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TEAM SNOW WHITE LOG
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READY: START Team Snow White roster: Davey Jacobs, Eleanor Lamb, Fang, Kasen Kanesada, Malik Ishtar, Mari Ohara, Riku, Ritsu Kageyama, Ryoji Mochizuki, Toushiro Hitsugaya, Yuri Plisetsky. The city's been under siege for what feels like hours. It's only on August 3rd that you learn it's been a matter of days. Monsters begin pulling Retrospec users through portals left and right, large gaping holes in reality that spit you out in any given location around the city. However, just as you think you're finally getting away, a large blue portal opens and you're snatched up. No amount of fighting and struggling will free you and soon the pressure is too great to ignore. Darkness fills your vision and the last thing you may remember is the sound of many bat wings... This is the Team Snow White Event Log. You are free to toplevel and thread as you choose on this log, but only team members may utilize this log. Important links to mod toplevels are: Mod Questions & Participation Reporting. Please be aware you are responsible for reporting your own participation & objective completion efforts with links; the moderators will try to keep up with threads, but as we are currently running several teams with participation, we require you to keep us up to date! Please read each of the toplevels and instructions!
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Room 6 | Liquor Liquor Everywhere, And Not A Drop To... Wait | Dante & Yuri
... somewhere with broken legs, but the flight of pessimistic fancy is short lived in the face of impending practicality. )
There's the door.
( he says, speaking low and closer to Dante than he honestly wants to be. it doesn't help that he still has to look up at him. Yuri's been growing, but he's not six feet (yet). but his point is fairly simple: Dante's one of the team fighters.
Yuri, on the other hand, fights when backed into a corner, runs when not, and is more of a survivor than anything else, and he's well aware of this.
so Dante is welcome to take point! )
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And yet here they are, standing in front of door number one, somehow left alone to search this room.
Who signed off on this? He demands the paperwork be checked again.]
Yeah. Stand back just in case.
[Brob's standing next to the door, with that same bright, dumb smile he had when they started out on this venture two weeks ago. His light illuminates the area enough to see, but Yuri's headlamp is providing most of the light on the door. Dante reaches out to touch the door first, laying a hand against it as though he'll be able to tell what's on the other side (hey, it might help if there's something waiting for them inside, right?), but when the door is cool and still he takes hold of the handle and swings the door open.
He can't see everything at a first glance, but there are chairs and low tables, low sofas and old, dusted over glasses that Dante recognizes at a glance.]
Whoa. What have we found here?
[With a point from Dante, Brob heads through the door, turning around once he's in the room to flash them both the thumbs up.]
The door should be safe enough. Come on, let's see what's inside.
[Follow him, Yuri! If his instincts are correct, he's about to be very pleased with what they might find in here...]
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that and sure, let Dante get attacked first. Yuri would be better as the second person helping drive something back: let the fighter be the front line. )
You say that now.
( he gripes, though he hesitates at the threshold, looking for anything to keep the door propped open. he ends up taking off one shoe and parking it firmly in the threshold so the door can't slam shut, headlamp sweeping the room before he finds a chair he think looks sturdy enough. he walks over and starts to carry it over, parking it in the doorway and glaring at the door as if to challenge it to move. collecting his shoe again (they're all rude, wearing shoes indoors here, but he does not care for once in his life) and joining Dante in wherever he's manage to drift in the room.
a sweep of the area with his light shows... bottles? shelves. glasses, a bar, tables, plush chairs, heavy curtains over the windows. everything one might expect if someone were rich enough to keep an entire room for their alcohol. he's half surprised it doesn't stink of the stuff, but the whole place looks abandoned midway through something, not ransacked.
there's a pair of somethings out on the counter, a hint of something white beneath them. Yuri pauses to sweep the room again, frowning; he edges carefully toward where the two bottles sit. )
Great. Let's tell everyone where they can come to drown their sorrows if they feel like it.
( for his part, he ends up approaching the bottles and what turns out to be a note, written in that script he recognises from the door. a challenge? a stupid one. he grimaces. )
To drink or not to drink? Every alcoholic's question.
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[Not that Dante would consider himself one! He's got a healthy love for the stuff, but he's been pretty mindful of letting it get out of hand. That'd be all he'd need, winding up in rehab for alcoholism... yeah, no thanks. His parents would never let them out of their sight if he ever wound up that bad.
But that doesn't mean he's not grinning widely as he checks out the room, taking note of all the bottles on the shelves.]
We should make sure to grab a bottle or two before leaving, though. I'm betting everyone could use a drink after this.
[But Yuri's found a couple bottles on their own across the room, inviting the two of them to drink, and Dante's more than willing to take the manor up on its kind offer. He glances at the note as he runs a hand over the bottle, checking quickly for condensation, any tricks attached to it... but no, it's just a normal bottle.
It smells alcoholic--strong, sharp to the nose. It's definitely stronger than the vodka he'd given Noct last month, without any hints of fruit or wood like wines or whiskeys might have. The closest he can get is
a jar of alcohol that had been shared one tour several years back, something so sharp and potent it had made him cough when he took his first sip.
Still, a little drink isn't going to kill them, right? It smells like rubbing alcohol, but nothing that's going to actively harm them. Dante lifts one of the bottles, lifting an eyebrow at Yuri as he tips it toward him.]
You in? Or are you playing by the rules and waiting for 21?
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I'm Russian.
( he said, as if this explained everything. what he doesn't contextualise is he's been allowed moderate alcohol all his life if he'd wanted, despite not being terribly interested in the indulgence, and age of alcohol that his grandfather remembered was passed last year for beer. the states cared far more than Yuri did; and that was like pretending he hadn't had fake IDs for working gigs in clubs and the rest, though admittedly, with how young he'd looked until recently, that'd been...
... anyway. he takes a sensible, tentative sip, tossing it toward the back of his throat and swallowing fast. nothing about it was an enjoyable flavour; frankly, it reminded him of anything used to get drunk fast without remembering the process. the worst kind of alcohol to enjoy socially.
meaning the perfect time to toss it back and shove the bottle to Dante, focus turned inward. the dried alligator jerky hadn't killed him. a sip of alcohol even if it wasn't alcohol should be okay. his stomach wasn't rebelling, at least, and nothing burned in an unexpected way, even if he grimaced. no seconds for him, please. )
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All right, point taken.
[He takes the other bottle as Yuri snatches his (wow Yuri, get your own???), lifting it Yuri's way in what's almost a mocking sort of toast. And then he's tipping the bottle back, not even hesitating to take a long swig from the bottle.]
...not that great, honestly.
[Though that doesn't mean he won't keep drinking it. It's sharp enough that he's pretty sure it's alcoholic, and that's the most important part here!]
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Disgusting. If you're trying to get hammered, why not, but what's the point if you're trying to enjoy yourself? In a shitty, dusty, creepy mansion where everyone ran out on the party.
( at this, he sets down his bottle with more force than's needed, but not enough to be a full slam. there's a fine line here, okay? he drags his fingers through the dust on the counter, lifting them up to see in the light of his headlamp with a grimace. )
Look to see if there's anything else worthwhile, or if it's just the stupid shitty alcohol we were supposed to dare ourselves to handle in here. How the fuck do we get out? I'm so sick of this shit!
( that said, he's making his way toward one side of the room, checking that the chair in the doorway is continuing to hold it open. it is... but it's reassuring to see into the different darkness of the hall.
as much as darkness, darkness, darkness is reassuring in the first place. )
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[He's being helpful! Kind of. But Dante can't help but be amused by Yuri's anger, setting his bottle back to the countertop and following after the other boy. He's got a point, after all! The drink left for them there was pretty shitty by almost anyone's standards; there's bound to be something better left behind.]
Man, most of this stuff would've gone bad ages ago. All of it's eith--hold on... what's this?
[Ohhh, he's found the good stuff now! Dante grins, running his fingers over the labels.]
Scotch. This probably would've aged well. How about we take a taste and find out?
[He plucks one of the bottles from the shelf, turning around to hold it up for Yuri to see. Dante starts to step away from the shelves wish his prize, but he's barely gotten two steps before something's moving around him and Dante's being dragged backwards, eyes going wide as he's yanked full off his feet, fabric snaking around his torso and arms.]
What's going on?!
im going to die how the heckles
THE FREAKING CURTAINS HAVE COME ALIVE? there's still that knife in his hand, and Yuri, not inclined to hopeless fights normally, instead...
... feels tears pricking at his eyes in terror? and charges? forward?
it makes total sense to him. he has to help. it's scary and he's useless and also, well, it's a lot of effort, but it's Important! he'd do this for any person! motivate himself just enough to make sure they don't die! it's practically a calling!
Yuri darts forward, not graceful, but perhaps desperate. he has the knife out and latches on to the curtain right above where it holds Dante's arm, hacking down while frankly making a strangled sort of whimper. )
Please let go, scary curtain! It isn't nice to be so mean! I'll sew you up later if I remember but please you have to let go now!
i'm shrieking oh my god
But Yuri's sudden attack on the curtain--and beyond that, his words--receive an incredulous glance.]
Yuri? What are you saying?
[What is Yuri saying, what has he been saying?! Dante shakes his head, snapping alert and summoning his sword to his hand. It's hard to get a good angle on the curtains, especially with how they've wrapped around his arms, but between the two of them, they're able to cut through the curtains enough that Dante drops back to the floor, shaking his head as the curtains fall still and back to their windows again.
He swipes at his shoulders once he's dismissed his sword, the last scraps of fabric falling to the floor as he glances over at Yuri.]
Thanks. I don't know what happened, but if you hadn't stepped in...
[It would've been bad.]
kill me
he's currently relieved the curtains have been defeated, that Dante is okay, and that he can drop his knife (which he does) and cup his hands to Dante's face (which... he... does?) and looks him over in the way that any person assessing for damage would do. then he throws??? his arms??? around Dante????????????????????????????
and gives him a big ol' hug in relief. )
Doesn't matter. I was here, and you're fine.
( he leans back again, staring up at Dante's face, hands clasped around Dante's impressive... upper arms... he's... kind of attractive, part of Yuri notices. it's not a terribly strong emotion, but Yuri smiles up at Dante, fully unfettered, just so relieved that they're okay and the curtains have been defeated.
smiling so beautifully. up. at Dante. )
You're fine.
( AND FLUTTERING HIS GODDAMN EYELASHES. he doesn't feel overwhelmingly shy... right now... but after being so bold, he blushes and tucks his chin down just so. oh dear. oh goodness. really, he should be more careful what he says. so intrusive of him! )
i can't i'm already dead
So Dante's hugging him back, a smile crossing over his own face. He's lucky to have a friend like Yuri to help him out of binds like these.]
Yeah. Everything's fine now.
We're fine.
[Hang on, is that Yuri flirting with him? Dante blinks in surprise, but his smile softens as he realizes what's going on.
Oh, Yuri... it's a good thing the other boy's looking down, because he might see the laughter in Dante's eyes as he reaches out to cup his chin. But that laughter's gone as he tilts the blond's chin up, leaning in and closing the distance between the two of them, eyes falling shut as he kisses Yuri, gently at first, letting him get used to the sensation, and then with a bit more fervor.
Who knew?]
ZOMBIES CAN KILL, MOVIES TELL ME THIS
Two beats late, Yuri's hands come up to gently wind through Dante's hair as he kisses him back, untutored and unknowing, feeling heat on his face that's a mixture of embarrassment and anger, emotions that flip flop so fast it's a trainwreck of emotions through his chest. He's not bold enough to press for more, but he's eager seeming; his fingers curl into Dante's hair and he pushes up on his toes and his lips part, unwitting invitation.
In the back of his mind, Anya's face flashes. Someone he cares a great deal about; someone else in the tangle of his heart. In his present state of mind the image doesn't even give him pause. Love is great, right? Love is meant to be shared. With as many people as possible. With as little thought as possible. With no boundaries, no exceptions, no reservations, and frankly, no exclusivity.
Yuri Plisetsky kisses Dante like a man discovering sweet spring water after a decently long hike through a moderately winding forest. It's an indulgence, it's not necessary, but oh, it's nice. )
lumbers towards?
That hand comes back up, skimming up Yuri's side until he brushes it over his shoulder, coming to cup the back of the other boy's head as he deepens their kiss. Yuri's lips part; Dante's do as well, tongue slipping between to taste the blond further. He presses them backwards, toward the wall, but there's a sense of indulgence in his movements, an urgency that's taken tight in hand and held back for Yuri's sake--Dante won't go further than he's ready for, further than he asks.
(What's happened to that bottle of scotch? It sits forgotten on the floor, next to the abandoned headlamp. There are more important things at hand now, desire and intimacy and the sweet release that comes from escaping a horrifying situation. A prize second to what Dante's found here instead, Yuri's lips against his as the two of them linger in each others' arms.)
At the back of his mind is the knowledge that they've got work to do still, but oh, they can surely take a little time for pleasure--because that's what this is, a warmth and light that chases away all the shadows around them, a comfort in the middle of this strange hell they've found themselves in.]
... lumber faster, Timber
That is so, so not normal; so, so not how he usually exists. Trust would be the bridge in other situations; trust is what he feels now, but it's new, like a just-fledged bird, bright with promise in the midst of a dingy, dark, dusty hell they're all trying to escape.
Yuri offers no protest as he's backed up against the wall, dust disturbed as they go. It's nice, like Dante's arm had been nice, because it gives him something to brace against, something steadying and useful when he presses himself up against Dante, adding just that little thrill of friction. Oh. Oh, that's nice, isn't it? He thinks so, teeth gently touching down on either side of Dante's tongue, and then he's trying something else new, sucking and rounding the tip of Dante's tongue with his own. When he lets go, he breathes a happy little sigh against Dante's lips, eyes slitting open so he can stare coyly up at him through his lashes.
Not that he says anything. He just smiles, slow and lazy and indulgent, the two of them both lit up just by the errant light of Dante's floating ghost friend. Yuri twirls a lock of Dante's hair around one finger, hooking a leg around Dante's with a slow blink and press forward. )
nope nope nope nope nope oh my god
This is where he focuses now, planting kisses around the area before he sets to, nipping just above the bone and sucking at the skin, brushing his tongue over the area as it grows more sensitive. It's a mark he's leaving there today, proof of their time together and a memory for Yuri to take with him further into the mansion, something that will be with him even once they split up again. He hums against the other boy's body, a sense of pleasant warmth within him, only encouraged by everything else that's transpired so far.
With one final nip to freshly-marked skin, Dante pulls back just enough to look at Yuri's expression, judging whether he might go back in for another kiss.]
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So he finds he likes all of this, enjoys the sensations, even as his mind slips right back from acknowledging that honest truth to examining what he doesn't like: simultaneously, the fact he's just been marked, and the fact he's been marked by someone he's not attached to in any meaningful sense.
He doesn't regret, really. There are things in his life he regrets, and there are angry responses he uses as an attack to pull the world around to how he can hopefully handle it first. Which probably shouldn't apply to making out; but when Dante pulls back to examine Yuri's expression, it isn't an inviting one anymore. Yes, Yuri can admit to himself, this has surprisingly felt good. Dante can kiss, for whatever else Yuri thinks about him. It'd been... nice? Things he hasn't thought about more than in passing; and starkly not with Dante. He honestly can't stand him more for how he mouths off, or the things he attacks on or assumes; some part of Yuri is self aware enough to know he doesn't act so differently. But he also doesn't ask, who didn't have this thing that I did as a child? Because he knows too well everyone's different circumstances, and his luck in having a Grandfather who could work and help him afford to follow through on the focused passion that has defined him the last eleven years, no, even longer. What's shaped his life.
His gaze is still a little hazy, but Yuri stiffly pulls his hands back to himself, not smiling, not... looking anything more than conflicted. It sharpens into a focus a moment later, the slow burn of an anger that will eventually flip him again, though he doesn't know that. For now he pointedly pushes Dante away, barely managing to not shove. He wants to, honestly. But he'll be honest with himself rather than pretend this is anything it wasn't. Yuri'd never been swept up with the urge to kiss anyone in any fit of passion before, but he knows he had been now, for whatever reason, and it hadn't even been bad.
He just has no interest in taking this any further. Not when he doesn't care about Dante; not when he's well aware he can divorce a rush of arousal from anything that matters. Not when anger at himself more than anything else gives him a voice again. )
Don't you ever, ( he says, teeth clenching as he keeps his voice steady: ) try to mark me again.
( He doesn't like it; doesn't like claims of ownership, let alone arbitrary ones, and the spot on his shoulder-that-isn't-his-shoulder, Dante's nice little work that had not been unpleasant in the making, if unpleasant to him in the marking, is exactly that. Arbitrary claims. Memories Yuri plans to walk away from just as he slips away from Dante, stomping back to where he sees his headlamp. He picks it up and hell, takes the scotch too, turning on heel and keeping a rein on his anger along with the part of himself disappointed in him.
He vaults the chair holding the door open, one hand planted on it, landing with a thump out in the hall. By the time his anger fully crashes over him, it's already leaving a softer Yuri in it's wake, someone whose fingers twist into the band of his headlamp and feels some niggling guilt at having just walked off with the alcohol they'd fought a curtain to what. Walk away with?
He doesn't regret walking away anymore than following the impulse to kiss Dante, when it could have been anyone. He's even calming down, thinking maybe it doesn't really matter. It's just kissing. It's too much energy to care otherwise. And the alcohol? If it's shoddy, he'll just use it to help rinse out his mouth.
He's already in better cheer by the time he's headed back down the hall, headlamp now in hand, lighting his light-stepping way as the hickey aches on his neck: foreign territory, set aside and dismissed for the time being. Even holding on to one way to feel, or one outlook, is hard. Yuri can sense that, but it's fine, it's fine.
It's too much energy to try and figure out what's strange about it anyway. )
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But then Yuri speaks, and the shock is enough to send his thoughts careening in the other direction, because what the hell did he just do well he had only responded to the signals Yuri was sending him, how's a guy supposed to respond to such blatant flirtation as that why the hell is Yuri walking off with his scotch?
It's that last thought that finally spurs him into action, grabbing Brob by the arm and chasing after Yuri, vaulting over the chair himself. He doesn't call out to Yuri (there's not a doubt in his mind that Yuri would sprint away if he did), but luckily for him the other boy hasn't gone too far yet.]
Hey Yuri, hold on a moment.
[Dante doesn't reach out to touch Yuri, not after all of... that. Just what the hell had that even been? And more importantly, why had it seemed so right at the time?
He shakes his head, pushing away the thoughts and running a hand through his hair. This is awkward.]
Sorry. About all that. I don't know what happened.
Does it help if I swear I'm not harboring some secret hatecrush on you or something?
[The corner of his lip twists; ugh. That's something he wanted to think about right now...]
I'm willing to forget this ever happened if you are.
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( meaning that Yuri was no less a participant, and he sure as hell isn't apologising. that he doesn't feel the urge to perpetuate it from earlier has more to do with other concerns; he keeps walking after that initial stop. )
Wouldn't matter if you did anyway. You can feel however you want. Doesn't mean I have to feel one way or the other about you.
( that's the whole problem with his freak out with Anya, isn't it? because he does care, and what she feels matters to him. it's scary thinking he could lose someone just because if he says yes, or if he says no, he might not be the one to handle it. if he weren't so dulled down at the moment, he might have thought about that more. instead, he keeps that bourbon close and turns the corner of the hall. )
Unless you feel some odd compulsion to apologise for being my ~first kiss~, then hush up about it already.
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[He does feel a little bit of a compulsion to apologize for it--it wasn't a fair kiss, the two of them not in their right minds. Why the hell would he ever kiss Yuri, of all people? He'd sooner kiss Noah! (And god knows he wouldn't kiss Noah even if they were the last people left on earth.)
But hey, if Yuri's willing to play it off, then sure, he can roll with that. With some relief, Dante slips back into his usual sort of flippancy, shrugging.]
Hope it didn't disappoint, then.
Anyway, if you'd wanted a bottle of your own, you should've told me when I grabbed the first one to begin with. Now I've gotta go back and get another one.
[And this time he'll cut the curtains from the windows before he tries to take a bottle from the shelf!]
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besides, currently he's flirtatious, so it's not like he's got the temper (since when his anger spiked, he slid right back into not finding it worth the effort to throw a fit about) to do much at the time being. )
Are you fishing for compliments? ( he glances back over his shoulder, huffing out a sound of amusement. ) You kiss better than you argue, that's for sure. And the alcohol is to rinse out my mouth, thanks. No offense.
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After the past two weeks you're gonna need something a lot stronger than that. Don't waste decent alcohol that way. Share it with everybody else, too.
I'll catch up in a few minutes.
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( he asks rhetorically, dismissing the rest of what Dante says with a wave of his hand. yeah, yeah, see you in a few whatever, Dante. Yuri is, meanwhile, unscrewing the lid so he can proceed with operation mouthwash.
on the bright side, that means the rest of the bottle is brought back for Team Save Swamp Mansion. )
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Dante waves his hand to brush off the question, already turning away. Maybe he'll grab a bottle of bourbon this time, give them some options.
And then Team Save Swamp Mansion will have two bottles to
lure Malik out of the bathroom withshare amongst themselves!]