INTRO LOG

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[[Exactly what it says on the tin! This is just an initial log to sort of get things started and is largely freeform, open to (but not limited to):

-Meetings before classes start
-First day business
-Dorm shenanigans meetings
-First classes in progress
-or whatever the heck else you want to do for beginning-of-term things!

There's a CR meme up now for some initial planning if you like, or feel free to just hop in here.]]

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[broil]

Now you're just being silly.

[But he was being entertained, so let's keep that going.]

Did you get STDs?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You're looking at the luckiest horny street rat that ever hit the gutter. [Still so self-satisfied.] And smartest, after I saw a hooker with advanced syphilis. The first time was the last time I went unprotected.

[broil]

Smart. Who knew. Especially if you were desperate.

[Hah.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Have you ever seen advanced syphilis?

[His shudder really says it all.]

Besides, you've always thought you knew way more about me than you actually do. About time you started figuring it out.

[broil]

No.

[And did he really need to say it? One: he's about a year old. Two: he wouldn't hang out with a syphilis-ridden whore, thank you very much.]

And that's a good thing, isn't it? How else would I get all of this out of you? You and your need to always prove me wrong. That's the secret.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[His expression sours again. As soon as they approach something like a friendly conversation, Petre has an equally compulsive need to point out that it's still a power game. And he's the one who wants to be friends.]

I really don't give a shit who knows what I did when I was homeless. You're not really getting prime material here.

[broil]

Maybe not to you.

[Anything he can get is something he can use, John.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Yeah, yeah. And you've literally got nothing for me to dig up, so all the power is in your hands. I've heard it all before.

[It still irks him, sure, but having it pointed out does take some of the power out of it. Don't show off, Petre.]

[broil]

That's where you're wrong. I've got an entire lifetime for you to dig up on.

[Is that an offer? Who the fuck knows.]

You can let me know what you find out later.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Sounds like you're making me do your homework for you. No thanks, I don't care that much. Go to the Professor if you want your memory hacked.

[Petre is an interesting puzzle, there's no denying that. But John's never had the patience for puzzles. Only if it really comes down to need, if his continued existence at this school is put in genuine danger by their ongoing war.]

I know what I need to know.

[broil]

Boring.

[Wouldn't things be so much interesting that way? If John actually knew more about Petre than he cares to know about himself. A twist on the story that remains untold.]

Think I did it? Got my family killed.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Probably. [A bland, very honest statement.] But that's just as boring. I would've too, if they didn't skip out before I got the chance.

[broil]

Then we'd have something in common. 'Fire kills entire family. Blame the kid.'

[He'd like that, being closer to John in that sense. As fucked up as it is.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Like I said. Give it time and we will.

[His gaze goes a bit unfocussed, still directed at Petre but obviously miles away.]

I wanna make 'em beg. Beg and beg like they have a chance, and really make them think they do. Make sure they have that hope before I melt them down.

[broil]

[Careful, John, you'll make him excited.]

Can I watch?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Maybe. If you're good.

{So no, because Petre's incapable of being good.]

[broil]

[Mean!]

I'm very good. You just won't let me show you.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Nope. But don't stop believing.

[He still wonders why Petre doesn't just force him into it - not like he wants that, but it's the obvious answer. Well, obvious in some ways and unthinkable in others, because that would invalidate the whole thing. John has to come willingly to make it worthwhile at all. Breaking him down is the point.

God, he's rooming with a sick fuck. And it keeps swinging from infuriating to terrifying to thrilling.]

[broil]

[He inches up his shoulders emphatically, lets them drop again.]

You will. [Pause. His lips stretch sweetly.] We've got a whole year ahead of us to get to know one another.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[It's actually pleasant happenstance that he ends up yawning right at that moment, but he draws it out, makes a real show of it.]

You're a broken record, Petre. All talk and no action, and you won't take action, 'cause that defeats the point of it. It has to be me, right? All me.

And it won't be, no matter how much shit you blame on me. So just do me one favour - make sure I'm asleep before you start jacking off thinking about it.

[broil]

[God, John, so crude. He laughs, a genuine but unpleasant laugh, boyish and in the back of his throat.]

Stand up.

[A sing-song statement, still grinning brightly. To John it should sound like a good idea - the very best idea. It's the right thing to do, not because Petre told him to, but because it's now seeped into his common sense. It's as good as one of his own ideas.

That's how his power works.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[And he does as he's told, as he suddenly wants to do, throwing off the covers and standing between their beds. He has no real concept of what he was planning to do after that, so he just stays there, head cocked curiously down at Petre.]

[broil]

[He clasps his hands, lets them rest on his lap, eyes narrowing as he eyes John critically.]

Now say: 'I'm sorry for telling you what to do, Petre. I keep forgetting that's just silly.'

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I'm sorry for telling you what to do, Petre, I keep forgetting that's just silly.

[He even looks a bit ashamed.]

[broil]

[Petre looks visibly unimpressed, but he seems to let it go, turning to the side with a bored purse of his lips.]

I forgive you.

You can go back to bed now.

[Spell's over.]