⚔ // once upon a dream

[discutio]

[You all know the drill by now. Ignis and Camilla have taken over the nearest kitchen, and there's going to be food in the Pokemon Center soon enough; a warm and comforting vegetable curry. Highwind's even out now, welcoming any and all who might need a large cloud bird to hug after everything that was.]

[It's been a long night. Everyone needs a good meal and a long rest, and luckily one of those things is being seen to immediately.]

Comments

[semistableman]

I don't know. Probably? Cults are big on changing your personality to suit their purposes.

[eudaimonikos]

[..........]

Oh my god, I joined a cult. A human cult. [that's just called "being nicer to people"]

[semistableman]

[Bucky arches a single brow at him.]

Yeah? What's it a cult of?

[This conversation is probably going to be dumb.]

[eudaimonikos]

Human things.

[yeah it's dumb

he's at least partially joking, probably, but it's gonna be dumb]

[semistableman]

[Well. Bucky's going to assume he's joking. He looks kind of amused now.]

Yeah? Cults tend to have some sort of specific ideology that separates them from normal society. What kind of things?

[eudaimonikos]

Decency and mutual respect.

[Michael lays a hand on his chest, staring dramatically into the middle distance.]

My god, what have I gotten wrapped up in?

[semistableman]

[Okay, he can't entirely stay serious. He snorts before he can put his serious face back on.]

The first step of getting out of a cult is acknowledging you are in a cult.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh - I'm in too deep. You'll have to go on without me.

[semistableman]

I can't do that! We've gotta stick together and flee.

[eudaimonikos]

You're too kind, Bucky. Literally - it must be your cult conditioning. There's only one solution.

[.....]

We've gotta have a comedy roast.

[semistableman]

Must be.

[At the suggestion, his grin spreads across his face.]

Who are you going to roast first?

[eudaimonikos]

Hmmmm...man, I wish I'd had time to prepare. I'd hate to let everyone down - you know, like Cynthia did!

[heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey

also demonic comedy roasts are more along the lines of "just really mean personal attacks made on a stage"]

[semistableman]

[Well.

He can't exactly dispute that, can he?]

You could always find a room and lock yourself inside of it to practice.

[eudaimonikos]

...too mean?

[All joking aside, he knows there's a line somewhere between funny and mean. It's one he can't really see a lot of the time, but that doesn't mean it's not there.]

[semistableman]

Maybe a little.

[Bucky is firmly on Team Cynthia, though, so he shrugs a little.]

Humor's pretty subjective, though.

[eudaimonikos]

Boy, don't I know it. I don't say like, half the jokes I think of.

[because they're all MEAN and he KNOWS his sense of humor is like that]

Did you know we actually invented the comedy roast? Pretty much the only thing you could call a traditional demon art form. Our weird karaoke doesn't count, humans made karaoke. Anyway, you pick someone, and then everybody takes turns saying the cruelest thing about them they can think of. Gotta be true, though, or it isn't as hurtful.

[semistableman]

[That. Makes him laugh a little.]

Aren't they supposed to be funny?

[eudaimonikos]

Ehhhhh...humans have a different concept of humor.

[aka, the blatant cruelty is the funny part]

[semistableman]

Demons sound like an interesting bunch.

[This is 100% a genuine comment. It's not like Bucky has problems saying otherwise.]

[eudaimonikos]

That is a morally ambiguous term, yes!

[semistableman]

I'd go with "diplomatic", myself.

[eudaimonikos]

However you want to put it, you're not wrong. You know the most popular song in Hell?

[.....]

Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer.

[semistableman]

[Bucky laughs.]

Now you're definitely joking. There's no way that's actually a song.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh...oh, my god. Bucky. Your faith in humanity is astounding!

[He puts a hand on Bucky's shoulder.]

I'm sorry to ruin it for you. Quaver, play Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer!

[GRANDMA GOT RUN OVER BY A REINDEEEEEEEEEER~!]

[semistableman]

[Yeah. He's got nothing. All he can do is just sort of stare between Michael and Quaver because what the hell.]

When was that song written?