[ anon text ]

[truesight]

[ so! Alfheim. that happened. Rachel's still pretty tired from it all, mostly because she had to flex her power's abilities more than she ever had to since she got here. so she'd gone comatose for a little bit, figuratively speaking, landing face-first on Stiles' bed ( ... not like that! which is the point of this anon transmission, but we'll get to that ) and not getting up until she was sure she couldn't physically sleep anymore.

which just left her spending a lot of time with Stiles.

which is such a- it's really, really great. it's the greatest. Stiles is pretty much the greatest! and considering everything the city just went through, she almost feels bad making a whole post about this. but she's torn, okay. her best friend from home isn't here, and Stiles is her best friend here, so she can't really ask him, so.

here's this- ]

Hello, fellow Travellers!

I hope everyone is doing well.

I have a question! Well, a request for advice, more accurately.

Let's say, back home, you were in a position of power. Minor, minor power. More like you were gifted with an ability that nobody else had. It made you valuable! But that power, and those abilities, were a gift, one that you had to make a promise to a very powerful person before being presented with said gifts, even if you were the only person qualified to receive them. A willing sacrifice! To prove that you were worthy of the gifts. And if you broke that promise, the gifts would be taken away. And you would probably be cursed, somehow, but you haven't put much thought into it because that's seriously scary. Anyway.

Part of that promise was that you swore you would never- [ have sex. lose your virginity. do anything that could possibly spoil your 'maidenhood' ] -eat chocolate covered strawberries. Ever. Now, at the time, you never actually ate a chocolate covered strawberry before. So making the promise seemed pretty simple. You could handle resisting that temptation, of all things. No big deal!

But then you show up here, and you're stripped of your powers and responsibility, and all of a sudden you're presented with, you guessed it, chocolate covered strawberries. And not just the cheap, over-processed fake kind you see on the shelves around Valentine's Day, I mean freshly grown, freshly dipped, homemade chocolate covered strawberries. They're the real deal. [ "They are being offered to you by a really, really cute guy" ..backspacebackspacebackspace let's not be TOO OBVIOUS, Dare ] Juicy and sweet and perfect. Someone is here and they're offering you strawberries and you find yourself, for the first time, seriously considering taking a bite of that forbidden fruit.

My question is - do you break your promise here, knowing that the person you made the promise to might never find out? Do you take the risk of them finding out, somehow, once you return back home, even though you don't even technically have those abilities here so the promise might not count? Or do you hold true to your promise and resist all things chocolatey and strawberry-y, because you gave your word and that's all that matters?

Help!




[ ooc: all replies from Rachel will be anon unless stated otherwiiiise ]

Comments

private; still anon!

[truesight]

[ the way that text made her laugh is what makes her finally trust her gut in thinking this is Stiles, so. hm. ]

That's the thing, too. Back home, I would be pushing the limits on that oath even just thinking about eating a chocolate covered strawberry. And the more I think about it, the more I keep thinking that, even if the person I made a promise to was here, I would still want to push and bend that promise as much as I could for



for strawberries, yeah.

That it's worth it. Worth the consequences and whatever else.

And the fact that I waited this long is kind of telling enough, isn't it? That I tried?

So much private. All the anon. No one will ever know it's them.

[teenyoda]

It's up to you in the end, you know. Back home and here are really two different worlds and this place is barely a dream. But if you somehow think you're going to get in crap for eating strawberries when you go home, don't eat the strawberries. But if you want strawberries anyway and might maybe eat them at home anyway...

The strawberries would be happy to be eaten. Like, any time. For as long as you want strawberries.

[truesight]

"might maybe eat them at home anyway" See but no, this wouldn't even be a question back home. Strawberries aren't even in the equation there. Never gave them a second thought, in the whole year+ I spent being banned from them.

And then I get here and there's this very particular circumstance that, bam, presented me with chocolate covered strawberries. It's not just about the strawberries, that's the whole problem, the whole complication. Strawberries are great, everybody knows that, but what it really comes down to is where they comes from. You know? Who you're sharing them with.

[teenyoda]

Really? You never wanted chocolate covered strawberries back home?

[Gloat gloat gloat gloat.]

Well, if you DO plan on having them here, and again, that's totally up to you, just make sure you only have them with one person. Because chocolate covered strawberries are a special, magical thing. And a strawberry might just die if it found out you were having chocolate covered oranges on the sly.

[truesight]

I might've thought about it in the general "wonder what that's like" sense, but I never actually had the desire to try them, no.

I think I've lost track of the metaphor, but, yeah. Special and magical. Only going to share that with one person. That was never really a question.

Plus, oranges are gross.

1/2

[teenyoda]

Strawberry no longer looks like an actual word to me anymore. :|

Very magical. There should be candles and music.

For strawberry enjoyment.

[teenyoda]

Fuck oranges. >:|

[truesight]

s t r a w b e r r y. Sure it does. You should say it out loud a few times, that might make it real again.

[ she's definitely baiting him, because she's definitely creeping up the stairs to get closer to his room while she types. it's taking some effort, but. worth it. ]

who needs them? not me.

also no music what if it ends up being a really catchy tune you want to sing along to but you can't because

you're eating strawberries

[teenyoda]

Duh. That's what mix tapes are for. Or, mix cds. Or playlists. Just put like, romantic strawberry eating music on it and not something that you want to get up and dance to.

[He is blissfully unaware, laid out on his bed, head propped up with his pillows as he reads his screen, Hale taking up all of his stomach and half his legs with his wings out.]

But music can go if it's just strawberry eating time.

[truesight]

Romantic strawberry eating music! That sounds like something out of one of those risque fruit consumption videos. I'm not sure I could handle that.

[ she's so sneaky, sneaky like a ninja, quietly padding over to his doorway and veryvery carefully moving to sit against that same wall next to it, not quite ready to give up this whole "anonymous" thing yet ]

Music and candles usually mean it was all planned out. Wouldn't that kind of take away from it? I sort of like the idea of one day just looking at my intended strawberry-sharing-person and just knowing and then being like "Hey, let's go get some chocolate covered strawberries together", and just going for it.

[teenyoda]

Maybe this person you feel like sharing strawberries with will have a contingency plan in the event you feel like sharing chocolate covered strawberries with them. Maybe they have stuff for that.

[truesight]

I didn't even think of that...

What do you think the odds of that are? I mean, just guessing. Do people usually do that? Have just-in-case plans?

[teenyoda]

That probably depends on the people involved. Have they talked about having strawberries. Is this something that's come up? If so, it's likely that the one waiting for the other to want to indulge in some red fruity goodness might have made sure that in the event of a chocolate strawberry emergency, there was a plan in place.

[truesight]

Yeah, we've talked about it.

And I might've mentioned that I'm bad with plans.

I'm not a planner.

He is though, he's good at plans.

But to me plans are like- boxes, kind of, sort of.

Not all bad! Boxes are useful. But sometimes they can be restrictive?

and the idea of there being a strawberry plan is kind of making me really nervous for no reason that was unexpected

[teenyoda]

I bet he's got a specific contingency plan that takes into consideration your dislike of plans if he's that good at planning.

[He hadn't before, but he was coming up with one now, dammit.]

[truesight]

Oh. Maybe. Yeah.

Or I could just take him completely by surprise and show up on his doorstep with a basket of strawberries, without warning.

Would his plans have taken that into consideration?

[teenyoda]

They might.

Maybe his contingency plan is to just eat the damn strawberries.

[truesight]

No candles or music.

Just chocolate covered strawberries.

[ and now for the least subtle thing she's said on this entire post ]

Napkins! We would need napkins. That's the only actual planning needed.

Where the hell does a girl even get napkins here?

The kind you use when eating chocolate covered strawberries, I mean.

[ she might've snorted a tinytiny laugh after sending that, but then she's covering her mouth with her hand ]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles hadn't heard the laugh, but Hale raised his head, looking at the door and letting out one of his little chirrupy squawks.]

Why the hell would you need napk

Oh. Yeah. Napkins.

Maybe a girl could be friends with someone that can draw her some napkins. Or I've heard they're not needed. Not that they shouldn't still be used, because napkins, but ah... rule of Asgard states that the reasons behind napkin usage aren't really a factor here.

[truesight]

[ no, hale, shh, hale. ]

there's a napkin rule?

[teenyoda]

[Hale is up now, waddling over to the door and giving it a scratch.]

So I've heard. Apparently travelers here can't get


Messy. They can't get messy from eating strawberries, so... no napkins needed.

[truesight]

[ Rachel is literally on her hands and knees crawling away from the door as soon as she hears that okay. so there's a pause before she answers- ]

Is that absolutely positively accurate?

[teenyoda]

[Nope, sorry. Hale hears mommy and mommy better come do something before Stiles has to get off the bed to see what his draggy is doing.]

It's what I've heard. You might want to ask around about that, but, yeah.

1/2

[truesight]

[ but she's like, down by the bathroom door now ( because she wasn't about to stop in front of Scott's door or Dadinski's door ), ready to tuck and roll herself in there in case Stiles does end up leaving his room. like a ninja. for now she's kind of just crouched on the floor, listening ]

Gods, you can't just go around asking people if those kinds of rumors are true, that's how people earn bad reputations.

[truesight]

God**

ha ha ha like there's more than one god

or i guess there is here, so nevermind.