orioncayge
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Post by orioncayge on Jul 31, 2024 19:46:21 GMT 9
Oh my god would he shut the fuck up.
It was quickly approaching the thirtieth minute of Orion sitting on a pickle bucket listening to the difference between the various types of skylanders. It had started innocuously, an innocent question about someone's lock screen, now...well, it was getting the fuck out of hand. Orion's shift had ended thirty minutes ago, and he had somewhere to be. Yet here he was, trapped by the the chains of social obligation.
Zounds.
"And then you have the superchargers..."
Oh for fucks sake.
"Shit Zach, not gonna lie that shits pretty interesting..." Orion slapped both of his knees and rose to his feet, vape hanging limply from his lips. "But I really gotta make like a chip and get the fuck outta here." A couple of other staff shot him an idle glance, eyes peeling from fryers and ovens.
"Oh shit, Rion's off to go play pokemon again." One of the staff snickered.
"Ooooh, he's gotta catch em all yeah?"
Any other day he would have stopped and dealt with the wisecracking, a glare and some cracked knuckles would typically be enough to buy their silence and respect for his hobbies, but today he didn't have a second to spare. Tossing his apron aside, he bolted from the kitchen and quickly powerwalked his way through the dining room ducking and dodging past guests and other workers alike. He was a man on a mission and didn't have any time left for dis-
"EXCUSE ME SIR."
FUCK.
Orion winced and turned around to the withering glare of his Aunt Linda, one finger crooked in a beckoning motion as she spotted the flour covered fighter fleeing the floor. With grit teeth he quickly made his way to the matron, planting a kiss on each cheek.
"Ten thousand pardons," Orion panted, "I'm a little behind schedule. Got obligations to attend to n shit."
"Obligations more important than saying goodbye to your auntie?" The ginger haired woman lowered her readers and ran her icey blue gaze over him. "I swear to christ if the words "Pokemon Raid" leave your goddamn lips." Godamnit, not this shit again. Okay sure, Orion had a bit of a problem with moving his schedule around to play UNOVR, but like, he chose this lifestyle of its flexibility so he COULD do shit like that.
"It's not fuckin UNOVR." Orion hissed.
"Oh yeah?" The woman quirked a brow, clearly signaling he continue.
"He's got a fuckin date."
Both eyes shot to the heavyset ginger man who waddled over.
"A date?" Linda asked, turning back to Orion incredulously. "Since when? Why am I just now learning you're dating again?"
"Yeah, a date." Orion sighed, rolling his eyes. "Her name's Abby, I met her in Cali when I took that trip, we play Pokemon together..."
"She's the reason he redid the wheelchair ramp." Eddie teased, leaning on the table nodding over to his cousin with a smirk. "And why he's got that douche flute instead of smoking cigarettes now. Next thing you know she'll have him quittin the fighting business and going to college." Clearly this tickled Eddie, a snicker escaping his lips as he wrapped up his spiel.
"Oh my goodness, that's so sweet!" Linda's eyes lit up with joy as she rose to her feet and planted a quick trio of kisses upon her nephews cheek. "Look at you! I'm sorry Rion hun, scurry off and tell the sweet lady your auntie says hi."
"Give Abby my regards too." Eddie added, slapping Orion on the shoulder.
"Will do you two, love ya but I gotta..." Taking one step back as he spoke, Orion gave them each an apologetic smile before bolting out the restaurant. He was way to god damn behind schedule.
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Which beggars the question, how does one date a woman who lives the next state over? Very carefully, it would seem. The obvious answer was just to spend time in UNOVR, the place they met and their shared space. VR closed the gap in a matter of moments, which made it an excellent way to spend time together. Yet VR had a snag of its own, because while Orion might have zero issue using his real face in game, Abigail had not, and if he spent too much time fawning over Blue, he was worried she would think he didn't love her for her. Yet it wasn't like he could just haul his ass out to San Diego every other weekend either, so compromises needed to be made to bridge the gap.
Thus, the video call.
It was delightfully old school, the two would take turns selecting movies, videos, music, whatever really, and sharing it back and forth from the comfort of their own homes, yet they could share somewhat in the illusion of closeness, or so he hoped. This was the first time they were doing this and well...he desperately hoped that she resonated with at least ONE of the things he'd picked out to show her, otherwise this was gonna get read god damn awkward real god damn fast. Flopping down into bed with his laptop, Orion took a moment to check himself out in the camera preview in Discord. He'd opted for the ultra casual look of a simply black tanktop. Behind him a small pile of pillows framed the backdrop of his camera view. Satisfied he didn't look awful, he found Abby's profile and hit the nice green Call button.
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Laguna
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Post by Laguna on Aug 6, 2024 11:05:10 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/lMEe1CQ~png "Hey, sorry gang, but I gotta get going." Laguna smiled to her friends, the frozen pond had provided a wonderful moment to bond with her Pokemon, but time was slowly ticking by and she had places to be.
"Aww," Spoke up Glacia, skidding across the ice to a halt right in front of her. "Where are you going momma?"
"Going to see Orion sweetie. We-" She began, only for a faint blush to form on her cheeks. "We have a date."
"Oh! Can I come? I promise I'll be real quiet!"
She immediately laughed, gently shaking her head. "I'm sorry dear. Date's are kind of personal. It's not something to take extra friends and family along with, unless I asked ahead of time. Does that make sense?"
"Aww..." They sounded even more sad the second time they made the noise, only for a sudden frozen-rocky tail to slowly wrap around the Bergmite.
"Do not worry, little one." Suddenly spoke up Roxanne, a grin on their face as the massive Onix slowly lowered their head down to nuzzle against the small Bergmite. "We shall have our own little fun, let Auntie enjoy their date. There will be other times to spend time with Orion and her both. Come, skate with me, show me that jumping move you love to do."
By the content smile on Glacia's face, Laguna figured everything was going to be alright. With a sigh, she continued to watch her Pokemon having fun for a few moments before before suddenly logging out of the game.
Abby woke up in bed, and this time, unlike most times where she left the game, she was feeling almost giddy. It had been literal years since she was so excited to be in her own flesh and not the digital one. Work was work, and it was nice to contribute to something she loved, but even outside of that, it was just back to the game.
This was different.
It felt so silly, being able to hug and dance with him in virtual reality, but there was something so downright... special, about just kicking back and watching dumb videos and movies together. She already knew all about Orion, who he was in the game. His Pokemon, how he fought, what he stood for.
It was nice to learn even more about the man behind the... man?
Even still, she climbed out of bed and sat into her wheeled stool, gently pushing herself along the wall until she made it to her closet. Opening it up, she immediately began debating on what cute dress to wear today for their date. Abby logically knew that she didn't need to do anything, but her heart still told her that she should.
Eventually slipping into a cute light-blue dress that left her shoulders exposed, she made her way back over to her laptop and did what she always did while waiting for Orion to come online to text him.
Search through the internet to find dumb memes to send him as soon as he got there.
She had collected quite the collection at this point when the time continued to tick past, and Abby's nerves were starting to get the better of her. Orion was probably stuck at work, or in traffic. It would explain why didn't text her yet. Realistically, he would probably come in with some absolutely wild explanation, like some druken came down and drank the oil vats of the fryers at work or something and had to fight him off while covered in slippery, greasy oil like a god damn superhero or something.
Orion was the only person who could tell her utter nonsense like that, and she'd probably actually believe him.
Over thirty minutes had eventually gone by, and she was starting to feel a bit silly getting ready so soon. She knew Orion, he was a good guy. There was no way she'd get stood up... but even Abby was more than aware of her abandonment fears. They were irrational, she knew, but that still didn't help explain where the hell he was.
When he finally called, Abby was deep into a video about this insane chess game, that followed zero rules, that it almost startled her. Swiftly picking up the call, she immediately gave a playful pout at the camera, twisting in her desk chair. Even when she spoke, she was obviously teasing him, speaking in a very pompous-sounding Québécois accent [tangent=Have you come to ask forgiveness?]"Êtes-vous venu demander pardon?"[/tangent]
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orioncayge
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Bandana Guy
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Post by orioncayge on Aug 6, 2024 13:03:04 GMT 9
Orion had a million fucking pardons to offer swimming in his head as his hand shakily reached for the call. God damn was he late, fucking shit he was late, and he was going to tell her all about the dumb asinine bullshit that had kept him away from her beautiful face and then.
She flashed across the screen, and her voice danced through his ears, and all of his words died in his throat. His eyes widened, his face reddened, and his jaw hung slack for but a moment before he quickly struggled to find the words. His lips opening and closing like a mute muppet. What the fuck had she even said? It was clearly french, something he’d been spending some time learning via a sassy green owl during his smoke breaks, but he hadn’t gotten to what he hoped was the sexy sweet nothings portion of the program.
Fuck.
“I-” Orion stammered, the blush spreading across his face like wildfire. Thank fuck he had on an actual headset of she’d see the tips of his ears turning red even. Alright, buddy, you threw hands with fucked up corruption monsters, poked several gods in the eyes, and dealt with listening to half an hour of someone’s skylanders rant. He could face this down, and figure out what she’d just said. Starting with the first word he knew, Pardon, which was just…well duh? It was basically the same thing in English, French, and Italian. If he could rosetta this motherfucker he could guess that meant the same thing.
Word by word he broke it down, Demander sounded a lot like demand, or demanda in Spanish. The other bit well…he didn’t quite know that the fuck was going on, but he had Demand Pardon so he had a feeling, based on that tone, that she was teasing him, and here he was blushing, stammering, and totally fucking falling for it.
Fuck.
It was time to dig himself out of this mess. Most people subscribe to a “stop digging the hole deeper” mentality, and those people are pussies. Orion was a man of grit, determination, and ten percent mole. Thus if he had to he would dig himself through the earth just to come back on top.
[Tangent= Ten Thousand Pardons my darling] “Dix mille pardons ma chérie”
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His uncle had once taught him that the first thing you should ever learn in a new language is how to apologize, because chances are you’re going to fuck up a word or two and say something rather foul and piss someone off. He would take a moment, sucking in a quick breath and steadying himself.
“I was so nervous about seeing your beautiful face that I had to spend extra time doing my makeup.”
With a swipe of his fingers Orion would produce a bit of flour from behind his ear and rub it together with a dramatic flourish, ensuring she could see his gesture.
“Work was a motherfucker, then I made the mistake of asking why they didn’t make any more Spyro games and Zach went on a thirty minute rant about skylanders while I’m trying to clock out and get home to stare into your pretty chocolate eyes.”
Flattery was a second weapon to use, she’d gotten him with that beautiful accent of hers, but he knew how to press those buttons back. It was a dance, and she was his favorite partner to tango with.
“I'd have been here like ten minutes earlier but Auntie Linda n cousin Eddie were bustin my balls about why I was in a hurry. They both give you their regards, Auntie’s thrilled to hear I have someone keeping me out of trouble. But enough about me.” Wiggling slightly to get comfy in his reclining position, he would flash a dangerous smirk at her.
“How is the most beautiful woman in and out of UNOVR doing? That dress is fucking gorgeous, did you put that on just for little old me?”
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Laguna
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Post by Laguna on Aug 12, 2024 16:32:15 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/lMEe1CQ~png Abby got exactly what she wanted. That flustered face of his. It was rare to catch him so off guard, flustered and blushing so badly that he needed a moment to think. Blushing, stammering, and making a total fool out of himself.
She adored it.
Abby's playful pout had turned into a full on smirk, just leaning into the computer screen to look at him. Even when he suddenly spoke, seemingly finding the words for apologies in French after so long, she was just giggling right away. She quietly listened to him fully finish speaking. About makeup, work, Skylanders, and apparently his family. How interesting.
The praise to her dress certainly got her smiling, exactly what she had been hoping for. Not that she'd admit it.
"Oh yes, of course. Because you're a man who needs makeup. Been catfishing me since day one. Well, technically I catfished you, but-" She waved a hand back and forth like it was no big deal, clearly teasing in response with a laugh. "Doing good though. Been a pretty eventful day. Mostly because I left my jacket at home, and I tell you, the air conditioning at work is freezing me out a bit. The root of my entire problems today."
She laughs yet again, it's so light and freeing. "I mean, come on. It's not exactly like I can get up and walk around to warm up. So, you know. There I was, just freezing at my desk there, when I get the bright idea to get some coffee. So you know, I wheel myself down to the break room and grab a mug. Only to, well." She moves to grab the small little plastic cup on her desk that held several brushes and pencils, only to drop it down dramatically.
"You know. Take a sip, way too hot. Burns my tongue! Spills and goes, everywhere. And, well I can't exactly just, climb down onto the floor and wipe up the mess. So I had to go get help, and- you know what? Do you know how hard it is to go get someone to clean up your mess, because you're not able to?" Abby laughs again, slowly rolling her eyes as she goes to grab the juicebox from across her desk and takes a little sip.
"I mean, the folks at Hydance are super supportive, hah. But man, does it feel so silly. Like, I already deal with dropping stuff enough at home. I have a few of those, magnets on sticks and little gripper things. You know, the clawed things that you get at the supermarket for like, 5 dollars? Horribly overpriced, because then snap on you immediately? Whatever they are called. And you know, it's not like it's easy for me to just go down and get a replacement! Because I still have things all over my floor!"
"Heavens, I can't even tell you about how many times I get cereal everywhere. One time I got dry choco-puff cereal all across my carpet, and then accidentally rolled over it with my chair before I could clean it, and then it got all crushed in deep, and even my vacuum didn't seem to get it all out, and-"
She blinks, a faint blush forming on her own cheeks. She was absolutely rambling, now was not the time for that, no matter how much he rambled. It was cute when he did it! "... Ahem. No, the dress was, totally something I wear in my down time. Mhm. Glacia says hello, by the way! She wanted to come, maybe one day, heh." |
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orioncayge
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Post by orioncayge on Aug 12, 2024 17:24:04 GMT 9
Orion returned her silence in kind, nodding along as she spoke, at one point raising his juul to his lips and taking a silent sip, the sweet tingle of nicotine trailing down his spine as he exhaled away from the camera. Her ramble was adorable, and her voice was music to his ears after a long ballbuster of a day at work. Yet, as she spoke he couldn't help but find himself frowning more and more. The way such minor things were such larger obstacles for her to conquer, how such simple things like "cleaning up a spill of cocoa puffs" was suddenly a Herculean task.
Part of him wanted to leave Vegas the fuck behind and take care of her.
And that was no small part of him, and no small feat that she'd managed to pull off. Vegas was his very blood and soul, it was his roots and his family, everything he'd ever known. And yet...well, she was so different than anyone he'd ever been [Tangent=Not that he'd ever really DATED a whole lot of people.]with.[/tangent] Conversely he knew her well enough by now to know exactly how an admission of that would fucking go. She would tell him that she moved out there to be AWAY from her parent's to figure out living by herself and not having anyone take care of her. He admired her independence, it was something to marvel at. Yet, as she finished her super adorable ramble he'd simply force himself to smile back at her before she noticed any sour look on his face and would launch back at her with a little ramble of his own.
"Catfished me?" He asked with raised brows, a look on incredulity painted across his greasy post-work pizza face. "Yeah, with another babe maybe, damn." A wink was fired at the camera, and he snickered slightly, taking a moment to let that sink in before taking another pull of his vape and setting it to the side, exhaling out his nose like a dragon. "I fucking WISH I had the issue with things being cold where I worked. I spent most of yesterday and the day before working on the fucking wheelchair ramp for the 'Ria. Pourin concrete, making sure the slope was up to code, reinstalling a nice handrail, whole nine yards. It's like the lambo of accessibility now. Only problem is it's been..." he quickly checked his phone. "Low of one O two the for the last seven days and I swear to god my pits must be a portal to Atlantis because god damn have I been sweating like a motherfucker. Terry crews and the power of old spice cannot save me." He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Plus like, it's not like we're running a three star restaurant either so like, our AC makes sitting in the dining room livable, but back in the kitchen with the ovens and fryers? Christ I'm almost glad there's a computer screen between us because you could probably smell me from the state line right now I swear." Scrunching his nose, he fidget and sit up in his seat, adjusting as he got more comfortable. That was the problem with sitting in bed with a laptop as a taller man, it was night impossible to find the perfect position to sit in without having to hunch or scrunch over. It led to a nigh constant need to change positions every ten or so minutes or fall victim to back strain.
"Also, circling back, why the FUCK does a tire company get to be the end all be all of food critics? Like scuse the fuck outta me, how the fuck does that make ANY sense? That would be like if I hired a mall santa to write the score to my rock opera. Nothing to do with the price of tea in china." The entire time his hands gesticulated wildly to show his extreme agitation for this goofy ass nonsense.
Tire salesman as food critics, get the fuck outta here with that nonsense.
As he settled down, a soft sigh escaped his lips and his gaze danced back to her on the camera wistfully. "So like, speakin of your mon, what does your team think of me and...us?" He asked raising a brow. "Cause like, when I broke the news to Achilles and the gang they just hit me with this whole 'it's about god damn time you two' like it was super obvious we were like a thing, which I mean in hindsight like..." he paused and held his hands in the air in mock surrender. "Sure the writing was on that wall pretty fucking clear. Dancing in sand, where I shoulda kissed you, Dancing on the light screen beneath Zapdos, where I shoulda kissed you, there's like eighty different missed moments." His face reddened as he realized what exactly he just said. "Ahem, anyways, my team thinks you're the fuckin coolest thing since canned bread."
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