Mina Corte-Real | Syrinx (syrinx) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-06-09 22:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mini-log, osiris, set, syrinx |
Syrinx had been happy to come by to play monopoly- truth be told, after Rome? This was the highlight of her day, she had been pretty unhappy in her situation there, although at least she hadn't died.
Still, coming to see Osiris and noting that he was injured and missing a finger did not make her comfortable. Finding out it was his brother who bit off his finger less so.
Though for now she had forgotten all that in favor of playing monopoly (or their version of monopoly, because Syrinx had taken to making up new rules with Osiris). Rules which included no money, but cookies as currency. Also, there were no buildings to be built, but it was more about who landed where. So... the rules weren't as complicated, but different. Biting her lip, she considered the last rule. "Winner gets all the cookies? Won't take make someone sick?"
Although moving back in with the situation they had currently placed themselves in may have seemed strange, Set actually felt much more comfortable in his apartment than he did at his parent's house. After all, it had been his home for years and he did miss it. Nothing had changed in the short duration that he had left short of their things being packed into boxes. That was slowly being fixed over the course of the week with plenty of breaks considering they weren't really in any condition to be doing too much. And so, he was fine with the fact Osiris wanted to invite someone else over for a board game.
Or so he thought. At the mention of the cookies, Set looked up from the DVDs that he had been reorganizing on the floor One, it would not make someone sick, though it perhaps heightened the risk of diabetes and/or obesity. Two, those weren't her cookies. He leaned over and looked up at them. "All of what cookies?"
Although Osiris had a lot on his mind while in Rome, one of his sons killing the other and having to fight to the death with some Greek he still owed a drink, he did worry about Syrinx's situation and regretted never getting a chance to see her as neither of them were ever really allowed that much freedom. And not just because she was temporarily his sister, but also a good friend and one of his only comforts through the last few lonely months as he struggled to make sense of his life.
Even now that his roommate had finally returned after the months of stubborn silence, after a rather messy struggle that Osiris didn't regret, he wasn't going to toss aside the one person who'd been there for him. He wasn't going to stop having her over just because Set could be a bit grumpy and obnoxious at times, and he wasn't going to cancel playing board games just because he didn't have function over one of his hands and the pain killers were making him groggy. Writing the rules down with his right hand was a bit of a struggle, but Syrinx had been helping him through it by holding the pencil steady, which he was more thankful for than offended by.
Osiris frowned and reconsidered the rule after Syrinx brought up a rather valid point, thinking perhaps all or nothing would have been too extreme to divide the cookies. Maybe something like 60-40 would be more appropriate, but before he could suggest a revision, Set had interrupted from where he'd been so quiet that Osiris almost forgot he was there at all. Which was remarkably unlike Set.
"The cookies in the oven," he clarified, pretty sure that Set would have noticed by now. Things like that rarely escaped his attention.
Syrinx looked up, a little startled by Set's interruption (or not interruption, just he had been so quiet before). She pressed her lips together, then looked away quickly - uncertain if her staring was going to make anyone angry. Instead she went back to looking at the board. "Oh. Um. Does ..." She stopped, trying to find the right words and get rid of the constant soreness of her throat, the one that always seemed to creep up. She panicked and couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.
"Would...you like to play?" Obviously directed at Set though she was looking at Osiris as if waiting for some approval or disapproval from him. He was the one person who didn't make her feel...out of sorts. She was normal. It was a good feeling.
The cookies in the oven. AKA: his cookies. Well, perhaps Osiris wasn't baking them with the sole intention of giving them to him, but he was certainly going to pul his roommate privilege and help himself to at least a few. The rules may have said all of the cookies, but that wasn't going to actually happen at the end of the game on his watch. He'd just take a few before they finished.
"No, I'm busy," he sighed, back to organizing his DVDs. He didn't care if Osiris wanted a break or wanted to have someone over, but he had things that he was determined to finish. Better now than later.
Knowing how Set was when it came to games, unable to finish most without ragequitting when he was losing or usually driving Osiris into half-assing until Set inevitably won, and knowing well enough how jittery Syrinx could be, it was probably for the best that Set declined her offer to join. Even if his excuse was rather flimsy, Osiris shrugged dismissively in response.
Smiling encouragingly at Syrinx, thinking it was sweet that she was at least making the effort but not wanting to get hung up on it since any effort on Set was usually one wasted, he scratched out the final rule and corrected it to 60-40 for the sake of fairness. "There. Want to read them over one last time before we start?"
"Oh, okay." Syrinx answered, risking giving Set a half-look, before turning back to Osiris. "I- ..okay, yes. Please." She shifted her position so she was on her knees and pushed herself up so she could look at the monopoly box where all the new rules had been written. She liked this, honestly, much better than the old rules. It made more sense to her - hopefully to Osiris too.
"Do you like them? I am okay with them." And by okay it meant she liked them, but she didn't want to express too much approval and make him feel like he had to go with anything she said. She began to read them aloud, glancing up to see if Osiris approved.
About halfway through the list of rules, Set let out a very loud and obvious sound of disapproval. He rolled his eyes and moved over to where they were playing. He sat with them finally, pulling the rules out of her hands with his one good arm. "No, you're doing it wrong." And with said arm, he crossed out the one she had written more recently, wrote a new one, and then handed it back to her. All in a fairly time consuming process, of course. It wasn't easy being angry over menial things with only one arm. "It should be like this. If you're going to play, at least do it the right way!"
About to give his approval, the rules seeming concise and consistent enough to play by without any problems arising during gameplay, Osiris sighed heavily as Set interjected himself into the game. Of course he'd try rewriting the rules, but Osiris knew it was easier to go along with than attempt fighting.
The game may have ended a bit prematurely when Set inevitably flipped the game board after losing all of his property, resulting in the loss of pieces behind the couch (exactly the same as the last time they played.) But in the end there were cookies fresh from the oven to be shared, so Osiris decided it ended rather successfully.