[Semi Closed] And your Bingo card

[mincingminuet]

WHO: Penelope and Various
WHERE: Throughout the city
WHEN: Throughout July
WHAT: Bingo Card Threads!
WARNINGS: Maybe language or violence, tomato monsters? Nothing serious



This is a catch all for Pen's Bingo Card. Her card is here. Any unmarked square is open to be grabbed by somebody, and if you want to do a thread all you've gotta do is ask. Feel free to PM me on DW or at intercession.

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Knock Knock Penelo

[notyourutopian]

~-Full commitments what I'm thinkin' offff. You wouldn't get this from~

[SLAM.]

~Any other...guy...~

[Eleanor's voice trailed off and she sighed as she looked at the closed door. Well, that had gone about as well as the last three places, really. She couldn't blame them though? If someone had shown up caroling a rickroll, she'd probably have slammed the door too! But really, they could let her get through a whole verse, right?]

[She wasn't sure whether or not it counted if she didn't, really. She'd certainly gone all out for it though, she'd dug up a trench coat and sunglasses, printed out fake sheet music to read from, and set off to annoy people.]

[It probably didn't help that she couldn't really sing.]

[She clicked the music off on her phone, ran the video back to the beginning, then headed to the next door. She'd do one more, that had to be enough...]

[*Knock Knock*]

[mincingminuet]

[Pen opens the door, a little surprised to get a visitor in the middle of the afternoon, but not really minding.

The young woman on the other side doesn't look familiar or anything, but she doesn't look like a salesperson or anything.]

Uh...Hi? Can I help you?

[This better not be Jehovah's Witnesses...]

[notyourutopian]

[If only you were so lucky, Penelo.]

Hello! You don't know me, I'm just...going caroling. In July. I need a moment of your time and...I am rather sorry about this.

[Eleanor's accent was definitely worse when she was embarrassed, it seemed. But not so embarrassed it was going to stop her!]

[And then she clicked her phone on and a certain song started playing.]

[Eleanor tapped out the beat with her foot, holding up her homemade carol music.]

~...We're no strangers to looooooove...~

[mincingminuet]

Oh. Fuck.

[Penelope's eyes flatten, and she debates just shutting the door on this girl.

What is her life?

Seriously, this girl just...out of the blue, rickrolling her.

...but she'd made Vera sit through the whole thing, so fine. Payback.

Uggggghhhh.]

Bingo? One nod for yes, two for no.

[...]

[notyourutopian]

~You know the rules and so do Iiiiiii....~

[Eleanor almost laughed at that curse, but held back knowing she didn't exactly what to start over. She was half-expecting the girl to slam the door, and when it didn't happen, and instead she asked that...]

[Oh, another retrospec user. What were the odds? Well, she wasn't going to argue with luck. So instead she just nodded once as she kept on sing.]

~A full commitment is what I'm thinking of. You wouldn't get this from any other guy!~

[mincingminuet]

[Fine. Okay. Bingo, she can do that.]

Alright, when you're done, you're going to help me with something too. For my stupid card. I haven't been rickrolled in months.

[Luck indeed.]

[notyourutopian]

~...Inside we both know what's goin' on...~

[She grins and nods again at that, it was hardly an unfair request really, but kept singing otherwise. This was the farthest she'd actually gotten into the song so far, after five doors...]

[Nobody liked door to door rickrolling, apparently.]

[mincingminuet]

[Sigh a sigh, waiting for this hell to be over...

Pen just leans against the doorframe, looking tired.]

[notyourutopian]

[It's not too long! Just...another couple of minutes. Of being serenaded. By a rickroll. From a stranger. Who seems to be enjoying herself way too much, actually?]

[But finally the music ends, and Eleanor immediately starts laughing.]

I never thought I'd have to get through the whole thing!

[mincingminuet]

I made someone sit through my whole thing. So. Seemed only fitting.

[And she was a big girl. She'd deal.]

Any other craziness you need? Like, was it just the carolling box?

[notyourutopian]

Glad I'm not the only one.

Ah...no? I mean, assuming this and caroling counts, I think I'm good. I wouldn't want to ask a random person for anything else anyway.

[A slightly awkward smile.]

[mincingminuet]

Ah, well don't sweat it.

[Pen grins and steps back into the hallway, picking something up and hiding it behind her back.]

Now it's your turn. Close your eyes.

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor wasn't entirely sure she wanted to do this, but it was...only fair, right? Maybe? Ugh. But after a couple indecisive seconds she nodded.]

...Alright.

[And closed her eyes.]

[mincingminuet]

[There's a rustling sound, and Pen holds up a bundle of flowers.

Echo flowers.

All whispering insults.

Over and over again.]

You suck!

You look like an egg!

I bet you don't even like turtles!

[And other nonsense.]

I was saving them to send to my friend, but...that's for rickrolling me.

Also, check the card. It's dumb, but I'd appreciate it if you'd read it out loud. gotta make sure it sounds good.

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor does not know what to make of the flowers. At all. She just stares at them for probably a good twenty seconds, and only really looks perturbed by the comment about turtles.]

Turtles are cool.

[She pointed out, entirely unnecessarily, and then turned to read the card. Hmm...]

Janet
Oh Janet
With hair so soft
I think you are so sweet.
I dream of you in the summer heat.
You must be the fairest
I fear you are the best
Janet
Oh Janet
You are truly a marvel
Even when you warrgarbl!

[...]

[mincingminuet]

[Penelope breaks into a peal of laughter, listening to how...dry...Eleanor sounded when she read the card.]

Yep. That's perfect! Exactly what I was hoping it'd sound like.

[Utterly ridiculous, but nice.]

You're lame and that was lame and you should feel bad!

...Okay, see why I wanted to get rid of them?

[notyourutopian]

Well I certainly wasn't going to put any feeling into it.

[Not once she'd realized what it was anyway. She then turned to consider the insulting flowers.]

You look like how sadness feels!

[Well then. Her gaze slowly turned back to Penelope.]

They're not monkey paw flowers or something, right? I don't have to inflict them on someone else to be rid of them?

[mincingminuet]

Wow.

[Okay. The flowers are really fucking rude. But it's fine. This is fine.]

Feel free to share them if you want. I certainly don't think you have to keep them.

You are the reason God created the middle finger.

[notyourutopian]

Hm.

[Jeez flowers. Way to be nasty.]

I am thinking disposing of them in some awful way, really.

[And then, said to the flowers.]

You hear that, flowers? There's a fireplace in your future.

[mincingminuet]

You smell of week old toe-cheese!

Please. Burn them.

[She won't stop you, kiddo.]

[notyourutopian]

So...what exactly did your bingo square say, anyway?

[What could possibly prompt this? This was worse than a rock-roll. Eleanor opened her purse and stuffed the flowers in face-down.]

[mincingminuet]

Give someone a bouquet of echo flowers that only speaks in insults.

Hey! Fuck Y-

[And closed.]

Rude things. But you rickrolled me.

[notyourutopian]

I'm not really sure one is quite equal to the other. [Eleanor laughed.] But no worries. I'm sure I can get rid of them easily enough.

Thanks for letting me finish, by the way.