[Open] What a lovely day for a picnic~

[bloodwriter]

Characters: Disciple, Dolorosa, and open to anybody!
Setting: Floor Twenty-Five
Format: We're comfortable with any format you decide to put up.
Summary: Dolorosa & Disciple decide they would like a nice time away from it all, so why not have a nice picnic? If you would like something cooked over an open fire, Di will happily cook it for you!
Warnings: Fire and smoke, but only if you are really careless when playing out in the open.

After running to get to this peaceful floor, Disciple happily runs out in the open to floor 25. She falls instantly on the grass and rolls in it as Dolorosa quietly sets up the big blanket and the food. Embarrassed that she wasn't helping out, Disciple gets up and does her fair share by setting up a small fire to cook on.

When done, they both smile at their accomplishment and relax.

Comments

[restitchtime]

There are many reasons why Rose isn't particularly fond of her roommates, but this sort of shit is one of them. She sighs and flashsteps to the side, hoping that the act will be enough to throw Di off and break up this reluctant game of tag.

[bloodwriter]

Disciple giggles as Rose sidesteps her. During her time as Rose's roommate, she could never catch on whenever Rose was either annoyed or confused. All she knew was not to touch her stuff. But since she wasn't touching anything and was just playing around, she could be forgiven, right?

Di quickly stops and gives off a playful growl at her, getting ready to chase her again.

[restitchtime]

Rose raises an eyebrow at that, arms crossed irritably over her chest. She was ready to flashstep away again if the troll came at her once more, but this entire situation reeked of stupid shenanigans.

So she gives a simple "Really?" to try and end this before it got out of hand.

[bloodwriter]

She gets out of her stance when hearing her comment and shrugs sheepishly.

"Sorry! When I get playful, I really get into it!"

[restitchtime]

Score another one for sardonic diplomacy, then. Rose untenses a little bit, although it's difficult to tell unless you're looking for it. She's really grateful she's not going to be spending the next fifteen minutes speeding around the meadow.

"Didn't know that just walking around was enough to set you off. Next time you really need to fucking warn somebody."

[bloodwriter]

"But you were not walking around. You were running away from our direction."

Unless she saw things differently? She's not sure. She's guessing the smoke may be getting to her.

[restitchtime]

"So now people on a jog are an invitation for tag? Christ, remind me never to let you near a track team."

Rose is twisting words to be obnoxious again, but she doesn't really care. Trolling people makes her laugh, and that's something that she needs very much right now.

[bloodwriter]

Ok, she's just gonna look confused at you and shrug it off as typical Rose talk. She then sniffs the air and looks shocked.

"MY MEAAAAT!"

[restitchtime]

At that Rose barks out a laugh, clearly amused at this practically karmic turn of events.

"Looks like you're going to be having a lot of fucking ash for lunch today."

[bloodwriter]

"The hell I am!" Screamed Disciple as she tried to salvage most of her good cuts (which was thankfully a lot). Not caring for the heat, she took the burnt ones out of the fire quickly and pouted.

"I am glad I saved most of it. And if not, at least we have the reserved food from the cafeteria...although I am still suspicious of your kind of food."

[restitchtime]

"My kind of food?" That earns another unseen eyeroll from Rose. "That fucking trainwreck in the cafeteria doesn't even bother to pretend to actually be my kind of food half the time."

[bloodwriter]

"Then what is your kind of food?" She asked while leaning towards her curiously.

[restitchtime]

"Edible without killing you, for starters." Rose is tempted to add 'but that should be obvious' to her reply, but considering the Disciple's previous actions she's not entirely sure that's a fair assumption to make.

[bloodwriter]

She thinks for a bit. "Hmmmmm, sounds reasonable to me. That means you can eat our food then. And that I can share my spoils from hunting whenever I see you!"

[restitchtime]

"Or you could keep them to yourself and save me the trouble of saying no every time."

She waves a hand dismissively. The last thing Rose wants is a corpse still dripping blood dropped off on her bed while she's out as an early Christmas gift.

[bloodwriter]

She huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms.

"Hey! What is wrong with my spoils? If anything, I haul great catches!"

[restitchtime]

"If by great you mean stinking and more than it's worth."

She shrugs. Skinning and cooking her own dinner isn't exactly Rose's idea of fun, considering her exclusively urban upbringing.

[bloodwriter]

She looked away in thought.

"Huh. You are right in that aspect. Smell is certainly the downside of hunting."

Di still brightens up though and looks towards Rose.

"It is still worth the time to me though! And if you would like, I will be more than happy to make it more pleasant by cooking it for you."

[restitchtime]

"What I'd really like is to not be bothered by it at all." Rose replies, face and tone perking up in a mockery of the Disciple's own. She can't help herself sometimes.

[bloodwriter]

Ok, she recognizes what she's doing and is just...giving her a look now.

[restitchtime]

Rose smirks right back, clearly pleased with herself. Even better if Disciple calls her on it, as that leads right into a nice antagonistic conversation.