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Call Me Saturday ([personal profile] wheyoftheadept) wrote in [community profile] goneawayworld2020-05-04 05:22 pm
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Revenge Solves Everything (closed)

Who: Saturday and Catra
What: Video games!
Where: A lounge on the rig
When: Between the sheetcake party and the next big event
Warnings/Notes: Spoilers for an older video game? Probably they will talk about their shitty childhoods at some point

Saturday does not recognize any of the recreational equipment in the weird little boxy lounges scattered across the dorm level, but that’s not a problem because neither does Catra.

“Oh, this sounds neat,” Saturday says, reading the back of a box. “You are the once-trusted bodyguard of the beloved Empress. Framed for her murder, you become an infamous assassin, known only by a disturbing mask, blah blah blah - oooh, a city besieged by plague and ruled by an oppressive government armed with neo-industrial technologies. What do you think?”

She shows the box to Catra. It’s very goth, with a dude in a long coat and a hood with a fairly cool skull mask on the front.

“What do you think? It says Playstation on the thing, and one of the boxes under the tv says the same. Probably it’ll work.”
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-05-07 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra rubs her eyes again and then reaches out to accept the water bottle. Saturday is right about the achey head and sore throat, at least. There's silence as Catra takes a long, long drink of water. Then she offers the bottle back. As she does, she stares at Saturday, as if waiting for something to happen, another shoe to drop.

"...That's it?"
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-05-07 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're not going to like..." Catra sighs, shakes her head.

"You know what, never mind."
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-05-07 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Yeah, sure." Catra bends to retrieve the controller and starts to resume play. Poor Corvo, left standing in the rat-infested street for all that time seems relieved to be back on the hunt. Things seem almost normal again, though... Catra is leaning into Saturday a little now, seeming more willing to share her personal space.