Random Scenario Thing

[forblaze]

0 × Recruitment. I want you(!) to join our army! Remember to always give in to whatever ridiculous demands they want. Alternatively, they've just joined the army and you're trying to make a good first impression. 1 × Shopping. It's your duty to make sure the army stays supplied some how so make sure you pick the best weapons and sell what you need to get the funds. Wait, no! You can't sell that! It has sentimental value! 2 × Watch duty. Morning, day, evening, and night; someone has to keep a look out around camp! You wouldn't want any brigands or monsters to sneak into camp and cause trouble. 3 × Training. Wake up, wake up, rise and shine, daisies. Lesson one: A soldier must have discipline and what better way to prove that than by waking up before sunrise for some intense exercise? 4 × Healing tent. You used to be a great soldier until you took an arrow to the knee. Injuries are bound to happen on the battle field so you might as well get used to finding the healing tent now. 5 × Benched. You haven't been benched! You're just… holding down the fort while everyone else goes off to fight. 6 × Romance. Is now really the time for a confession? Did you even realize you were in love? Chat it up and get those A/S supports going. 7 × Restoration. The war is over and as much as you want to relax, there's still a lot of work that needs to be done. 8. × Desert level. The sun is blazing, the sand is hot, it's hard to get around, and did you just trip on some buried treasure or run into a mirage village's wall? 9× RNG. Shenanigans.

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[twitchery]

The tent was on fire. [Wait. That makes it sound like.] I didn't set the tent on fire! I don't know who set the tent on fire! But there was a tent on fire and I was trying to put it out! Nah's dad heard me when I shouted for help and helped me because...you know, gods, a tent was on fire. But when he left I heard him talking about rethinking things and maybe not being ready and later I heard he just bought a ring. Gods. Gerome. [And he stops just short of grasping Gerome by the shoulders and shaking him vigorously.] What do we do?

[geronimoe]

[...Okay. That was far more of a grave situation than Gerome thought it was going to be. He expected Owain to have swung in there and accidentally knocked the poor man out.]

I hadn't heard of any tent going up in flames. [That is an incredible concern. He looks towards the door, intending to rush out once this conversation is over, but for now-

He should just tell Owain that it's not his problem, and that he should fix it, but Owain. Trying to set up Nah's parents again. It would be disastrous.]

I- I am hardly versed in matters of romance. Ask for someone else's aid. Inigo, perhaps. [Though dear god Inigo might botch that up too. There's no way to win.]

[twitchery]

Gods. It's Inigo! [He's even horrified at the thought. (Especially, unbeknownst to both of them, the tent on fire actually was Inigo's fault due to a botched romantic candlelight dinner attempt.)]

[geronimoe]

...Right. [Way to go, Flower Man.] But even so, why look to me? What can I possibly know about repairing a marriage proposal?

[twitchery]

[To be fair it probably was something like this and he just went out to get some roasts and the like. ...maybe.] Well. I know manaketes aren't wyverns but I thought maybe you might know something? Look, I didn't have anyone else to ask. Lucina's busy, Inigo's Inigo, Brady would just start bawling, and we haven't found Cynthia yet.

[geronimoe]

[Suave as hell.

But Owain is getting the flattest look right now.]

You surmised that just because I am learned in wyvern care, I would be more qualified to speak with Nah's parents. [You can't see his glare behind his mask, but can you feel it, Owain. Can you feel his contempt.]

Go find one of the elders in the camp. Your mother, for example. Leave me out of this.

[twitchery]

Alright, alright. [He can feel it. It burns. He's going to leave.] Gods. I'll talk to someone else. Figure out a way to fix this or...something. Maybe I can get Brady to stop bawling enough to play a romantic violin solo.

[...there is a timeskip pending. Are you ready?]

[geronimoe]

Quite. [That's it. Gerome actually goes off to do something else in the middle of Owain's babbling.

Gerome is never ready. Mun is super ready.]

[twitchery]

[Two hours later Owain appears out of nowhere, looking pensive, downtrodden, but also carrying two slices of cake which are solemnly plunked down in front of Gerome.

They are chocolate.]

[geronimoe]

[Gerome was sitting at a nearby bench, polishing another mask that is an exact copy of the one he's wearing. Minerva is sleeping nearby.

Gerome sees Owain approaching, eyes him wordlessly, and then watches him set the cake down.

What....] Can I help you?

[twitchery]

One's for Minerva. I mean, I know she probably doesn't eat cake but it didn't feel right getting you a piece and not her.

[Fidget. That explains nothing.]

Look, I'm sorry about earlier.

1/3?

[geronimoe]

[Owain is saying he brought this cake for him. Owain. Apologizing with cake. And with a piece for Minerva, who not only doesn't fancy cake, but cannot eat chocolate.

But Gerome certainly does. And he has a bit of a secret sweet tooth.]

oop, done!

[geronimoe]

[But Owain. Cake. Should he be suspicious? Will Owain make Gerome eating the cake some sort or ritual or pact wherein he now must aid in the quest to unite Nah's parents again or whatever? Is it a bribe in the first place? Should he fall for it??

But. Chocolate. ):]

[geronimoe]

[Swallowing quietly, Gerome sets the mask and rag on his lap. He looks back to Owain.]

You brought this cake as an apology. [A statement, just to clarify, in case he's jumping to conclusions.] Where did you get it from?

[twitchery]

I, er...do I really have to say it?

[He might've had some bonding time with his mom earlier.

...and then Libra intervened because they were two culinary disasters.

...

And then Miriel was attracted to the hot mess and scienced up the other half. And he felt really awkward having his friends' parents help him with stuff. But. Shut. Up.]

[geronimoe]

[Yes, he nearly says, but stops himself. It's clear Owain's apology is sincere, at least from what he sees. Gerome was prickly, but not so much that he would kick a man whom had already lain himself low.

Eyes back on one of the slices, he pauses before reaching and drawing one of the slices in front of him, fork along with it.]

Not as long as it was a credible source. [Muttering as he pokes his fork into the cake,] I should rather not eat a cake made by Noire's mother.

[twitchery]

Nah, I made it. [This is likely not going to help.]

[geronimoe]

[The fork pauses in midair just before Gerome can take a bite.

He looks down at the slice. Thank gods he's wearing this mask. But all in all, the cake looks harmless enough. Good, even. But Owain really made this?

Regardless, Gerome would feel bad if he didn't eat it. He lowers the fork to speak.]

I... had no idea that you knew how to bake.

[twitchery]

I didn't! I had my mom help me. [And there's a pause.] And she had some help...

[Yeah, the look on Laurent's mom's face before she ultimately stepped in is something he remembers. It is engraved upon his soul. Just her reaction upon seeing their culinary carnage.]

[geronimoe]

[Ah. If Lissa and another adult had a hand in it, it should be fine, right....

But just in case. Gerome shakes his head, reaching for the other slice.]

Minerva cannot eat chocolate. [He pushes the plate back towards Owain.] You are free to consume this cake on her behalf.

[AKA if Gerome's going down then so are you.]

[twitchery]

...are you sure? [Suddenly he has less faith in his offering. Fortunately he managed to keep from recoiling in horror, but...less faith. Trusting his stomach to the cake seems perilous.

...as does waking Minerva, she seems asleep.

...crap.]

[geronimoe]

Completely.

[Don't think he doesn't see that hesitation. You dug this hole, Owain.]

[twitchery]

[Deep breath. Reaches for the cake. Takes it, hesitantly. Mutters something almost completely under his breath about heroes and challenges and not backing down from them. He's girding his loins, at least metaphorically because doing it literally would be weird right now.

And then a fork of cake is scooped up and he stares at it and sees within it his doom. It goes inside of his mouth.

He has a very weird expression upon taking a bite. He is unsure.]

[geronimoe]

[Gerome brings his fork back into his hand, the little bit of cake brought up to his mouth, but he's hesitating himself. Not just because of his skepticism either. Owain is making the most bizarre-looking face, just before he finally eats it.

Well. Bottoms up. Gerome steels himself and opens his mouth again before closing it around the bit of cake.]

[twitchery]

[Quietly chews, swallows.] Is it just me or, er, does it taste...strange?

[Not necessarily bad weird, but one of those cases in which you know there's something off. And that off might just be the recipe having a little too much of this or a little too much of that but ultimately no big deal or it might be the ominous foreshadowing of bladder problems later.]