savetheearth | Sleepover Cheer Up

Who: Robyn, Danielle, PEOPLE
What: Robyn is rescued and in need of cheering up, so there's gonna be a bit party for her.
When: Backdated to September 13
Where: The home of company heiress Danielle Masters. So a huge mansion befitting the obscenely wealthy in a on the rich side of town.
Warnings: Shenanigans, cat videos, giant sized life jackets made of pool noodles? And whole aftermath of kidnappings maybe.

[Filtered to Personal Friends of Robyn, Danielle, and those who expressed concern on the Network during the kidnapping plot]

You are cordially invited to a party this Saturday at [address goes here.] Simply tell the guard at the gate for that address that you are here for the party for Robyn in the effort to cheer her up after her ordeal.

There will be food, music, cat videos, a pool, and if you believe Robyn will want you stay the night and are under the age of eighteen, a sleepover.

The staff are aware Seedlings may be in attendance. They do not, however, know this is a Seedling gathering, that I am one, or what Robyn needs cheering up for, just that the party is for her. Please do not inform them.

Sincerely, Danielle.

Welcome to Mansion la Masters. One CEO Masters may have a bit of an ego because this place is certainly not small, with a massive home and sprawling grounds. There was a gate to get into the neighborhood, but as if that wasn't enough, there was another manned gate at the end of the drive. The guard, however, would let anyone in who said they were here for Robyn.

Upon reaching the front door, a butler would lead the way to a ballroom with music, balloons, streamers, and a large buffet table. Which is covered in pretty fancy foods, because there is only so much Danielle could talk the cooks into, but at least there's some nice desserts. There are also helpful signs that lead the way to the pool and out to the backyard that has some nets set up for outdoor games. There is also a nearby room with a large tv and couches, though the movie selection is mostly just choices between kids movies, classics, and sports, but there's no gaming consoles.

If you are obviously Numbered, the staff is kind enough to make not comment, don't even seem to blink. After all, they are paid to be professional.

There is, of course, more to the home than these areas, but if the staff see you anywhere too out of the way unaccompanied by Danielle, they will be sure to insist you return towards the party.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I've seen her."

Some might say that sounded a touch grim and that Octavia's jaw might be a wee bit clenched. Those people need to shut the fuck up.

"I will have to make a point to say hi to her sometime! What with her being a titan like my beloved husbando. It's like we are almost half past-life sisters in law or some junk. But I guess I should be saying 'congratulations on being alive' to you first, right?"

...Did you just imply that Robyn needs to shut the fuck up?

"Uh... Well. I guess you could kind of say something like that, if you really wanted to." ...She got the impression that Octavia wasn't exactly the biggest friend of Blaine around.

"And -uhm- Thanks. I appreciate it. It... Well it meant a lot to me that when you talked me through that."

"Psshhffssh."

She airily waves a hand as if brushing the thanks away. For someone who pretty much lives on praise and ego-boosting, it's surprisingly hard for Octavia to know how to react to sincere thanks like that.

"It was nothing. I just remembered what it was like for me! And it was pretty tough even though I am obviously way more badass than you. So helping out was the hero thing to do!"

"Well still..." Robyn just wants to assure her that she's grateful for the pep talk, but something else catches her attention.

"You mean you were more badass than me, right? I-I thought you said I was so badass that even someone as dangerous as you would think twice before messing with me."

Octavia stares blankly for a few seconds before responding.

"Lesson number one in Tavia's School of Badassery: you don't have to be a good person to be a hero. Which means lying to somebody to make them less likely to pee their pants every time the mafia looks at them is super encouraged."

Yeah. That works.

Wow.

Okay.

So that kind of crushed Robyn's feelings a little.

Don't mind Robyn if she stares for a little before se starts to float off in the opposite direction.

Whoops.

"Hey! Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey." Octavia hovers out over the pool, tossing aside all those thoughts about not getting pixie dust in the water.

"That don't mean you don't have the potential to be badass. You should've seen me when I first got my numbers! I was a wuss. A wimp! A weaky-weak weakling who had to hide behind other people when bad stuff happened. So I am perfect for teaching you the way to be a majorly cool tough maverick hero!"

There really isn't anywhere that she can float away to when Octavia hovers on over. There goes that escape plan. Robyn didn't exactly know what to say as Tavia had pretty much summed up how she already felt about the situation. She knew she wasn't a badass of any sort, her attempts to look cool and capable had ended in complete failure. The kidnapping was just cemented how in over her head she actually was. She knew what Octavia had said was just an exaggeration to make her feel better, it just hurt to hear it out loud.

"I don't know... Maybe I'm just not cut out for cool hero stuff." So much for staying positive today.

"Wrong! If you want to be a hero, then you can be a hero. I am living proof! And you are already cool or I wouldn't be talking to you. Because I don't talk to losers - I talk to awesome people with at least eight buttloads of hero potential."

She accompanies her statement with a triumphant nod as she folds her arms. In her own imagination, there is triumphant music playing and a shaft of sunlight is beaming down on her from above.

Not so much in reality, but hey.

"In fact, I am officially drafting you into my becme a hero scheme. You will be my prize pupil. My apprentice in cool! I will mould and shape you into a vision of amazingness or my name ain't Tavia Serket."

Let's just not think about how her past self tried to make a guy more heroic and threw him off a cliff in the process. And bullied the fuck out of him. And then kind of maybe murdered him a little.

Robyn felt a confusing mix of emotions at the moment. On one hand she certainly didn't like that Octavia just admitted she had lied to her, even if it was for a good cause it still kind of hurt to know it was a lie. At the same time she had to admit that the offer to be taken under her wing was pretty darn tempting.

Octavia seemed to have a good heart but had a terrible way of going about it. ...Maybe Octavia wasn't wrong about the whole not having to be a good person to be a hero thing. Then again maybe Octavia wasn't exactly a bad person either.

"...Well being a hero would be kind of cool." She paused and thought about it for a little bit.

"I Guess I can give it a try."

"Congratulations! You are already eight percent more badass. Because you accepted the challenge and acknowledged your potential as a future badass! I think you gained a level."

She accesses her inventory - which looks like smashing a series of magic eight-balls to anyone watching - and proceeds to start scribbling on a slightly rumpled sheet of paper before showing it to Robyn.

Voila.

"There. Your levelling system! As you can see, you have now achieved the rank of wussmaiden. You have a long way to go, but I totally have faith in you!"

"Eight percent? Already?" She didn't really feel anymore badass, but then again she didn't really feel badass to begin with. What did badass really feel like anyways?

She'll just float there as Tavia goes about whatever it is she's doing. How do you get paper out of hitting eight-balls together? This makes no sense.

She looked over the leveling system a bit curiously. It was kind of nice to be considered level two... but Wussmaiden wasn't exactly a title to be proud of. She frowned even more when she realized she was lower than canon-fodder.

"I-..." Okay. Maybe commenting on how uncool this system has made her feel isn't the best way to go about this so she'll cut herself off for now.

"What do I do to level up higher?"

"Badass stuff." She waves a hand dismissively. "If I tell you all the badassery tests in advance, you will be able to prepare for them! And everybody knows that to be cool and tough, you have to be able to go with the flow."

There's a thoughtful pause.

"The flow of badass."

Better.

"Oh. Okay. Right. I guess that makes sense." Well... She could certainly at least try to be badass of she had to. ...And her new mentor seemed to know what she was talking about.

"So when do I gave my next test? Or can you can not tell me that either?"

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