What If It Happened To You On a Different Day? ☆ Ricky Potts x reader

She's What The World Needs!

"... Why?"

Ocean asked, a little frightened and annoyed.

"Alas, if you only hadn't burned those three questions right at the top..."

Ocean walks up to him
"Is just that, when you tie the room together, I think-"

Her eyes darted around the room for a millisecond before she grabbed Constance’s arm

"Constance is going to seem a natural choice for that!"

"Really, you want me to go first?"
Constance asked with a spark of hope in her voice. This made my blood boil in annoyance. Why is Ocean like that??

"If you insist...- Mister Whatever, Constance and I are going to tradesies!"

"No tradesies."
Karnak answered flatly, which made me grin faintly.
I can feel Ocean’s glare and look down, frowning a bit.

She looks back at Karnak.
"Well I’m happy about that, actually. Sure, I’ll go first. I just want to say two
things… First, I don’t know how it is in your culture, but in ours, playing games where peoples’ lives are on the table? Super illegal. Second, so inspirational.
That a man encased in a literal box has learned to think outside of it."

Ocean then steps closer to a lever, which was the same we used to get our fortunes read.
As she pulls it, it's like Karnak activated or something.

"Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg, born December 22nd, Capricorn, the ambitious nature. Favorite ride: the Bumper Cars."
Jane and I randomly started walking away to the back. Oh, right. Against our will again.
This made me confused.
We both put on some weird, hippie clothes and walked back to the center of that stage/warehouse...
Sitting on the floor, Jane and I just stare at each other for a few seconds until she starts fidgeting with a few things that are on the floor.

Ocean walks up to us and tries to get our attention. I wanna look at her but I can't.
"Ocean was born into a family of far left of center humanists who moved to Northern Saskatchewan to live a carbon-free lifestyle. The hemp needle-point sign above the household’s toilet read: “If it’s yellow let it mellow, if it's brown… scoop it out with your hand and put it in the compost.""

She starts circling us, and I start to feel bad. She always wants attention, but now I know it's different.
I'm not sure if she's doing this against her will too, but it makes me feel bad...

"Yet in between all the drum circles, Marxist parables, and cheese sandwiches made of almond milk, Ocean could never shake the feeling she was the white sheep of her family."
We walk away, grabbing all of our stuff except for an album. Did Jane forget to get it?
Whatever.
We take our costumes off, but I'm still listening to Ocean’s story carefully.

"It was only at the age of eight, when she found amongst her parents' record collection an album called “Up with People”… the cloying positivity of this pro capitalist gaggle of teen crooners brought tears to her eyes. Perhaps the peppiest thing Halliburton has ever produced."

Ocean drops the album and happily walks up to the middle again.
"High school president, straight A student, Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg… the most successful girl in town."

She smiles and looks around.
"She's going to start a speech, isn't she...?"
I groan

"Judges, student body, colleagues, friends, ominous novelty machine… I had a speech prepared for this very occasion, but I simply cannot read it."

She rips a piece of paper, and Mischa looks at Noel, and I.

"How could she have speech for this??"
We both shrug as Ocean continues.
She walks up to Constance, who is sitting by Jane.