Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

You feel as if you've stepped through a door.

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[cupidand]

"More like picked up," she says. "We were still getting used to the whole manifesting thing--Fortuna had been working on it before we lost her--so we needed a little help. So I grabbed the PSYCHE program's appearance data to use--and then I kept it, 'cause I liked looking like the mortal who sings the song about dancing apocalyptic. Dancing, music, they're some of the things I share--'cause they're tangential to romance."

[breakaleginhalf]

"Point still stands, doesn't it. You guys looking human - or mortal or whatever - makes you superficially closer to us, without any of the actual relatability on your end, 'cos you're still weird ass, kind of eldritch concepts doing a really bad job of playing people."

Gil grimaces. "You don't understand us because you literally cannot comprehend how we think. Even Magician can't, and she's the personification of thought." But she was still the closest, in his opinion.

[cupidand]

"Well, yeah," she says. "I mean, we've got a list of things mortals like to refer to but even that hasn't been working."

[breakaleginhalf]

He sort of squints. "Seriously?"

[cupidand]

She nods. "I added Dances!!! (especially in winter) and Staying with loved ones."

[breakaleginhalf]

"...and you have a unique list for every single person, right?" In the incredibly done, resigned tone of a man who knows this is absolutely not the case. "Because I can guarantee not everyone likes every item on your list."

[cupidand]

That is definitely not the case.

"Even chairs, beverages, and skills?" But she shrugs. "You might have a point. I could bring it up at the next meeting."

[breakaleginhalf]

"Beverages-- oh my god." He rubs his face with one hand. "You can't lump shit like chairs and skills in with basic survival needs, holy fuck."

[cupidand]

She blinks slowly at him.

"... you know, you're a mortal," she says, thoughtfully. "You could write me a list of the general likes of mortals and I could take it with me to the next meeting."

[breakaleginhalf]

He looks back at Lovers as she talks.

Then stares for a few seconds.

Then takes his arm off the couch so he can rub his face with both hands.

"I mean, I could, technically, yes. But the fact that you need lists at all means they're not gonna work as much as you want."

[cupidand]

"Well," Psyche says. "Do you want some chocolate or popcorn while you think about it?"

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[breakaleginhalf]

He just snorts. "Could isn't would, babe. I'm not doing dicks for you."

WELP

[cupidand]

At that point, Gil will find himself dumped back where he started off from.