[ How long does it take Ford to respond? Only about a minute. Ford doesn't know that, though. You could tell him an hour had passed and he wouldn't be able to argue. The ;D has robbed all concept of time from him.
Finally, however, he responds. ]
Friday night is fine.
But I think you should get some sleep, Ozpin.
[ Preferably right now, so Ford can get some advice from Stan before the conversation continues and flies even more off the rails. ]
[Ruby can feel she’s probably stepping over a line here, but she has fo cross it. This wasn’t just about Oz’s feelings, this was about Ford. She had to make the move for Oz.]
I’ll do just that. I’ll be thinking of you, Stanford. ~Night Night~
[And just like that. She hits send and throws the fluid to Oscar.]
Stuffing one last cookie in his mouth, he caught the Fluid and took off.]
Keep in touch Ruby! I'll help with whatever I can!
[And with that he was gone-- not without the raucous sound of a small body unceremoniously tumbling down the stairs, punctuated with a chipper 'I'm fine!' before the front door slammed shut.]
It comes and goes within the span of a moment: there is no flash of gold, no fanfare, no out-of-body tug. It is simply that, in one moment, Ruby has full and easy control of her body. In the next, there is the painless but disorienting pressure of being joined in the driver's seat, and she (they) acts on a reflex that isn't her (their) own. They jolt forward to grab at the Fluid, a beat too late to stop Oscar sprinting off with it.
There is a distant clatter, a yelped reassurance, the slam of a door. Ruby's arm falls again, returned to her own power. In her mind, Ozpin shifts away from the front.
(If she will not respect his autonomy as an individual—)
(She is eighteen. She is exerting her newfound control over him in ultimately harmless ways. Stanford would not believe such a message to be him; it is not even an effective humiliation. He owes her patience.)
(Ozpin settles back with a distinct air of simmering irritation, anyway.) ]
'I see you're enjoying yourself.' [ He does not sound pleased. ] 'Tell me, how do you intend to make good on this romantic Friday evening date, given our condition? I don't imagine you will be joining Stanford for a dinner by candlelight.'
[It's a disorienting experience, something Ruby hadn't expected. A flash of panic bleeds through the emotional connection they have. Along with the distinct memories of Ruby's body being controlled by puppet strings by Bill just over a week ago.
She steels herself and tries to push those memories down. This.... wasn't the same thing. She kept mentally repeating that to herself until she it stuck.
She watches in the backseat of her own eye as Ozpin tries to get a hold of the fluid but Oscar makes his escape successfully.
She feels the irritation as he hands over the controls back to her and she flops back on her bed. Her breathing calming down at the loss of control.]
I was just trying to do a good deed. Come on, I got you a date after all.
[The next words hit her like a truck and she just lays there for a second. For about a solid minute she can't think of a proper response but eventually she settles on one that suits the situation.]
Fuck.
[She rolls over and buries herself in her pillow for a minute. Maybe if she suffocates the both of them, Oz will end up in an older, more age appropriate body and she can just expire.
Eventually she pulls herself out from pillow and says.]
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Then the surprise once the actual response comes in. Ruby looks between the fluid and Oscar and let's out a giddy squeal.
IT WAS WORKING! THEY WERE DOING IT.]
Oscar, high five!
[She raises a hand for a high five and then brings her hands back down toward the device.]
Just have to seal the deal. Oscar, Oz is getting a little more testy. Let me know if things look dicey grab the Fluid and book it.
[She then start to type.]
Perfect~!
Friday night would be ideal.
It's a date.
;D
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Finally, however, he responds. ]
Friday night is fine.
But I think you should get some sleep, Ozpin.
[ Preferably right now, so Ford can get some advice from Stan before the conversation continues and flies even more off the rails. ]
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I’ll do just that.
I’ll be thinking of you, Stanford.
~Night Night~
[And just like that. She hits send and throws the fluid to Oscar.]
Run!!!
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Stuffing one last cookie in his mouth, he caught the Fluid and took off.]
Keep in touch Ruby! I'll help with whatever I can!
[And with that he was gone-- not without the raucous sound of a small body unceremoniously tumbling down the stairs, punctuated with a chipper 'I'm fine!' before the front door slammed shut.]
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It comes and goes within the span of a moment: there is no flash of gold, no fanfare, no out-of-body tug. It is simply that, in one moment, Ruby has full and easy control of her body. In the next, there is the painless but disorienting pressure of being joined in the driver's seat, and she (they) acts on a reflex that isn't her (their) own. They jolt forward to grab at the Fluid, a beat too late to stop Oscar sprinting off with it.
There is a distant clatter, a yelped reassurance, the slam of a door. Ruby's arm falls again, returned to her own power. In her mind, Ozpin shifts away from the front.
(If she will not respect his autonomy as an individual—)
(She is eighteen. She is exerting her newfound control over him in ultimately harmless ways. Stanford would not believe such a message to be him; it is not even an effective humiliation. He owes her patience.)
(Ozpin settles back with a distinct air of simmering irritation, anyway.) ]
'I see you're enjoying yourself.' [ He does not sound pleased. ] 'Tell me, how do you intend to make good on this romantic Friday evening date, given our condition? I don't imagine you will be joining Stanford for a dinner by candlelight.'
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She steels herself and tries to push those memories down. This.... wasn't the same thing. She kept mentally repeating that to herself until she it stuck.
She watches in the backseat of her own eye as Ozpin tries to get a hold of the fluid but Oscar makes his escape successfully.
She feels the irritation as he hands over the controls back to her and she flops back on her bed. Her breathing calming down at the loss of control.]
I was just trying to do a good deed. Come on, I got you a date after all.
[The next words hit her like a truck and she just lays there for a second. For about a solid minute she can't think of a proper response but eventually she settles on one that suits the situation.]
Fuck.
[She rolls over and buries herself in her pillow for a minute. Maybe if she suffocates the both of them, Oz will end up in an older, more age appropriate body and she can just expire.
Eventually she pulls herself out from pillow and says.]
I guess I got us a date.