fandomhigh | How to Make a Radchaai Entertainment, Friday

Between the handful of projects that Amaya had taken on recently, when exactly did she find the time to make a tiny armada's worth of tiny Radchaai ships? Don't worry about it. Where there's a will, there's a way. For all anyone knew, she'd actually made them months ago just for funsies and now finally had a good use for them. There were also some surprisingly accurate model Radchaai guns.

And here everyone thought Amaya only watched Radchaai entertainments for the explosions! Although this lesson would definitely cover that, too.

"Today," she announced to the class, as they met in the workshop classroom again, "we work on special effects! Today we're going to work on things like how to make it look convincing to have these ships fly without anyone noticing the strings, how to rig up these guns to shoot convincing lasers, and how to properly explode something," as if there was a way to improperly explode something, "once those lasers hit!"

Which meant that this was going to be a classic Amaya Instructional Ramble class today, because this was a woman who go way too into technical details and explosions, all of which was going to be incredibly handwavey so that the player didn't wind up on some kind of list for excessively googling 'how to make explosions.'

Seivarden could have added her own knowledge of explosives, but she was going to let Amaya shine here. "Let's not forget that there's a story behind the excitement of ships blowing up," she said. "Try to make some time for practicing your scenes too." That was her plan for today, to leave the special effects to Amaya and to make sure the students did an acceptable job as actors, if that was at all possible.

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"Next weekend," Seivarden confirmed. "And falling on her probably did it. But I'm sure you can avoid it getting awkward if you feel it might. I'm going, Amaya is going, and apparently it's some party planet."

"Amaya's going, too?" Tisarwat's eyes, at this point, were never going back to down to a normal side. "And it's a party...planet?"

There was nothing about this that Tisarwat didn't like. Not even the Seivarden part, because, she had to admit, one thing she didn't know about Seivarden was how she might be in a relaxed setting like that, and that alone would be enough for her, even without all the other added bonuses.

"I mean," she laughed a little, her grin gone somewhere between sheepish and pleased, "how could I say no? If anything, I want to be rude."

Yup. Sure. Merely a simple matter of propriety.

"A party planet," Seivarden said. "And yes, Amaya's going too. I'm sure she'll manage to trick me into a drinking competition."

At least she might try, and Seivarden didn't want to get Tisarwat's hopes up on that front.

"I'm glad you're coming along."

"I'm glad to have been invited!" said Tisarwat with a small laugh. "Even if by proxy."

Confused, yes. But also glad.

And then she grinned. "If she insists on having a drinking competition with someone," she offered, "I'll be happy to take that bullet for you."

Which was an interesting choice of words, Tisarwat, because if there was one thing you were definitely not known for, it was your fortitude for alcohol.

That was a terrible idea.

"Have you seen Amaya drink? You would end up throwing up on her."

That should put Tisarwat off the idea.

You were talking to someone who had pissed herself to lure an enemy into thinking she was a worthless, quivering mess of nerves so she could sneak into their ships core and liberate its AI, Seivarden. Not that she would know that, but the slight, thoughtful, considering narrowing of Tisarwat's eyes as she considered how throwing up on a person might be used to her advantage might be slightly concerning.

It was not ideal, of course, but it was important to consider all strategies.

"She's pretty good, then?" she asked, thinking that a week was not nearly enough time to train up her tolerance more, as she looked toward Amaya and considered her fondly. "...I can see that."

That idea hadn't worked out then.

"She is," Seivarden said. "But just so you know, I don't want to carry you home if you pass out."

Meaning that a) passing out was a possibility and b) Amaya wouldn't do it. Which might not be quite true, but it wouldn't be in the way Tisarwat expected.

"Besides, I'm sure Summer would be disappointed. She's really looking forward to this."

Yeah, Tisarwat was not thinking it would be Seivarden carrying her home in this scenario, and it was a very persistent scenario that was going to play a little bit longer in Tisarwat's head before her attention shifted back to the here and now.

"But I don't even know Summer," she pointed out. "Outside of her radio broadcasts and her clumsiness, anyway. You said it's her birthday? Do I bring a present? What does she like?"

Seivarden paused.

"Jello."

That was all she could think about.

Tisarwat's brows furrowed slightly.

"Jello?"

She almost think Seivarden was joking with her if it weren't for the fact that she did actually listen to radio fairly often.

"Oh," she realized, "because she always does a special with jello on her bar nights, right?"

Was Tisarwat thinking she was now going to have to go back through old radio reports to try to parse out something better than jello?

Oh, she definitely was.

"Exactly."

She tried to think about something else.

"Or you could just give her tea, I suppose."

"Well," said Tisarwat, knowing it barely needed to be said to Seivarden, of all people, "you can never go wrong with tea."

But Tisarwat did like to make her gifts a little more than just the obvious, even if she didn't really know Summer at all, and it was still a little confusing why she would have wanted someone she didn't even know at her party.

Maybe something with a bucket? It would be a good call-back, for the apparent event that seemed to have sparked some sort of interest...

"No, you can't," Seivarden said. "And I'm sure Summer can figure out that it's a very appropriate gift."

Having spent enough time around Seivarden.

"If she doesn't," said Tisarwat with a small smile, "then I can only assume it's a failing on your part, Seivarden. She is your friend, after all."

"Oh, you can't blame it all on me," Seivarden said. "You know what people here are like. Summer will understand though. And by the way, I think I was mostly invited so that I could invite you, as I'm a boring old person."

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