week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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[scooptimistic]

You don't get motion sick, do you?

[ Might as well check that first. ]

[gamboler]

[ A wave of his hand. ]

Not at all. I wouldn't get around much as an IPC representative without my space-legs. You?

[scooptimistic]

All good here! I'm as hearty as it gets!

[ Whacking her chest. ]

[gamboler]

Then we ought to hit the most outrageous looking roller coaster we can find, shouldn't we?

[ ...As they pass by a booth selling friend rattlesnake in it. Hm. ]

...Let's not tell Mister Messmer about that.

[scooptimistic]

...

Well, there are other foods! Maybe after the wild roller coaster adventure.

[gamboler]

Afraid you might toss your rattlesnake lunch?

[scooptimistic]

Never tried it, so I don't know! Might as well not risk it, right?

[ Not for this. ]

[gamboler]

Not until we've tried the other offerings, at least.

[ So if they get sick, at least they won't miss out on the fun.

Off they go to a fearsome looking coaster with several loops! ]

[scooptimistic]

Oooh, the Leviathan.

[ An approving nod. ]

This looks like a good time to me!

[gamboler]

[ Fortunately for them, the lines are fairly short today, so they're quickly shuffled onto the ride, and as luck would have it, sitting in the front row! ]

You're welcome to hold onto me, if you get nervous.

[ He's being genuine! ]

[scooptimistic]

Sir, I am offended.

[ Smiling. ]

[gamboler]

Just making sure--

[ But, oh, it's one of those launch coasters, so he can't get the rest of the words out before they're taking off. ]

[scooptimistic]

[ She is not latching onto him.

But. She is yelling in sheer delight, so.

Either way, Maya seems to be fine. ]

[gamboler]

[ Meanwhile, Aventurine is yelling —

Not because of the ride, exactly, but because he forgot to take off his sunglasses and they flew right off his face. Those were designer... :( ]

[scooptimistic]

[ You fool--

It's fine, maybe they're lying safely on the ground below!! ]

[gamboler]

[ He had one job, to hang on to his hats and glasses, and he failed...

As the ride pulls to a stop: ]

Let's go again.

[scooptimistic]

Sure!

[ She's absolutely up for it. ]

That really wakes you up, doesn't it?

[gamboler]

You were asleep before?! Surely my company isn't that boring!

[ As he just. Sprints right back in line. ]

[scooptimistic]

I was awake! But this gets the blood pumping!

[ And look at him-- ]

I don't think I've ever seen you this excited, either.

[gamboler]

Me? Well, this is almost like guilt-free gambling.

[ There's no threat of a real loss, but it's still fun! The adrenaline rush makes him feel alive. ]

[scooptimistic]

So you're a thrill-seeker, huh? That definitely makes sense for you.

[gamboler]

You seem like one, too. I mean, you'd have to be, to keep up with a job like yours. Certainly not for the faint of heart.

[scooptimistic]

Oh, definitely not.

[ Loftily. ]

I may be delicate, but I'm full of pep and vigor otherwise!

[gamboler]

...How many times would you bet you can go on this in a row without getting sick?

[ NO.... ]

[scooptimistic]

Probably ten. But I'd be hungry by then.