ALGEBRA CAN DIAF [dating sim???]

[girlwhocried.livejournal.com]

[Driven to temporary madness by how utterly moronic people can be, CW is now huddled in the middle of a large patch of grape hyacinths in an alcove of the courtyard, twitching slightly and muttering gutturally to herself. Her hair and clothes are also splattered with something red...

Probably because, painted in very large letters upon the walls of the courtyard, are the words:]

DECOY OCTOPUS LOVES VULCAN RAVEN

[CW continues to twitch.]

Algebra that, fuckers.

[As if CW can give points in this state, but whatever. Courtyards are romantic, right?]

Comments

[carrioncannon.livejournal.com]

[Raven glances toward the wall and notes that it isn't blood.]

I have heard that algebra does affect some very poorly, but never to such a degree.

[girlwhocried.livejournal.com]

That's because it wasn't even algebra. Don't you seeeeeeee, VR?

[Prances happily over to the wall and starts to paint little hearts all over the place.]

We must free the people from the evil clenches of algebra! Only then will they see the truth!

[carrioncannon.livejournal.com]

[Patiently humors her.]

What truth would that be?

[girlwhocried.livejournal.com]

Why, the truth! [Makes a grand, sweeping gesture at the wall.] It's right in front of you! In front of all of us! With no icky math to get in the way! [...is painting flowers now.]

[carrioncannon.livejournal.com]

The garden?

[girlwhocried.livejournal.com]

[For a brief second, the fog in her eyes clears, just long enough to stare at Raven and shake her head.] Damn, birdbrain. I don't know what he sees in you.

[The moment past, she returns to her red-daubed doodles, humming tunelessly: little blobs with eight squiggly lines for tentacles! Slim shapes with pointy beaks and spread wings!]

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

[D:]



[With an epic NO, Octopus dives for the paintbucket or whereever the hell she's getting all that paint from, grabbing it and frantically flinging the remaining contents across the wall, so that it now reads... "Decoy Octopus loves Vulcan Raven", with some kinda random red splattery bits here and there.

Shit. Curse his lousy aim.]

[girlwhocried.livejournal.com]

[D<]

ALGEBRA DEMON, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE???

[...oh. That's not so bad then.

Still, now all her pretty red paint is gone! CW pries open another paint can with a beleaguered sigh and resumes her crazypainting.

Ooh, now she can add blue hearts!]

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

[Reaches towards the new paint can... Makes an incoherent noise that sounds vaguely like "ehnk." Forget it.

Octopus slumps to the ground, in the depths of utter despair.]

[girlwhocried.livejournal.com]

You look stressed, Mr. Algebra Demon. Is the weight of the non-mathy truth too much for you to bear? You should relax. Have a cigarette or something. [Begins to paint a heart with pretty blue wings on the back of the Algebra Demon's trenchcoat.]

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

[Octopus remains on the ground in his nice happy emo fetal position.]

...curse you...

[carrioncannon.livejournal.com]

Octopus?

[nudge]

Are you all right?

[girlwhocried.livejournal.com]

[Recognition gleams in CW's eyes.] You're Decoy Octopus?



...ohh.

[Smile!] You should be happy, then! Don't you like my work? Didn't I do a good job?

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

...my life. is hell.

[Slowly Octopus rises to a kneeling position.] Huh? Yeah, sure why not kid. [Totally not paying any attention to CW right now.

Sigh. Time t' face the music. He raises his eyes to Raven.] Well. Whaddaya say, Raven man?