 

As everyone bustles noisily around her, she sits at a noticeably unoccupied table. As though she had gotten the point across that she wants nobody near her. Her fingers are steepled over the cake, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Only a few bites have been taken of it, and sitting next to the plate is an untouched glass of rum that the vendor had recommended to “complete the experience.” Or, as Rudy used to say, the “stuff that helps make your jaw feel less sore.”

All deep compilation ceases once something is caught out of her periphery. Carol turns her head to see quite possibly THE LAST creature she ever wanted to encounter here, behaving just as rude and unsightly as she was the day she had the misfortune of meeting her.  Susie.

The mere thought of that beast playing with Dess’ guitar as if it were some common toy, then having the nerve to say she would be taking Noelle to the town festival JUST to spite her. Oh. How the venom splashes against the back of her throat.

Instead of saying something cross or getting up to leave, Carol maintains her composure, remains seated, and speaks cooly:

"Susie, was it? I take it since you're here you didn't end up Noelle to the festival after all. Good."

[computerqueen]

If the distinctive click-click-clicking of high heels on pavement doesn't give away Queen, then the tall, blue figure quickly approaching Susie ought to do the trick.

She leans down to Susie's eye level and greets her with an ear-to-ear grin. She wasn't expecting to run into the Lightner, but it's a pleasant surprise all the same.

* Well Well Well * If It Isn't Susie * And How Are You Today My Dear * Amazing How We Can Meet Like This In A World With No Fountain (AFAIK)

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[healprayers]

no place like "home"

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Hazy eyes peered over the distant horizon line, marked by swampland. Wobbly legs carried him along the townhouses, taking in what's supposed to be his "new home". None of it was familiar. The smell certainly wasn't, given how meticulous about keeping it pristine he was at his actual residence. Perhaps calling it "home" would be a stretch, but it offered a base, at least. Nothing like this, when he was housed with two people he knew nothing about, with nary a bit of guidance to suggest to him how he was supposed to relate to them.

It threw him off balance, enough that he couldn't stay in there. Normally he abhorred being alone; being surrounded with nothing but his thoughts offered so little peace, given what they often told him, given what haunted every step as a result. At the moment, though, he couldn't let himself be around them. He could tell enough to grasp that they were whatever this world's equivalent of Lightners were, and it wouldn't do for him to make this about himself like he had so intimate a habit of doing.

His back slid against the townhouse's wall, sweat beading on his head as he tried to take it all in... And yet, no matter how hard he tried, his mind couldn't grasp it. It's like... it wasn't real. Sure, nothing about him was, but even more so here. The irony lay in the fact that it didn't feel real because he didn't know anything about it. Not a single, damn thing, besides what had been told to him when he was shipped out here by a kindly stranger. And that's precisely it, isn't it? Ralsei never went anywhere he didn't know anything about.

Maybe he should've spoken up to Kris sooner. He didn't know how this related to that, exactly, but surely his own inaction resulted in this. Like... the world was falling apart. The "worse" ending that he predicted was coming to pass. That distant world on that board that he saw, containing unknowns? He should've fought to know them.

He barely felt the brownstone. His paws skated so quickly on it, that he distantly noted that he brushed it over a loose piece. That was supposed to hurt. Ralsei knew what pain felt like. But... he couldn't bring himself to feel much of anything. Maybe that's further proof to substantiate the fact that none of this really existed. Maybe it was just a nightmare, and he'd wake up from it!

...but then, he'd felt like he'd been in a nightmare ever since he was "born". So maybe he'll never wake up.

[spiderstaff]

👏 (YOU DONT HAVE TO DO THIS IF IT’S TOO COMPLICATED)

MUSE FUSIONS (musions, if u will) - ACCEPTING

Notes:

Voted most likely to flamingo someone's house or yard

Itching for a fight, but fluctuates between brute force and stealth; she seems kinda conflicted with herself about that.

Laughs loud and often

Might come across as quiet at first, but really opens up around friends, and isn't too hard to befriend if you're nice to her.

Sometimes struggles with self confidence, though...

u KNOW she ate that french fry off the ground back there

[bergentrucking]

@rudebustxr​ // sc.

       “ it’s nice weather today, isn’t it? “ it was something of a cliché among humans attempting bland small-talk - but for someone who had been trapped under ground for several years, it was a rather profound statement. 

       while the humans he had encountered so far had been kind, he found it to be overwhelming to be around them for too long. ( he would have preferred if they were cruel to him - perhaps it would have alleviated his guilt. ) he much preferred the solitude ( er , near-solitude ) and array of diverse flowers that the ‘savior’s respite’ offered.

        “ ...i suppose any weather is nice, though - in retrospect. ” he chuckled quietly as he picked only a select few of the flowers - ones that he recognized enough to make tea out of later.  “ it’s...being around so many humans that is going to take some adjusting to. ”  he gave a short pause, thinking back to the utterly bewildering encounters he’d already had here. “ ...are you from the underground as well? ” it was still baffling to imagine that there were monsters that had never known the absence of the sunlight.