asgardeventide | [Voice | D516, after the fiasco with the sea serpent]

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[Voice | D516, after the fiasco with the sea serpent]

It has come to my attention that in light of recent events, we have had little enough time to ourselves. Naturally, this is only to be expected in a time of war. However, we must not lose sight of ourselves in the midst of all this havoc, and I therefore have a proposal for the women of Asgard.

Would anyone, perhaps, be interested in joining me for an evening of light entertainment? We have precious little time before everything comes crashing down around our ears, and I wish to attempt to use some of that time to get to know my fellow ladies-in-arms a bit more.

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You wanna? We can meet up before the other stuff if you want, play a few rounds.

[A chuckle.]

I would simply love to, Ellie.

... really?

I mean, sure, let's do it! I've- got the money, I guess, I'll meet up with you over in Baldr?

[Insert some directions here. She seems happy, but as if she didn't expect this.]

Well, naturally. I must admit, I have found myself to be quite curious regarding other worlds.

Very well, Ellie. What time?

Whenever. I'm heading over there for a while anyway. Head on over when you're ready to get your butt handed to you.

I do believe my hips are firmly attached to the rest of me, darling.

I shall be there shortly.

Darling?

[It's hard to hear, but that's all there is before she hangs up.

A little later, Ellie can be found in the back of the arcade, trying to put exactly the perfect spin on the ski-ball to get it into the center hole. She's got it centered, but the right amount of strength seemed to elude her.]

[Maribelle comes into the arcade, looking about herself in fascination at the unfamiliar means of amusement. It takes her a little to find Ellie, due to Maribelle getting side-tracked by watching some other people play the games.]

Goodness, what's this?

[Grinning, Ellie turns around, the smooth wooden ball in her hand. In person she seems... smaller, somehow. Her personality is so much bigger than her actual body. She could probably pass for twelve, in the right clothes, and she's wearing the right clothes.

Jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt, flat sensible boots. A lump shows in the small of her back, another in her pocket. Weapons, if Mari cares to look.

She holds out the ball. It's much heavier than it looks, solid.]

Ski-ball. Try to roll it, get it in the baskets. Go on, give it a shot.

[Ellie's stature does not go unnoticed by Maribelle, naturally - although the older girl does refrain from saying anything about it. Instead, she delicately removes her gloves and takes the ball in her hands.]

Very well.

[So she tries... and fails. Miserably.]

Drat!

Drat?

[Ellie starts laughing, but gets behind her, picking up another ball.]

Here, try to let it roll off your fingers. You have to give it a little heft, so it pops up at the end of the lane.

[She shows Mari the arm motion, then hands her the ball again.]

Here, try again.

Yes. Drat.

[But she laughs, too, and watches Ellie's movements before trying again. This one is... a little better, at least.]

My, but this is harder than it looks.

[Grinning now, Ellie takes the next ball and makes a good throw. It ticks the center basket, but falls into the one right above it, for less points. Ellie does not say 'drat.' She says something else. Predictably, loudly.]

You're telling me. I'm a good shot with a brick, but this is hard.

[Yep. She was kind of expecting that.]

Quite. I wonder if there's some sort of trick to it.

[She tries again, this time doing only marginally better than before.]

Probably.

-hey that was better. It took me a while to get the hang of even that much.

[Maribelle laughs, beginning to enjoy herself.]

it's still quite difficult, I assure you.

[Still grinning, Ellie hands her the last ball.]

Go on, make it count.

[And so she does. ~~This is where having an abnormally high Luck stat comes in handy.~~]

Oh, my...

[She really hadn't been expecting that.]

... oh, that ain't even fair.

[A giggle.]

Well, I have always been lucky. I just did not expect this.

[Ellie very lightly socks her in her upper arm. It's more like a nudge, and grins at her.]

Okay, if you're that lucky at something like this, let's go play a two-player fighter.

[Leading the way, she steers them over to a machine in the back, where she pops in coins.]

So, you choose what character you want. I'm going for the purple ninja girl with all the knives. ... this is your joystick. Just move it whatever way you want to go. This is your punch, your kick, your throw.

[Patiently, Ellie explains the buttons, already brightly excited. Long ago, Riley did much the same thing for her.]

[Maribelle has been around Sully long enough to not frown at the gesture, but she's caught off-guard by it. Fortunately for her, Ellie leads them to a most peculiar contraption.]

What an odd machine. However does it work?

[She's not particularly interested in technology, true, but she is curious about other worlds - and this is clearly not of her own world.

She selects a girl in pink with a staff, and pays close attention to Ellie's instructions.]

Science.

[Brightly, Ellie presses a few buttons as the fight screen starts up, showing Maribelle how it makes her character move and throw blows.]

Try pressing the punch button three times.

What?

[She's had a classical education, Ellie, she doesn't know about science.]

Oh! So this causes them to do something other than punching! I see. How very interesting.

Awesome. That's a simple combo. Now try getting closer and using punch-punch-throw, and pull the joystick left.

... because that's the only free shot you're getting.

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