THIS PARTY IS OFF DA HOOK...

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[aceordisgraced]

[overflow from here]

Thanks. I hope I'm leaving a good first impression right now, since once the party's over I'm dressing down again. [He laughs a little.] And you look great, too. Nice dress!

[painfeels]

You don't need to flatter me. I look terrible. [The mask? Those glowing red eyes? That wheel coming out of her back? Yeah.]

And the dress isn't helping.

[aceordisgraced]

Come on, don't say that. [Nick is looking right at those eyes and the mask and the wheels. Of course, he's realizing now that it can't really be fashion. He wasn't sure a lot of fashion trends involved nailing yourself or stapling masks to yourself. How would you even wash your face like that, the side of him that asks pointless questions wants to ask.

He's got to admit to himself that it's grotesque and it's scary. And he's not exactly smiling anymore when he crosses over to her. It looks painful and he's got a lot of questions he assumes she won't want to answer. It's probably got to do with her name issue.]

You don't look like the other girls I know but I think you're pulling off the dress well, y'know?

[painfeels]

[It's probably good that she doesn't look like any other girls he knows. Just herself was enough for the rest of the world to worry about.]

You really think so? It was hard to get it on, but...

I'm glad you like it.

[aceordisgraced]

I think it paid off, really. You should be more confident, Painwheel - twirl! [He grins right at her. He's even patting her head and has no intentions of mentioning her strange... accessories unless she does.]

[painfeels]

W-What?! A twirl... right now? You can't be...

[crap, this is all too sudden. What does she do?

... There's only one thing Painwheel can really do right now.



A twirl.]

Um... was that okay?

[aceordisgraced]

[He didn't think she'd actually do it. He blinks once, recovers from the surprise while she's twirling, and smiles at her when she turns back to him. With a nod, he raises his hands and gives her a polite applause.]

That was perfect. See, you're good at this.

[painfeels]

[Painwheel's just full of surprises.]

Sure, whatever you say.

So, you liking it here so far?

[aceordisgraced]

Liking it? Hmm, that's a good question.

On one hand, we're in a war and I've got some kid friends I know from home I'd rather have at home. On the other hand, I get to meet people from a whole lot of different places, like you. It's good-bad I guess.

[painfeels]

[Like her. Oh...]

You like it better than me. I want to be back home, with my mom and dad.

And I want to find those people, the ones that did this to me. I WANT TO MAKE THEM PAY!

[aceordisgraced]

[Holy shit what?! Phoenix is sad for a moment at her wanting to go home, but he's surprised by her following outburst and jumps when she yells, holding up his hands.]

Painwheel?

[painfeels]

[Whoops. That just happened, didn't it.]

Sorry.

[Okay, must calm self down.]

I get angry, talking about those people...

[aceordisgraced]

[He lowers his hands quietly.]

It's okay. Are you okay?

[painfeels]

I'll be fine.

[a deep breath.]

Yeah, don't worry about me.

[aceordisgraced]

... You sure? [He smiles at her. He's obviously worried, but he's already backing down. He hardly knows her enough to step into those boundaries without her permission.]

[painfeels]

It'll be alright.

.... There's not much I can really do it about it.

[aceordisgraced]

Hmmmm.

[He taps his chin thoughtfully.]

Well, I don't think I can do much about... that, right now, either. But if you ever need a hand with anything you can hit me up. Do you want to get something to eat?

[painfeels]

Yeah, thanks. I'll remember that.

[oh hey, a convenient subject change! let's go for it.]

Now that you mention it, I wouldn't mind some food.

[aceordisgraced]

That's the spirit! When you come to a party, you have to eat whatever good food they have to offer!

Let's go!