GOOD OLD FASHIONED RAZZMATAZZ / tp prank

[bubblegum]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Whoever Goldie planned on expecting, perhaps Vigenere, a few faces she was still getting to know, but Aurum she had not expected. Which is a little silly, too, considering at a time she would expect him most of all. But life was inconsistent and she was not unhappy to see him. In fact, it was a great relief. Even if the terms of their meeting was still so recently after bad news. "You asshole," the female would tease as the male approached, moving closer in an attempt to give him a half-hug. He didn't look to be doing so good, so she wouldn't press on his disappearance - it seemed to speak for itself.

As he asked about anything happening lately, she'd think for a moment before offering a shrug. "Plenty. But thas' life," came her casual voice, though there is a slight edge, just the smallest sadness hinting. She wouldn't speak of all that'd happened recently - it was not the right time, she'd not pulled this stunt to give bad news. Besides, more began to approach, and it would be an awkward mood killer. "We should talk soon, Aurum." The female would say next, a bit quieter, before shifting her attention to Vigenere and another she did not recognize as they approached.

Vigenere's acceptance to her challenge was expected, and met with a light smile. "The kids n' I moved from our hut back t' m' rooms in the Tempest. I think the changed environment will help," she'd respond softly, deciding not to go further than that. Things weren't necessarily better, but it didn't do them any good to spend all day moping, and she'd always known herself to use work as a coping mechanism. Plus, the prank war would be a light hearted time for both the groups that could hopefully bring some better moods.

As Sophiea introduced herself the female would offer a slight nod. "Goldenluxury Roux, or Goldie, capt'n o' the Typhoon. Nice t' meet ya, hun," she greets politely, tail twitching. Most folks already knew her name just based off her stories and appearance, but the female figured it would still be good to be certain and introduce herself in turn.