[OPEN MINGLE] Or perhaps in Slytherin

[fulllifeconsequences]

Who: Slytherin House! (And friends and visitors, of course!)
Where: Slytherin Common Room, Quidditch Pitch, various places around Hogwarts
When: Duration of the event
Rating: G (will edit as necessary)
Summary: Slytherin open log!
The Story:



The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs.

The common room has changed, somewhat, from its historical description, thanks to the decorative powers of one Mettaton. Though it still extends beneath the lake and thus retains a greenish, aquatic cast, it's much more brightly lit, its cold, damp atmosphere replaced with dazzling MTT-brand warmth. Even the giant squid, occasionally peering in as it does its rounds of the lake, seems just a shade more glamorous inside such a charming space.

Students - and a ghost or two - can be found nestled within its confines, plotting mischief around the fire, studiously doing their homework (as good students do), or perhaps trading Chocolate Frog trading cards. Though Slytherin is not especially well-known for its wide-open, trusting nature, Slytherins are known for not snitching on each other; if a guest or two were to creep in for a while, then odds are, nobody saw anything.

Comments

[krmvgivv]

It's not like that! [Dipper scowls. He knows Wendy is out of his league. Of course he knows that. He's pretty sure Wendy's out of everyone's league. She's the coolest person he's ever met, wizard or muggle. He can't believe she even wants to be friends with him. The idea of her ever wanting to date him is... well, he knows she could do better. And she's older than him. His odds aren't good.

But he can't help himself. He likes her so much and he doesn't know how else to handle it.]

I just... wanted to say hi.

[fulllifeconsequences]

You came all this way and you're spending so long waiting... just to say hi.

[They sigh, shake their head.]

Listen. Dipper, listen. I get where you're coming from, but you need a nudge in the right direction, or she's never going to clue in to your feelings. Trust me here; I'm an expert in romance.

[Their credentials amount to "thinks dating is icky and would rather remove their own skin than kiss another human being," but Frisk gets little puppy crushes on people sometimes. So that counts, right?]

What you need is a bold, decisive gesture. One that will make it clear exactly what Wendy has to gain by giving a fingerling potato like you the time of day.

[krmvgivv]

I'm not taking romance advice from someone who calls me a potato.

[Chara is not an expert in romance. They're an expert in being terrible and giving bad advice.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

Dipper, you can be any root vegetable you want if you follow your dreams. Don't let me box you in.

[They're also an expert life coach, as you can see.]

[krmvgivv]

I... don't want to be a root vegetable? [Why is this a conversation they're having.] I mean, if I was any root vegetable, I'd probably be a beat, but I'm not really a vegetable, you know.

[fulllifeconsequences]

Now that's just weird, Dipper. Who would ever want to be a beet?

[They're just teasing at this point.]

At the very least, strive to be an onion or something. Onions are versatile. Lovable.

[krmvgivv]

Onions are too cliche. No one picks beets. It's unique and special and really tasty.

[Dipper has actually put thought into this issue, apparently.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

Nothing says "unique and special" like "makes you pee red," I guess. I'll give you that much.

[Con... gratulations??]

If you get to be a beet, then what does that make Wendy? Beets don't go with anything.

[krmvgivv]

They go well with carrots. [He goes slightly red.] I mean, not that Wendy's a carrot! Though I guess she's got red hair? How did people start becoming vegetables anyway?