sleepover sleepover SLEEPOVER

[phantasmagorial]

[ With the handful of new Executors awakening after the first batch, Rei's starting to get a little bit dithery. They're getting to be a big group now and while she's more than grateful for the help (and the company), she still finds herself worried about the group's cohesion. After all, Lion had admitted that he'd lashed out when he'd first awakened, Kingslayer and Pariah were at each other's throats and Iris wasn't even sure she wanted to be here at all.

Not that Rei could blame her.

But if they're going to be a team, then they at least need to be civil with each other. And getting in a bit of bonding before they have to go down and potentially double-die couldn't hurt.

So Rei borrows one of the hotel suites – a 'luxury' suite, according to the receptionist but to Rei's eyes, it just looks tacky as all get out. But it's big enough for the whole group and after spending an afternoon dragging in all the blankets she can find (and a few mattresses – thank god there aren't any other actual guests here to complain about her pillaging their rooms), Rei makes one final trip to the conbini to get... pretty much everything she can carry. Alcohol is right out (sorry, wine grandpa) but she brings back bulging bags of sodas, sweet drinks of all kinds and pretty much anything that looks made to be chugged. After that comes everything vaguely snack and candy-like in the store and a few things that might not actually be good to eat, and Rei feels confident in saying she's done.

She'd mentioned to a few of the others that she was having a bit of a get together that night, so all she can really do is wait for them to show up. She's in her pajamas, she's looked up sleepover games in the library and snacks, there's a TV mounted on the wall and she has... never held a sleepover before.

This is gonna turn out just fine. ]

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[phantasmagorial]

Thank you.

[ Embarrassed huff! ]

Rei's a perfectly good name, so there's no point in coming up with anything else.

[schardynfreude]

Careful now, or you might become Inlustris if the sun is a bit too sunny for you.

[he's gonna find out people don't speak fuckin latin down here eventually but]

[phantasmagorial]

What does that even mean, anyway?!

[ "eventually" meaning "now", I guess ]

[schardynfreude]

Starlight, my dear. Lunae Lumen is a bit of a mouthful, although Lunae is nice in itself.

[phantasmagorial]

Now you're just making these up. Aren't you?

[ what the hell is latin 2: electric boogaloo ]

[schardynfreude]

Hm? No? Well, they aren't traditionally names, I suppose, but when it comes to the language, you can certainly turn most words into beautiful names. [what the hell do you call it if it isn't latin i did not think this through]

[phantasmagorial]

What language even is it, anyway? I've never heard anything like that down here in Purgatory.

[schardynfreude]

What language--what do you mean what language is it, it's--

Why it's--

[He has to...think about this...]

It's the...common parlance? No, that isn't right--perhaps it's a more royal, upper class language? Or even something old...?

[It bothers him that it seems both modern and ancient at the same time. also what's an english]

...Well, it's clearly some language I was aware of in life...

[phantasmagorial]

Geez. If it's an old language, then how old does that make you?

[ hah hah YM is a crusty old man. hah hah. ]

[schardynfreude]

Surely the study of ancient tongues isn't so uncommon. [But it doesn't feel ancient!!!]

[phantasmagorial]

Mmmhm. If you say so.

[ You can tell she's getting too comfortable with the gang, because we're escalating to teasing. ]

Maybe you could come up with a fancy ancient name for yourself?

[schardynfreude]

Rex.

[He makes a face.] No no no, Princeps? Dux? Regulus...hm, no. Dominus, that's an option...

Ah...but that's still presuming I'm some form of king. Perhaps there's some kind of quality about me that comes to mind that might be more suitable to base a name off of?

[phantasmagorial]

[ She shrugs. ]

It's the only real clue we've got, so I thought it might be worth trying... but if you're not all that attached to the idea, we could try something else.

[schardynfreude]

You all really hate Your Majesty that much, hm.

[phantasmagorial]

Ah, no, it's not that I hate it...!

[ Fret, fret. She didn't mean to make him feel bad. ]

It's just... if we're all calling you "Your Majesty" it doesn't really sound like we're talking to you like a friend. I don't want you to start feeling left out.

[schardynfreude]

[Oh.

Oh. Oh dear. He wasn't hurt by the sentiment, and depending on memory, it might prove awkward, and even now it's strange for some. But. She frets immediately and gives such an unexpected and heartfelt answer. He hadn't seen it coming.

Talking to him like a friend. He'd never given it a thought. It genuinely stuns him for a moment.]

My word. [He rests a hand to his chest, expression soft.] That is actually quite thoughtful of you.

[phantasmagorial]

Jeez, don't say it like that.

[ She goes a very fetching shade of red all over again. It's so easy to embarrass her it's almost funny. ]

It's just– well, it's like I said. Friends don't call each other things like "Your Majesty".

[schardynfreude]

[so CUTE] Friends, I believe, don't generally call each other things like 'Lion' and 'Magnum Opus' and 'Kingslayer', either.

[phantasmagorial]

That's why we're here to come up with other things to call them. ... if they want, obviously. If anyone's attached to the names they remember, I'm not going to force them to start answering to something else.