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4th floor common room- Wednesday after classes

Yesterday's class had gotten pretty ridiculous, and because Gwen was a totally rational person who felt like she should have been granted sainthood somewhere around hour five of the discussion, today there was gonna be a party.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen! There'd been hastily-photocopied flyers put up around the dorms this morning to advertise (and warn anyone who didn't want to stumble into it). Gwen had taken advantage of the pizza place's weird fixation on giving extra food and so there was plenty in the kitchen, there were (non-alcoholic) drinks and popcorn, and there was nothing but ~~moddable~~ dirty movies on the TV. There was plenty of room, come and stay as long as you want!

That's what she said.

(But don't actually do that, ew.)

[Open, and this is me trying to keep your flists clean at work! Can't guarantee the comments will be worksafe, though. You can miss the flyers if you'd like to innocently stumble in anyway, and also feel free to bring your own movies.]

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"Speaking as, you know, a guy, I can honestly say that all I see when I look at those things is that something is coming for my junk with intent to maul," Sparkle shared. "But, I'm not really into the person those talons are attached to, either."

His way of saying, 'your mileage might vary.'

"And your junk looks a lot more durable than ours. All I think watching it is 'ow,'" Alana said easily, then waved a hand at the screen. "Not into her specifically, or not into girls period?"

She'd kind of gotten the idea it was the latter, but she couldn't have given a specific reason why. It was a vibe thing.

"That second one," Sparkle confirmed, wrinkling his nose a little. "I'd say, like, don't spread that around, but around here literally nobody gives a shit, so..."

He shrugged.

"Never minded being one when the island pulled that stupid crap, I guess. But that's different."

"Being a boy was completely different from anything to do with liking boys," Alana agreed. "And even if nobody gives a shit, it's still fucked up to run around announcing who other people want to sleep with. I'll keep it quiet."

"Hey, thanks," Sparkle replied, quirking a lopsided little grin. "It's nobody's business anyway. I mean, like, unless you happen to know some other guy that's in the market, because I'm so not opposed to people playing matchmaker."

What? Gay guys were kind of at a premium around here.

"Wish I did," Alana told him. "It's hard enough to find somebody who I'm into who likes me back, never mind lining things up for anybody else. It's like everybody either mates for life or isn't into dating at all."

Or they were just watching porn instead of dating.

Dammit, porn. Taking all the good potential boyfriends away from perfectly respectable singles like Sparkle and Elsa.

"Well, it was a nice thought, I guess. There anybody you're interested in, at least?"

Alana shrugged. "I mean, I'm kind of seeing Johnny? But that's me and, like, a cast of thousands. I'm having fun but I don't know if it's going anywhere."

She tilted her head to him. "What about you?"

Sparkle nodded a little. Yeah, Johnny seemed like a fun guy, but everyone and their best friend seemed to think so, too.

"You'll be relieved to know I'm not one of the people going on dates with Johnny, at least," he offered. "I don't really have anyone though. There was a guy, but... ha. Real stick-up-the-ass literally holier than thou type. It was fun and then it fell apart, and now he's not here anyway."

"Sounds like a dick," Alana said sympathetically. "I dated Raleigh last year, and he wasn't a dick, but he left too. That's the other thing, if you find somebody available who likes you back and isn't a dick, they might go home to save the world or whatever in a couple months."

She turned her attention back to the screen. "Maybe we should give up and stick to porn."

"I am totally ready to hop on board the porn train," Sparkle agreed. "Even if people don't run off to save the world or whatever, after graduation they'll head off to a different galaxy anyway."

Or reality. Or... whatever. Most of Sparkle's graduated friends had screwed off into space. He was just heading off to Canada, after his.

"I'm not even thinking about that," Alana sighed. "Some people must make it work, right? At least for as long as anything does after high school."

"It had to work for someone," Sparkle reasoned. "I think the dean is married to his high school sweetheart, so that's... Kind of like hope, or something."

Only Sparkle didn't like Skywalker much, so that didn't help.

"But would you want to marry somebody you met in high school?" Alana asked seriously. "I don't think I would. There's a whole world of people you'd never have any idea about if you did that."

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Sparkle gave his shoulders a shrug.

"I guess that would depend on whether or not somebody I met in high school was willing to come home with me," he replied. "It isn't legal for me to marry the kind of person I'd want to, most places."

Fricking... everywhere. Being jerks.

"I forget that's a thing here," Alana said apologetically. "Sorry. Come home with me and you can marry some really hot dude with wings?"

"Holy shit you don't even know how tempting that is," Sparkle laughed. "I mean, not like I'm in any hurry to get married, either. But when you put it like that, it sounds like your home is this treasure trove of sexy gay men."

And, you know, if that was the case, Sparkle liked those odds!

Alana groaned. "I didn't mean to make it sound like wing-fetishes-r-us, but we are pretty cool with different types of love."

Unless one of the parties involved was from Wreath.

"I'd be more on board for the 'pretty cool' part than the wings anyway," Sparkle laughed. "I mean, wings are awesome and all, but having or not having them would be such a frigging weird deciding factor."

"You'd be surprised," Alana told him ~~once she'd recovered from a sudden sex change~~. "At home it's like -- wings, cool. No wings, cool. Blue skin, cool. TV for a head, cool. You have horns and goat ears, we shoot you on sight."

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"Aaah... Suddenly really glad I wasn't born in a world where satyrs are really a thing," Sparkle decided, blinking. "Sounds like there's one hell of a history, there."

Yeah, the being shot on sight thing raised way more questions than the TV for a head thing.

"Oh yeah," Alana sighed. "So, I'm from Landfall, and our moon is Wreath. They're the ones with horns. And the Landfall Coalition and the moonies have been at war basically forever. Like, it goes back so far nobody remembers what it's even about."

The people on Wreath had opinions about it, of course, but Alana wasn't in the habit of talking to them.

"So they're supposed to hate us and we're supposed to hate them, and it's about as fun as it sounds." A pause as Alana took another chip. "Also, what's a satyr?"

"Huh. Sounds messy." The television was still playing the lesbian stuff, so Sparkle was quite content to talk about the stuff of legends at this point. "Satyrs are, like, Earth myth, kind of... animal-human hybrid people. I think the Greeks came up with them. Or the Romans. One of those. Anyway, they've got, like, goat or sheep or horse bottoms and human top halves, and they play pipes and chill out in the woods and have sex all the time, or something like that."

A beat.

"It probably wouldn't suck to be a satyr."

It would probably suck more to be from Wreath.

"Not unless you got tired of all the jokes about being horny," Alana agreed. "That sounds like a really relaxing way to live, actually."

"See, now I just wanna know where I have to sign to get myself hooked up with that kind of lifestyle," Sparkle mused. "I could totally rock it."

... Even with a goat butt. It was all in the attitude, right?

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