Seven Sisters - DateQuest
- Thread starter Ford Prefect
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tbh that's all students talk about
like when I graduated I was worried about my go-to small talk of "so what major are you in" and "how's exams treatin' ya" were going to be null and void.
iunno man linguistics student love to talk about their studies
like, I saw one create a thread to talk about their studies and then a quest about a bear studying linguistics
they're strange people
- Location
- 委員長の牢獄
Look, the second one was all you guys! I only made it about a bear, you independently decided to make it study linguistics!
(I mean the outcome didn't surprise me, but I didn't force it to happen
)...but yes. Explaining linguistics things is fun. Even the weird shit that most people don't understand very well.
Alastor Mobius Toth
***** ***
- Location
- Neon Ghetto
You must know students very different from the ones I do.
The last person I heard trying to talk about their major almost got their nose broken
But that might be just social sciences thing.
Chapter 9.6 - Not that late
- Location
- The Hague
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Ask how she got that hangover.
"Big Friday night?"
They give a perfectly coordinated 'uuuuuugh.'
"Big Friday night," you confirm.
"It was just ..."
"... sometimes you get a little excited sometimes."
"And then someone says, hey, why don't we do shots? And you say, okay, sure!"
"While you're thinking what the fuck are shots?"
Pleio is quite aggravatedly slicing her hands through the air for emphasis. "And it turns out it's that dumb thing where you drink small amounts of really strong alcohol really fast, and just keep doing it until you're like, I don't even know. I actually don't even know."
"I'm going to hazard a guess and say pu-"
Rias throws her arms around your shoulders and covers your mouth. "No hazarding, guesses or otherwise."
With a yelp she gets pulled away and when you glance back she's been strapped in. You give the dashboard a look. "Be gentle, Solitude."
"I'm sorry Miss Kantares, but we are traveling very fast," the little computer says, sounding almost apologetic. "It's difficult to protect every occupant if they're not sitting. I'd be upset if you were to be hurt. I think Asher would be too!"
There's a somewhat long pause between Solitude's last and second-to-last sentences. Pleio raises her eyebrows.
"I didn't put it up to that," you say. "It's an old story. So who got you that sloshed? Pember?"
"She might look like the type to drink a lot, but no."
"We spent an afternoon in a library, and then went from there to a place down in Zeus. Or maybe up in given it was on top of a skyscraper. What was it called?"
"SEVVA, I think."
"It's not on top of the building, but it was probably SEVVA," you say. "It's a good bar."
"The people we went with - the librarians - said it was their favourite. We didn't spend the whole night there though."
"Because you were getting rowdy?"
"Nothing like that," they say in tandem, with a bit of a giggle.
"When it started getting really late we went somewhere else. I don't remember what it was called, but I remember it being kind of freaky. And maybe underground."
You laugh. "You went to Hell. It's a fetish club the basement of the same building."
"Ooooh," they both say, then Rias continues on her own. "You've been?"
"Sure. I'm not a fan. Drinks are really overpriced and the selection is poor. My friends say it's all about the atmosphere, the at-mos-phere," you lightly chop the steering wheel three times. "But you can get atmosphere are places where you don't have to sell DNA strands to get your hands on a Long Island Ice Tea."
"Well I kind of like it," Pleio says, almost a little indignantly.
"What I remember of it, anyway," Rias adds.
"Librarians ..." you shake your head. Since you left UIram the only librarian you've had any real contact with is Siri, and you can't exactly imagine her in an underground bondage club that smells faintly of blood and sulphur. "Though now that I think about it you two do a lot of clubbing, going by your photos on Bookface. You probably would have gotten to Hell eventually."
Rias waves a hand. "I don't really like drinking in Zeus. It's so, I don't know the word for this in English, but so baruslin."
Pleio snaps her fingers and puts on some kind of accent. "Cha baruslin, kere."
The two of them laugh. You remember that 'cha' is some kind of colloquial superlative but the rest ... you'll have to google it.
"Ah, you're so lost," Pleio says, wiping at the corner of her eye. "You should learn Mielin. Anyway. Clubbing is a good way to make friends."
"Even if it's the kind of thing Namimi used to do," Rias says, then sticks her tongue out.
"Your mother was a party animal, huh?"
"She was a disaster area," Pleio says, sounding almost dead.
"Still is a disaster area," Rias says, equally so.
You start to laugh and cover your mouth. "I shouldn't."
"Ah, it's not that big a deal. She's not a bad mother she's just so embarrassing."
"My sweet sixteenth ..." Rias moans from behind her hands.
Before you say anything else Solitude rolls to a stop. To your left, past Pleio and in the middle distance a squared off cave beneath a half dozen glass towers smoulders with the light of half a million paper lanterns. After a brief struggle with the seatbelt, Rias joins her other half by perching on the edge of the door. You suppose you should take them in.
[ ] First things first: oliebollen.
[ ] Take them for a walk along the outer edge of the markets, where the amateur jewelers and artists set up.
[ ] Dive right into the fashion rows.
[ ] Channel your inner Venusian and drive the Regalia down one of the larger rows.
"Big Friday night?"
They give a perfectly coordinated 'uuuuuugh.'
"Big Friday night," you confirm.
"It was just ..."
"... sometimes you get a little excited sometimes."
"And then someone says, hey, why don't we do shots? And you say, okay, sure!"
"While you're thinking what the fuck are shots?"
Pleio is quite aggravatedly slicing her hands through the air for emphasis. "And it turns out it's that dumb thing where you drink small amounts of really strong alcohol really fast, and just keep doing it until you're like, I don't even know. I actually don't even know."
"I'm going to hazard a guess and say pu-"
Rias throws her arms around your shoulders and covers your mouth. "No hazarding, guesses or otherwise."
With a yelp she gets pulled away and when you glance back she's been strapped in. You give the dashboard a look. "Be gentle, Solitude."
"I'm sorry Miss Kantares, but we are traveling very fast," the little computer says, sounding almost apologetic. "It's difficult to protect every occupant if they're not sitting. I'd be upset if you were to be hurt. I think Asher would be too!"
There's a somewhat long pause between Solitude's last and second-to-last sentences. Pleio raises her eyebrows.
"I didn't put it up to that," you say. "It's an old story. So who got you that sloshed? Pember?"
"She might look like the type to drink a lot, but no."
"We spent an afternoon in a library, and then went from there to a place down in Zeus. Or maybe up in given it was on top of a skyscraper. What was it called?"
"SEVVA, I think."
"It's not on top of the building, but it was probably SEVVA," you say. "It's a good bar."
"The people we went with - the librarians - said it was their favourite. We didn't spend the whole night there though."
"Because you were getting rowdy?"
"Nothing like that," they say in tandem, with a bit of a giggle.
"When it started getting really late we went somewhere else. I don't remember what it was called, but I remember it being kind of freaky. And maybe underground."
You laugh. "You went to Hell. It's a fetish club the basement of the same building."
"Ooooh," they both say, then Rias continues on her own. "You've been?"
"Sure. I'm not a fan. Drinks are really overpriced and the selection is poor. My friends say it's all about the atmosphere, the at-mos-phere," you lightly chop the steering wheel three times. "But you can get atmosphere are places where you don't have to sell DNA strands to get your hands on a Long Island Ice Tea."
"Well I kind of like it," Pleio says, almost a little indignantly.
"What I remember of it, anyway," Rias adds.
"Librarians ..." you shake your head. Since you left UIram the only librarian you've had any real contact with is Siri, and you can't exactly imagine her in an underground bondage club that smells faintly of blood and sulphur. "Though now that I think about it you two do a lot of clubbing, going by your photos on Bookface. You probably would have gotten to Hell eventually."
Rias waves a hand. "I don't really like drinking in Zeus. It's so, I don't know the word for this in English, but so baruslin."
Pleio snaps her fingers and puts on some kind of accent. "Cha baruslin, kere."
The two of them laugh. You remember that 'cha' is some kind of colloquial superlative but the rest ... you'll have to google it.
"Ah, you're so lost," Pleio says, wiping at the corner of her eye. "You should learn Mielin. Anyway. Clubbing is a good way to make friends."
"Even if it's the kind of thing Namimi used to do," Rias says, then sticks her tongue out.
"Your mother was a party animal, huh?"
"She was a disaster area," Pleio says, sounding almost dead.
"Still is a disaster area," Rias says, equally so.
You start to laugh and cover your mouth. "I shouldn't."
"Ah, it's not that big a deal. She's not a bad mother she's just so embarrassing."
"My sweet sixteenth ..." Rias moans from behind her hands.
Before you say anything else Solitude rolls to a stop. To your left, past Pleio and in the middle distance a squared off cave beneath a half dozen glass towers smoulders with the light of half a million paper lanterns. After a brief struggle with the seatbelt, Rias joins her other half by perching on the edge of the door. You suppose you should take them in.
[ ] First things first: oliebollen.
[ ] Take them for a walk along the outer edge of the markets, where the amateur jewelers and artists set up.
[ ] Dive right into the fashion rows.
[ ] Channel your inner Venusian and drive the Regalia down one of the larger rows.
- Location
- The Hague
- Pronouns
- He/Him
an insidious means for your dutch descended gf to plump you up
Soo... does that mean they would stuff us with food, or we Pleiorias? Given the size differences involved I'm thinking the former would invariably devolve into the latter, even with us being technically outnumbered.
- Location
- The Hague
- Pronouns
- He/Him
An oliebol is like a dumpling donut thing. I dated a girl once who introduced them to me.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
DannyboyZero
Has a GIF for that
- Location
- United Kingdom
[X] Take them for a walk along the outer edge of the markets, where the amateur jewelers and artists set up.
Theminimanx
Professor of Antiquarian Esquivalience
- Location
- GMT +1
[X] First things first: oliebollen.
My Dutch pride demands it.
My Dutch pride demands it.
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] First things first: oliebollen.
I'm hungry, which is influencing my decision-making.
I'm hungry, which is influencing my decision-making.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] First things first: oliebollen.
I get the impression that Pember has been doing a fair bit of independent research on this topic lol
it's okay pleio
we don't know either
Anyway, as for votingz:
[X] Take them for a walk along the outer edge of the markets, where the amateur jewelers and artists set up.
Let's work our way in slowly from the outside, that's always fun with markets.
[X] Take them for a walk along the outer edge of the markets, where the amateur jewelers and artists set up.
[X] Take them for a walk along the outer edge of the markets, where the amateur jewelers and artists set up.
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