[backdated to November 1st]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[It's no longer October! Which means an end to boggarts, an end to sudden massive stomach wounds, aaaaaaaaaand an end to mind-altering status effects. That last one is important, because it meant that after laying waste to Poison Ivy's lab equipment in a fit of pure rage Roxie Richter spent the day mostly keeping to herself, listening to a lot of sorrowful country music, and vowing to never ever wear leaves again.

Oh, also, she sent an e-mail;

Ramona,

Please come to the same clearing where we talked that first time after stupid shit happened tonight. I swear to god this isn't another dumb thing and you'll actually like it this time.

... I really really really hope this isn't another dumb thing and you'll actually like it. Just give it a chance, okay? I am not going to talk about the beauty of nature or anything stupid like that, I swear.

~ Rox

And indeed, once night hits she's there, at that clearing with a large bag in tow, having started up a decent bonfire while she waits for her girlfriend to (hopefully??) show up.]

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[the_ex_in_xp]

We really are.

[closing the distance from when you pulled back]

I like April because it's got your birthday and we stopped arguing enough to get our shit together, even if there's Easter, so there.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[smiling and resting her hands on your shoulders]

Okay. But we've really veered off the topic of stuff camp does every year, here.

[the_ex_in_xp]

April's pretty much a blank slate, right? No crossdressing dance like March, no Naked Day like May. It's expectationless...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Wait, is that dance annual? Nevermind, then.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Guess that means April wins by default.

But without the part where we fought or weren't talking to each other, it's not so bad. I already know you can look good in a suit.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Which is why camp made me wear a dress that one time.

[the_ex_in_xp]

That was one awkward dress too.

[that disturbing moment where you realize you were comparing your ex-boyfriend in a dress to your girlfriend in a dress in terms of attractiveness and just. want to stop going there...]

But you could look nice in them if you didn't seem like they made you hate everything.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

They do make me hate everything, and I don't look good in them. But it's sweet of you to say that, I guess.

[the_ex_in_xp]

If you ever found one that didn't make you hate everything, you'd probably look good in it. With the smiling adding +5 to your charm stats.

[sighs] One day we'll get through a whole social gathering party dance thing without something going horribly wrong.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Hopefully. Man, did none of those really work out at all?

[the_ex_in_xp]

None of the formal ones. The keggers might count...

They always seemed to come around when things between us were bad.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

So basically what I'm choosing to hear this as is "we shouldn't go to dumb huge parties anymore," to which I wholeheartedly agree.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Or I could actually be saying is that we shouldn't let stuff between us get so bad that it effectively ruins one of the few major distractions this place plans.

Besides, when else am I going to get you to dance with me?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

In private?

[the_ex_in_xp]

But then I won't have peer pressure helping me. Or aptly timed music cues...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Peer pressure doesn't help, hon.

[the_ex_in_xp]

It helps me ask, okay. Like, maybe if you see other people are out there having some kind of fun you won't make that face of suffering for me.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Pssh, like I care about if other people are having fun...

[the_ex_in_xp]

[rolls her eyes]

Okay, fine, but it still helps me think maybe you won't mind so much.


...did you want to?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

When? Now?

[the_ex_in_xp]

[looks around shrugging like "why not?"]

It's private.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

We can. We don't have music, though...

[the_ex_in_xp]

That's where the improvising comes in.

[moves so her arms are more where you'd be for a dance]

Anyway, you probably need a break from all that Patsy Cline I know you're playing endlessly.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[likewise]

I never need a break from Patsy Cline, Ramona.

[the_ex_in_xp]

For Wendy's sake, I hope you take one because her October's been rough too. And I did sell out her hipster rock playing in a last ditch attempt to get you to stop being crazy, so I feel bad...

[swaying in quarter time]