OPEN POST 2025

[siberia]

1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header or body
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me - i don't mind coming up with something!)
3. ????
4. Profit

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for shadow

[femmebatale]

[ it's no surprise that Shadow had dipped out of Sonic's party early; it is mildly surprising to find him at her place, but only mildly. He doesn't have a home, and she's made it clear he's welcome to hers if he needs a place to go - it speaks to her trust in him, loath as she is to have someone else anywhere near her personal things. Still. It's been a long day. So much for being able to flop into bed and sleep after time-traveling and coordinating a minor jewel heist.

Then again, he almost certainly needs the rest more than she does. And it'd be a lie to say she was planning on sleeping; Rouge wouldn't admit it, but she'd already been planning on tracking him down once she made a stop here. This just means she can skip a step. ]

Well, look what the cat dragged in, [ she announces casually, clicking the door shut behind her with the heel of her boot. She raises a bag with a box-shaped weight in it in his direction. ] You missed out on the cake. Want some?

dw is being weird so sorry if the icons dont show lmao

[roughroad]

[The only greeting he gives her is a wordless huff of air - which, to be fair, is more courtesy than he extends most people. Truth be told, even he isn't entirely sure why he's here - he can come up with reasons, but they aren't good ones. It was closer than whatever hole he'd crawled out of - abandoned facilities, the woods. He's on edge and worries something else is going to happen. One or the other of those.

He's on the couch - far too plush for him, he feels like his quills have already jabbed a hole into it - hand on his chest, staring up at the ceiling. At her words? Well, he at least sits up, slightly, meets her eyes, then levels them at the bag with a bemused look.]

I'm surprised he bothered with a cake. Probably vanilla and too much frosting, though. I'll pass.

[Or worse, an ice cream cake. His nose twitches slightly at the thought - and then he eases himself back onto the couch, eyes back on the ceiling.]

You all indulge him quite a lot, don't you.

IT'S DOING THAT TO ME TOO don't worry......

[femmebatale]

[ she'll definitely be plucking black spines out of the upholstery later - the price of being friends(?) with a hedgehog. At his entirely expected reply, she shrugs, setting it on her counter with an aloof little hum. (He's not wrong. There is a lot of frosting on it. Too rich for her tastes - a rare thing for Rouge.) ]

Blue's gotten us out of enough pinches, don't you think? I don't like owing people - I'd rather have it the other way around.

[ which is why it's beneficial to stay on everyone's good side, especially Sonic's. And Shadow's, for that matter - but it goes a bit beyond that. Sonic's not allowed to crash on her couch, after all. She has half a mind to tease Shadow for the comment, ask him if he's jealous and hankering to be indulged, but the day's events are still fresh in her mind; she can only imagine the hole they're burning in his. He's off the hook for the moment. ]

Of course, the others don't know you did half the work today...

[roughroad]

Two-thirds. I helped him, but he didn't help me.

[By some definitions of help.

And of course he's hankering to be indulged. He hasn't been indulged in a positive way since the ARK and Maria - and today's just been a reminder of that. This whole thing hinged on him refusing his desires - rejecting what felt best to him. Really, ever since he fell back down to Earth, it's just been a string of that.

All of that's a very convenient excuse for why he feels the need to take potshots at Sonic in absentia. Sonic, after all, is a creature of indulgence.

Speaking of, he makes a face at the slice of cake as she sets it on the counter, rolling over to his side to face her as she moves around the room.]

Exactly as predicted. Looking for someone to offload it onto? Maybe Omega could compost it for fuel.

[femmebatale]

[ she gives an amused little hmph at his correction. Two thirds, then. What Sonic doesn't know won't hurt him (or his ego.) That amusement is quick to turn into a melodramatic sigh as she waves a hand, turning away from him to bustle around her little bat-sized kitchenette. ]

Hmph! Is it really so hard to believe I picked it up for you? Even the ultimate life form deserves a treat once in a while.

[ not that she truly thought he'd eat it... although she would've liked to see that. As she speaks, she pulls out the one thing she knows he will take - a bag of dark-roasted beans - and puts a pot of coffee on. Her beauty sleep will have to wait a bit longer. She's theoretically nocturnal, anyway. ]

... Still healing from your big battle?