We Who Remain

[Circe]

"You said Nimbus was clowning around, and it alliterates with cloud. I take no responsibility for this confusion, sniff and huff of arrogance," Circe jests back to Sonja.


"Oh," she nods as she learns of the years of production and development she was unaware of for Dragon Ball.


Circe has to think on how to respond to that. "Hmm," she has to think for a second, "I would go with KGB alternative, but he is Austrian. Still," she points at the TV, "Lazy type casting it is to play yourself!"


"Well, I don't have a time machine and I refuse to offer a 400% tip to try to get them to speed up," she shakes her head at that. "And folks think I'm a criminal, ha." Circe looks to Sonja. "I mean, I AM. But I'm honest about it and I do NOT hold num nums hostage. Tut-tut on that behavior," at least Sonja was acting more like herself now.


And then it was werewolves. "Well, that is quite loophole. Nice steel select," Circe blinks as she leans forward to see what Nandor has. Then the squeak. "Oh, oh, oh ho ho ho! That, oh ho ho ho!" Sonja's entertainment choice gets her to break down laughing. Hard.

[Sonnie Wu]

"Noooooooo," she drew out the word, "I said he clouds around. Because he's a cloud. It's what clouds do." Duh.

"Oh, he's also Conan the Barbarian!" she added, with that last minute thought.

The Beast drummed her fingers on her knees, and kept checking the clock as they watched TV. The delivery was taking forEVER. The antici---




---pation was driving her crazy.

Watching the werewolves reminded her of something, "I gotta pee!" She got up and ran for Circe's bathroom.

[Circe]

Circe smirks at the monkey's antics. Classic Sonja. But she wasn't done, as she tries for a Richard Attenborough impression, "Ah, the miracle of cloning," then drops the accent, "Just to cloud up the subject, make it a foggier, for I am rarely cirrius. At least stratus-ically speaking, I rarely rain on a pun parade. Stratus-faction not guaranteed, no money back."


She nods along as Sonja continues on with Arnold's filmography. "True. And he loved Freezy puns in that live action cartoon movie."


"Okay! Bathroom's that way! No bidet to worry about!" Circe shouts as Sonja runs off.


This seems to be going okay thus far. It may be a temporary fix, slowing down the Spring's melancholy, or the start of a turn around. Circe gets up, retrieving her spirited drink. The Summer Queen wasn't lying about knowing how it felt. The drink is drained, dropping spirits down her throat to lift others. Waste not, want not as some say.


She returns to the couch, checking on the delivery time. They'd probably get another episode in before it arrived. Hmm. Half the courts were quite gluttonous she now realizes, what with how much Kray and Sonja chow down. At least Summer and Winter are more restrained. Circe frowns as it still feels wrong to call Summer restrained even if she felt it was highly effective, meritous means of mightily mashing monsters.

[Sonnie Wu]

After a few minutes, a toilet flush is heard, followed soon by the Beast returning to the sofa. "Dude, this thing is really awkward to pee in!" Yes, she wore the snuggly to the bathroom.

Was she recovering from her heartbreak? Yes, steadily. She'd been in a funk for weeks, but she was clearly coming out of it. The monkey girl wasn't back to 100% quite yet. Maybe 75-80%. Heck, by the time the Spring Coronation rolls around, she'll probably be Classic Sonnie Wu.

She flopped onto the couch, and wiggled about for a bit trying to arrange herself comfortably in that silly blanket suit. Then she settled in to watch the TV... and the door. That garlic bread was a-comin'!

Feels like a good place to call this one. Thanks for the scene. Sonnie needed some cheering up!

[Circe]

"Cumbersome attire is to be removed for toilet operations," Circe robotically informs Sonja, "Or with Imperial Stormtrooper armor, that's what the catheter is for," the smile turns smarmy, "I prefer to undress."


The next episode was starting. Probably take this before the meal arrived. It looks like option 2 for Sonja, despite doing number 1. "There are a few jokes I could make, buuuut nah!" Circe isn't sure if she is commenting on the show or their situation. At least she didn't have to do the dynamite.

The scene fades out to the two friends having a classic binge night, solely each others company. Until the door bell rings for their fried chicken and garlic bread. ooc: You are welcome! If it hadn't worked, Circe would've tried letting Sona handle dynamite next