@anoasisinawasteland‘s fic request “if you could do anything about
Team Legends - being domestic/arguing on the ship… - going on a vacation and
wrecking havoc, being the adorable, nerdy fuck ups. Time Mum and Dad being
disappointed but also joining in on the fun. - Gideon’s pov over the team. Like
a day in the life of Gideon and how she sees and reacts to the team” (LoT
i’m so sorry it took so long ! i’ve been swamped with work and stuff and i was hesitating between writing this and a gideon’s pov fic. - the latter will definitely happen at some point, because I absolutely love the idea.
hopefully you’ll like it!
“This is a bad idea.”
Jax shared an eye roll with Sara, both groaning
loudly. From where he was leaning against Rip’s office doorframe, Ray frowned,
miffed, while Nate pouted at his feet, his arms crossed in petulance. Amaya
threw them a look before turning to Mick, the latter responding to her cocked
eyebrow with a low grumble. Martin, unlike the others, didn’t seem undeterred
nor peeved by the Time Master’s constant pessimism.
“Have a bit of faith, Captain,” Martin insisted, his
grin hopeful. Rip responded by cocking an eyebrow, his expression unmoved, “We
arse all responsible adults, aren’t we?”
“I beg to differ,” Rip muttered, gaze darting from one
person to the other.
so through pure crazy happenstance, my entire 4-person ESO dungeon crew was on at the same time, and we decided to run Blackheart, which we hadn’t sucessfully done yet (ran it once with 3 people: healer, tank, squishy DPS. did not end well.).but our less squishy dps rogue was on so we tried again.
and had ZERO problems until we hit the final boss, Blackheart himself, who is apparently only supposed to use his “unavoidable pounce that turns you into a mostly useless skeleton for 20 seconds” attack on the tank. and he was using it on EVERYONE. there was a point where our tank was the only one NOT turned into a useless skeleton, and it seemed to last a LOT longer than 20 seconds (plus he would pounce again the second you turned back, before you even got to your feet. and it can’t be blocked or dodged.)
his swarming ads (dumb little skeleton archers are only supposed to spawn for six at a time but we were easily getting 10 or more. I caught like 7 in a well timed ultimate attack of a stun/dot bubble and there were still at least three fucking about, not counting teammates that were skeletized.
we wiped. twice. and then we tried a trick we saw online: there’s a spot on the map where there’s a rock just off the beach, and the ads will all try to swarm you there and cluster up tight enough to be easily dispatched with a couple of aoe attacks, buying several minutes to hack away at the boss unhindered. awesome. let’s try that.
except that’s not what happened.the boss tried to use the teleport-pounce to skeletize our healer, who was on the only spot for a good ten feet in every direction where he could STAND while the rest of us were swimming nearby.
he teleported and never came back.
schrodinger’s boss got stuck outside the game boundaries, neither alive nor dead. and no amount ofwaiting or leaving the dungeon and coming back in would fix it.
Having a concert scheduled on his birthday was the best
thing Jongdae could have wished for. All his members were together, he got to
surround himself with his fans, and he was doing the thing he loved to do. The
only thing missing from his special day was you.
While he was on tour in Japan, you were back at home by
Arriving back at his dressing room, Jongdae moved to his
corner and started stripping out of his stage costume. The concert had been
amazing, one of the best memories of his life, but he was eager to just go to
dinner with his members and then head back to the hotel to sleep. In the
morning, he would be heading back to celebrate his birthday properly with you.
“Are we heading straight to the restaurant hyung?” Chanyeol
asked as he pulled his oversized hoodie over his head.
Across the room, Junmyeon shook his head. “We’re going to
wash up back at the hotel first and then head to the restaurant,” he explained,
checking his phone.
Jongdae hung up his final costume on the rail and fell into
a chair at the long table, rummaging in his bag for his phone. “Hyung, we can
go straight to the restaurant. We don’t have to go back to the hotel first,” he
reasoned, checking his phone for texts from you. But there was nothing after
the ‘happy birthday’ you sent that
“Hyung! It’s your birthday!” Sehun exclaimed, stuffing
everything into his bag haphazardly. “You didn’t want us to get you any
presents, the least we can do is turn up not smelling.”
“And I’m not sitting next to Chanyeol when he smells like
that,” Baekhyun added, artfully dodging the sweaty towel sent flying his way.
Rolling his eyes, Jongdae stowed his phone away with a
little sigh. “Ok, ok! But can we all hurry up? I’m starving!” he whined, lying
his head on his bag with his hands on his stomach.