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Seven Minutes In Heaven

RULES
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SCENARIOS

01) One In A Million | The other person is the only reason you agreed to play this game and now you have them right where you've hoped for all night! Get it, tiger.

02) Not My Type | This is hella awkward. Is it their voice? Attitude? Appearance? You just don't want those lips anywhere near yours. Seven Minutes In Heaven, more like Seven Minutes Of Nope.

03) Seventy Minutes | You're so involved in smooching that neither of you notices the door has been locked and everyone else has left the room! Not until it's too late.

04) Unrequited | Tell them how you feel (so many! emotions!!). Even if you're a little too enthusiastic and your love is unrequited you have seven minutes of smooching to do, as per game rules. You can't fail!

05) Seconds and Thirds | Some self-proclaimed funny man outside upped the stakes and now a third party has been shoved inside with the two of you. Make the most of it! (Three-way threads ahoy!)

06) Taken | One of you has a significant other and your seven minutes are spent smooching anyway. Oops.

07) Strangers in the Hangers | Hello there, Good Looking. Where has this hottie been all night? Who cares, now they're yours!

08) Long Lost Smooches | You haven't seen them in forever and didn't know they were going to be here tonight. Resolve that UST!

09) Party Pooper | One of those involved is upset because of #PartyShit and now they're trapped in a closet after getting dragged into playing a game they tried to avoid. Cheer them up? ~~With kisses?~~ Good plan.

10) Get A Room | Your seven minutes are up but neither of you wants to stop. Relocate to a spare room!

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Is that so? Maybe I was a terrible influence on you after all. [she says with a mirthful tone. She knows he'd argue otherwise but sometimes she worried if she inadvertently closed a lot of potential doors for him. He had been a simple medical student after all. He could have gone that route before she literally dropped out of nowhere into his life.

Then again after his words (and actions) tonight maybe there was no cause for concern. He seemed quite set on this path too.

She glances back toward the manor and then back at him, pointing towards it.] Should we go back? It's quite late now. You can stay in my room with me if you'd like. [She means this in the most innocent way possible. Of course he was free to return to his own room (the manor was certainly big enough for everyone to get their own rooms) and there was always what their friends might say if they caught them but... she didn't really feel like parting with him yet.]

Of course not. You're the best thing that's happened to me, Milla, and I don't mean that to sound corny. [even though it does.]

I'm pretty sure without you I'd just have.... kept drifting, and never found anything meaningful to do. And that's only if I didn't wind up drafted into the army and getting killed. [because honestly as a gifted doctor in the Fennmont of the time, that was a distinct possibility.

But dwelling on what-ifs too much wasn't really a good idea. Lately, they'd had too many what-ifs shoved into their face whether they wanted to think about them or not.] But going back is fine with me --

[and then of course, Milla says that. Jude freezes, his face beet red.]

What?

I mean.... [no he still means the same thing.] What?

[he's completely certain she meant it innocently

but he's a teenage boy his mind jumped to places he can't escape now]

[She does frown some at the thought. If they had never met... how different would the world be now? And how different would they be as people? She can't imagine... although maybe she can in some ways thanks to her experience looking through the other Milla's eyes. She still didn't know her story but it had been clear that Milla had not met the Jude of her dimension. And sadly Milla is unaware why... though that might be for the best.

Corny or not his words are meaningful to her. She's proud to be the one to inspire his will.

... Anyway, that sure is an interesting reaction there, Jude.] No good? [Did she say something weird...? He's blushing so hard.] I can go back to your room instead if that's better. [No Milla that's not... quite........ any better.]

N-no. It's not that, um...

[does he explain, or let it go? He doesn't want to make this even more awkward... especially since he doesn't want to say goodnight and leave her, either. He's just going to stay a blushing mess for a while if he says yes and he knows it.]

It's fine with me either way, Milla.

[....? Jude r u ok.....

Admittedly it's kind of adorable that he's so flustered all of a sudden. She just wished she understood why. But that's enough agreement for her so she'll just stick to her original destination. So she nods and heads back toward the manor along the stone path. She can see her room from here anyway as it has a nice balcony. And also she left a light on inside it.

There are two guards to the back door entrance to the manor but they pay the two no mind as they go past. They're faces are familiar around here nowadays. Once inside Milla can still hear the voices of their friends elsewhere and she's surprised they haven't wondered where the two of them went. Or grew concerned when they found the door busted down.

But it works in their favor for now so she continues to lead the way up the stairs and to the last room down the hall that has been designated as hers. The only evidence that she's been in here is the light and the open book on the bed.]

Driselle said she gave me the room with the most books. [Indeed the bookcase against the wall is gigantic, but...] A lot of them I've already read. [A pause as she stares at him.] Are you going to be okay? [His face is so red...]

I'm fine.

[Now he really feels bad about not explaining, but there's literally no way he sees that he can without coming across as some kind of sleazy guy like Alvin. That's definitely not the impression he wants to give Milla.

Jude mentally kicks himself. It was just a platonic invitation. From the girl he was making out with five minutes ago. He... can totally deal with this situation maturely.]

...Really, Milla. Thanks for inviting me.

[but yes, this room does look like Milla. He wanders over to check out the title of the book she'd been reading at....]

[Well... if he's sure. He still seemed kind of embarrassed. Maybe it was rude to invite someone to your room on a first date? (Was... it really the first though?)

Whatever the reason she smiles when he thanks her.] Don't mention it. [It might be a little selfish to continue to keep Jude all to herself but... she hadn't been willing to part ways and rejoin the group. The dynamic was different when they had to be around the others.

Her discarded book is entitled Passionate Poetry Throughout History: The Evolution of Love Through Words. Of course. Though that seems to be on par with Driselle's style of books too if one thinks about it.]

[How can she read stuff like this and not get the implications of inviting a man into her room...

(And no, it's not really their first. It's just the first date that they realize is a date.)

He's not really sure what to do with himself now, so he fidgets a little, then moves to take a seat in one of the armchairs.]

So, um... [...] Is that book any good?

[That is truly one of the greatest mysteries of the times...

She picks up the book and snaps it closed.] It isn't bad. Humans try very hard to express their feelings and romantic experiences in words. [But, as she found out today, there were none that adequately described it in the end.]

Actually I picked it up to see if any of Rowen's poetry was in here. I'm still quite curious about that. [But aren't they all really. She sits on the edge of the bed across from him.] Unfortunately no luck.

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I really shouldn't be, but I'm curious too. I did hear a rumor once that they have a copy at Orda Palace. Maybe we should pay it another visit sometime?

[She chuckles and gives a small nod.] That sounds like fun. ["It's a date!" as they say. Which she thinks about saying herself and then seems to decide against it.

Instead she stands back up and wanders over to the bookshelf to put the book away. She pauses as she does so, eyes lifting to something on a slightly higher shelf.]

Jude, have you read all of Howe's works?

Yeah, of course. Well, the well-known ones are required reading...

[he's kind of a big deal in Rieze Maxian scientific circles, after all.]

[She lifts her hand toward the row of books by him that are on the shelf. There are quite a few of them but... they're very common books so that isn't surprising.]

Knowing what we do now I suppose I'm wondering why he never mentioned Celsius by name.

That's a good question. But there's a lot we still don't know about them. How did Celsius become a spirit fossil in the first place? It's possible Howe never wrote about her because she was being hunted by somebody, and that eventually killed her. The other possibility is that Howe's books were censored later, because the knowledge of Celsius was seen as somehow too dangerous.

[That all seemed plausible... but it still bothered Milla for some reason. But he was right, there wasn't a lot they knew about them. Their interactions had been brief and 500 years was a long, long time ago. Original notes or texts were probably not available to them now.]

Maybe I'll get the chance to ask her more about it someday. [She didn't know if that was possible, but maybe... Celsius had been a great spirit after all. The rules they follow aren't always the same as the lesser spirits. Plus she was Maxwell, after all. There had to be something she could do in that regard.

She plucks a book from the higher shelf and returns to sit on the bed... and proceeds to begin removing her ridiculously complicated footwear. How do they even work? Nobody knows but her as she bends her leg up, heel against the side of the bed, and easily unties the various straps. She slips them down her thigh.]

I'm sure a spirit like her won't stay down for long.

Wouldn't the new Celsius be a different person? Or do Great Spirits generally keep the memories of their past selves? [He's not really sure how the whole thing is supposed to work. Milla and Maxwell are kind of an unusual case.

he's so lost in thought he doesn't notice Milla stripping just yet...]

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Yes, she would... but the way she spoke, I have no doubt she would not lose her memories of Howe. Sometimes spirits are able to recall old memories though sometimes only subconsciously. But what the Four did for me... perhaps I could do for her. [She doesn't see why not. And although it isn't something she should do for every spirit or human that must be reincarnated... there could be some exceptions.

Of course in the end it was ultimately up to the individuals to remember or not. Her will had been strong enough to allow it. Not every human and spirit possessed such determination. When she became Maxwell she learned in more detail what had happened to her when she had died.]

I think she would possess the strength to be reborn that way if she wanted. [Well if he isn't noticing that's fine too. She's still going because let's be honest, Milla doesn't actually like wearing clothes. She only does it because she knows it is not socially acceptable otherwise. (Thanks for explaining that one, Ivar. Your sacrifice will always be remembered.)

When the boots are off she proceeds to pretty much take off the rest of it. Or at least just the outer "jacket" anyway. ~~seriously how does her outfit even work though~~] So it seems fair to give her the chance.

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I see...

[hm.] It'd be happiest if they could be together again somehow, but that probably isn't possible anymore. [who knew where Howe had ended up. As a spirit, or already born again as another human being... It was a little depressing to think about, even if it's a natural cycle.]

[Then he looks over at her to say something.

Whatever it was, he forgets it.]

Milla!

I'm afraid not. I don't know what became of Howe in the afterlife. [She wouldn't know how to find out either, honestly. That had been 500 years ago after all. That was definitely way before her time.]

But-- [She starts but his startled outburst cuts her off. She blinks.] What?

[She's discarded all the extra fabric of her clothes on the floor and is sitting quite comfortably on her bed. She sees nothing wrong with this as this state of dress (or... undress...) is much more comfortable.]

Why are you taking off your clothes?!

[he's freaking out just a little but can anyone honestly blame him? He has no idea what she might be thinking right now... or how far she's planning to go.]

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Huh? [Now she looks confused and Jude's struggle continues.] I'm not taking off my clothes. I was just getting comfortable. [No taking off her clothes is pretty much what she did here. Unfortunately she's use to not wearing much when she's doing nothing in her room. She just seemed to forget the little detail that she isn't alone.]

I don't really like wearing so many layers if I don't have to. [Except she barely wears any to begin with.]

But - your outfit....

[that's underwear, Milla. Not clothes. He can't look directly at her anymore.]

[Hey it's at least a swimsuit. Kind of.]

Sorry. I always relax like this. [Well, usually anyway.] Does it bother you that much?

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