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FUCK, MARRY, KILL

welcome to GAME NIGHT at DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES. the game on the docket? FUCK, MARRY, KILL. the rules are simple: roll the game picker wheel three times or just pick three as you'd like, dropping the names in your header comment — icly we'll say they picked they names out of a hat. people respond, comment around, get into fist fights, kiss a little? thread hop and react as you see fit!
(meme threads can be considered canon!)

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[unfazeable]

[she should feel bad. she does feel bad.

she is not soulless. she couldn't have imagined that because she isn't one, lacks the sadism of imagination. ava starr isn't the one who goes around charring people in a huge box. (she's the one who goes back for them, actually, but that's neither here nor there.)]

They still like that? Jerks to you, I mean. [she's worried. for the moment, not about herself.]

[sensive]

[ some of them are, he thinks, in big ways and small. (small, like calling him a sad dog, or like saying he should get over everything that happened in the commune because it didn’t count. didn’t matter. maybe some things don’t, when done to guys like him.) ]

Not — not really. [ their eyes meet, and it feels a little like when yelena first looked at him in the vault, having she decided there was something worth protecting, where no one had before. he ducks his head to break the contact. ] It’d be hard to pull off now, with Yelena and Ani around.

[ technically, bob is ani’s bodyguard, but she’s come to his defence more often and more fiercely than he’s managed for her thus far. and yelena is yelena. what’s the power of one million suns, compared to her? ]

[ trying for levity, ] Unless you have a death wish.

[unfazeable]

[one must keep in mind that bob theoretically has the power to manipulate reality and beat up all the avengers by his blond lonesome. but that 'one' is not ava starr. lost in time. listening to romantic tragedies from across a gaming table, middle of a restaurant.]

Sounds like some of these people do. But I wouldn't fuck with Yelena, myself. I mean. [her face crinkles with humor, a bit. easy to figure, bob does fuck with yelena.]

Don't remember an Avenger named 'Annie.'

[sensive]

[ no need to acknowledge that first part, when ava’s right. ]

[ adoring, ] She’s not an Avenger, but you don’t have to be, I mean, to be a hero.

[ he lifts his pint in her general direction: five foot nothing, all hair tinsel and razored nails. a pocket rocket, laying into one guy or another in a thick brooklyn accent. ]

She helped protect me during the murder mystery game, even when Stephen accused me of being one of the killers with, like, a lot of evidence. [ in answer to whatever look ava surely throws his way for that tidbit. ] I know. [ it was a weird time. ] And she took out the guy who was orchestrating the cult. [ with a shrug, ] One of the best people here, no question.

[ aaaand that’s enough sharing to warrant a generous swig. ]

[unfazeable]

[the look lingers after 'i know.' this soon on the heels her last faux pas, and so close to bob's carnivorous ladies of vigilant grace, it seems exceptionally shitty to ask, so—]

He was wrong, obviously. Or you woke up with a bloody knife in your hand, blade an exact match for the wounds, and only the ladies knew that's just Bob in the morning.

[pause. a look at his beer. she is still processing the possibility—inevitability—that he's more than he looks like.] Don't answer. I'm sure it can wait. Not something that happens every four months, is it?

[sensive]

[ don’t answer, she says, and his mouth quirks, pleased to be normal a little longer (and to think that when he stops being that way, it might be explained in his own words this time). ]

You get it. [ women are right about everything. ] Every twelve, actually. They get really into Halloween Horror Nights here.

[ but they’ll figure their way out by then, right? ]

[unfazeable]

[another one of those american young adult and/or family experiences ava didn't have, that it wouldn't have killed her to miss out on, really.]

Nine months feels like a long time to wait for some bullshit. Suppose that's what mums say, too. That the worst thing that happens here, far as you know?