Jacklyn has started a new game with the following players:
Jacklyn

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 7 9 1 6 8 2 3 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " j a c k l y n " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " j a c k l y n " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 7 9 1 6 8 2 3 }

I am so sorry to read this. May everyone one of those One Thousand hundred and 40 days live on in your memory a bring you peace and joy for the rest of yours days. Just as she would wish it for you. God Bless

"…okay? So fuck it," she offered, though she was missing that dismissive and cavalier slant that would normally accompany such a pithy reply. Instead, she looked a little worried — maintaining that concern she began to lean forward with. "I'm 'externalizing my locus of control' — that's what Lilly would tell me if I told her this same thing. If every direction is wrong, then stop taking their directions. That's why I asked if it was a money thing."

But, well, now she had a clearer picture of what all of this looked like… or she believed she did, anyway.

"And that's all, sorta…" Holly interdigitatedm, gesturing her hands together. "…all part of the whole package of Elodie. She's, like… your soulmate."

Oh good heavens, she said it.
But she didn't say it like it was some discovery, some novel observation that should give you hope.

…because what she observed didn't reflect all that you talked about, but… that unvoiced question lingered in her aura, instead. Your expression warmed, but what what was holding it back?

Jacklyn has started a new game with the following players:
Jacklyn

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sits at a table

You debunk the military thing, like, immediately, and he has to laugh at himself. "Point well made. I'm sure my dad would love to try."

A quiet sigh. "Nothing I do with my life is going to please them, no matter which way you swing it."

There wer a multitude of issues with his parents. Trust him on that one. "I'm just... never going to be enough for them. I'm not the right kind of man. And they stand for so much that I hate, that should be a point of pride, right?"

A brow lifts. "Yeah, Dee's kitchen." His expression warms, an ease entering it that doesn't exist with his own parents. "They're great. The parents I wish I had, pretty much. Totally cool with her being bi/pan/whatever, supported all my weird lifechoices, they're like, my second family. They adopted me. And when we lived close together, that was a dream, having parents who were interested in what I was doing, supporting me, as much as Dee. Dee's parents are basically the best."

"Bro."

Holly flipped her phone around to bring up a picture of Chef Andre Rush. "…army. Chef. Worked for the President. Look at the size of this man. I dare your dad to look down on him."

Not that you explicitly were trying to mimick that giant of a man, but there were massive exceptions to your parents' views everywhere you looked.

"…and even outside of the army, but whatever I'm talking to you, not them. And you're right, if it doesn't come from a logical place, it won't be defeated by logic anyway…" she cooled on pushing the point, especially as there seemed to be more underpinning your relationship with your parents than just this issue.

"…yeah I mean, if you've got good insurance on your kitchen — though I guess that would be Dee's kitchen, huh? What about her parents?"

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He sighsk wishing it was as easy to dismiss them for him as it is for you. "I mean, I know that. Dad's military, and just... has some traditional bullshit in mind for men and women."

Then it dawns on him that you think cooking is sexy, and he flushes, grinning wide for a moment. "That's what I say, too! I mean, if you're interested in learning, that's a thing that can change."

Not knowing how to cook, that is.

"My sisters might be cooler about it all, but I'm not honestly sure at this point."

The phone: Tommy Tutone, 867-5309.

"Your parents sound like morons, like at a fundamental level. Even if their protest was about some imbecilic fear over perceptions, cooking and sexuality has little correlation — outside of the fact that knowing how to cook is extremely sexy."

Holly started to dawn a sly smile, only to then turn it completely around.

"…which is why my un-sexy ass can't do it."

A wry laugh. "It will be the new fiduciary responsibility." He nods.

You get a teasing grin, just, you made the right choice on that fry, he's pretty sure.

That question stops him dead in his tracks, for a simple question, all told. "Oh, no my sisters are very cis. And I'm not trans, so..." even though he'd literally said non-binary, he's just ghosting over it. "I just know how it would go. I wanted to do, like, these cooking classes when I was, what, in high school I think? My parents indicated how deeply inappropriate it would be for me to do so, what the neighbours would say, that if I want people to stop making assumptions about my sexuality I need to behave... and that was for cooking classes"

"Yeah — one to beam targeted advertisements straight to your thoughts and to extract all your personal information and thoughts to The Almighty Dataset…" she jabbed the point of her flattened acrylic nail into her temple.

Her other hand, the one with the floppy fry, returned the flaccid tuber to the basket un-braved.

But she mistook what you said for something empirical, rather than hypothetical. "Wait, what do you mean? Are you or either of your sisters…?"

As if to ask if any of the three of you tried to come out as trans or non-binary to your parents, had some bad experience worthy of that grimace.

Her posture shifted, the subtlest concern centering between her brows but radiating tension across her entire face as she leaned forward instead, now.

Gets a drink at the bar

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Sitting in my black sedan near the dark road, headlights dimmed.

Roadspikes set to catch the next car passing through.

Waiting and watching.

Oh shit, I almost forgot...

Urban Dictionary Word of the Day

buttbroken: An inappropriately strong or misdirected feeling of disappointment. Closely related to butthurt, but with much less aggressive indignation.

"This is the darkest timeline," he agrees. "At least maybe we'll have cool cybernetics and stuff."

Braving the fries at this late stage of the game? Bold. Gutsy.

It isn't a thing he thinks about, not consciously. The degree to which he changes based on the people he's with, to aim for the most pleasing version of himself, or not self - sometimes it hits him, though. This is one of those moments for him. It's not something he knows what to do with, but it's there.

"I mean, Elodie's into guys and girls, though I don't know if she'd say bi or pan. Pretty much everyone I know is cis, and god, good luck coming out to my parents as trans or non-binary or something." The grimace this time is real, a visceral feeling of discomfort at the idea. "I know some queer folks through theatre - it's a cliche, but there do seem to be a lot of queer people in theatre." A smile. "Your friend sounds cool. Bring her to the show, we can grab drinks after or something."

This is absolutely true.