VOICE TEST

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VOICE TESTING; GAMES EDITION




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bby nic!!!

[saints]

[ Tris is nursing a piña colada in the corner of this shindig with a palm-sized plate of mozzarella sticks and other finger foods arranged in a small stack to pick from. He's people watching, really, and when there's free liquor and food involved, he's certainly not going to say no to a mingle full of people he doesn't know.

He's rubbing a small tattoo on the meat of his palm, faded a little bit over the years, but still there from when they huddled over it under a hot little light with some ink and a needle and Tris bitched and complained while Nic stabbed him over and over again and seemed to take great joy in it (There's not enough booze in the world, Nic-- Shut up.)

He swears now as he's touching the small triangle with a line through the top that he sees her, the long curls of brown hair and the tan skin. She's over there in the crowd and Tris wonders if he's somehow drunk yet even though he's barely made a dent in his drink. It'd be weird that she were here in all of her radiant, drug-laden glory with her clear eyes and sharp, quick fingers. You're totally seeing things. But as with everything else, Tris decides that investigating is worth it.

Slowly he slides out of his seat (maybe "melts" is a good word to use instead) and moves through the party, drink in his hand and straw caught on the side of his mouth lazily. He can step right next to her without looking too awkward about it and if it's her? Well hot fucking damn, and if it's not ... well ... he's lame as fuck.

So contact in three, two... one... ]

'Scuse-- [ he says, touching her shoulder as if to nudge her out of the way and tipping his head a bit to try and catch some of the features on her face--and alright. Maybe now is the bit where he looks like a lamer, bright blue eyes open and mouth hanging open, straw tapping his teeth. ] Well fuck me...

( and there's far too many questions to ask )

[deafens]

[ it's fairly unsurprising that nicola's first assumption when she wakes up, held in place as if surrounded by viscous liquid, is that she's having a bad trip. some of the concoctions she tries are rough to say the least, and what kind of mad dealer-slash-scientist would she be if she didn't test her products on herself first? (a sensible one, is the answer to that one, but never mind that now). the point is, at first she just assumes it's some kind of sensatory hallucination. it wouldn't be the first time it's happened, and it certainly isn't the weirdest either. just as she's satisfied that this is clearly what's going on, the liquid starts to drain and a tube retracts from her throat. as nicola dry heaves her way through the extraction, she's unceremoniously dumped onto the floor-

except it's not the floor. it's a wall, and the whole room is on its side, and if this is a bad trip it's a crazy detailed one. she picks herself off and wipes the excess goop off of her decidedly undressed body, and turns just in time to hear another pod draining and another person choking around the breathing tube. she isn't alone. working in overtime, nic scans the room for something to cover herself. she finds a towel, quickly wraps it around herself, and she's already mustering every bit of self defensive magic she remembers (which, admittedly, isn't much) when a figure drops in front of her. she stares for a moment, confused, and then drops to his side as she grabs his hand to make sure he's okay. ]

Tris, what the fuck?

[ an apt way to say hello, really. ]