chicago ♔ something wrong | with all the plans of my life

[rationalizes]

♬ Killing Loneliness - HIM

WHO || Failboat + Burt [Closed]
WHAT || Various and sundry post-funeral shenanigans
WHERE || Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 6, evening.
HOW || Actionspam

[ This log will cover all events that take place between the funeral and the NOVA Record break-in two nights later, that weren't hit on during the live session. Feel free to make your own threads! ]

Comments

[graveflowers]

Fleet week always reels 'em in.

[notaroundme]

That is...the understatement of the century.

[A bit of bitterness creeps back into her voice, but at least she doesn't look fucking depressed.]

Honestly, I'm glad I have something else to focus on, or I would probably be dwelling.

[LOL Elena you were totally dwelling til literally 5 seconds ago, stop that.]

[nosdacariad]

Actually... I think that's exactly how it works. Good point. [ he looks over the tombs with a frown ] So what kind of destiny is so... morbid? Or do you not want to talk about it?

[nothingsodivine]

It helps you've got good taste in music, too. And you didn't run screamin' when I told you that you're pretty much facing down hell with no fire extinguisher back there.

[graveflowers]

[She nods gravely like he is making such good points. The reality that if there was running it would have been her running (possibly screaming) face first into Hell, of a fashion, she doubts is lost on either of them.] Yeah, I'd want to hang out with me too, gosh I'm such good company. And pretty too.

[nothingsodivine]

[He reaches over and ruffles her hair as they reach the elevator, wheezing out a laugh.] Knock it off, Buttercup. You idiots don't realize how stressful it is to be the most confident guy in the room all the damn time.

[rationalizes]

I can't claim to know anything about how you must be feeling... I don't even know anyone who's uncovered something about themselves so, er, personal, from their time on the other side.

[graveflowers]

[omg Uncle Jesse stahp. She bats his hand away goodnaturedly, as is instinct.] I dunno, Archer's pretty damn confident. I think you might be able to take a few days off. Maybe a long weekend, a long weekend and a couple days off, we'll just throw Burt in the room.

[watcherjunior]

[ She dusts the remaining dirt from her hands before standing. ] One girl in the whole wide world, chosen to fight vampires, demons, and the assorted things that go bump in the night.

[nothingsodivine]

Archer's only confident 'cause his brain is too small to process anything bigger than bravado. I'm confident, because I don't give a shit. Burt's got chutzpah, so long as Myri doesn't scare him under a table. I'll gladly let him fill in. [Sliiding into the elevator.]

[graveflowers]

I'll arrange it. I'm good at arrangements. [And now she has all this free time to be useless, so. But speaking of. She taps the button for their floor with her knuckle.] I liked your speech, by the way, thanks.

[nothingsodivine]

[He tenses a bit and leans against the back wall.] I made it up on the spot. I wasn't lying when I said I had a guy write something.

[graveflowers]

Well, I'm glad you burned it. It was beautiful.

[nothingsodivine]

[Yeeeeah. He was doing a lot better with this conversation when it was about music. He goes silent and nods a thank you before dropping his gaze to the elevator floor.]

[graveflowers]

[Welcome to life with a friend (Are they friends? She should double check.) with the attention span of a crack addled monkey on speed. And ecstacy. ADHD is fun. It also is the reason she can change subjects on a dime. Especially when they have, seemingly, nothing to do with each other.]

Do you think room service can hook me up with some cotton candy? The grocery store is like... far away and I don't feel like wondering if I need a babysitter to leave.

[nothingsodivine]

[He paws at his face.] If Archer can get imported caviar, you can get cotton candy.

[A beat] And if he asks who ate it, I don't know anything about it.

[nosdacariad]

Just one? But there's like... lots of people who do that kind of thing, aren't there?

[luthir]

I'm certain it will only be for this one night. Hopefully, Blade will be required to continue with his ... tour soon, and depart again.

[starfucker]

[ well he's just gonna sliiiide right over and offer a hand, all smooth-like. ] Burt Becksworth, NOVA Records.

[graveflowers]

Uh-huh. And what if he doesn't? What if he mysteriously cancels the rest of his tour because he has... nodes or something and decides to recover in Chicago. Am I just never going to leave the hotel then? [She's actually trying pretty hard not to be angry specifically with him, but... she is.] You remember that feeling helpless is exactly what those nightmares are, right? What do you think I feel right now.

[graveflowers]

That's gross. Like really, that is super gross. That's like fish fetus. [Oh, she just made herself gag.]

[bigbad]

Don't worry. There are a lot more tasty things than you out there.

[Not that Spike's... tasted around... but Buffy smells really delicious.]

[watcherjunior]

Not where I'm from. The job--the destiny thing came with powers. But it looks like coming here, those are gone. Destiny sentence commuted.

[nosdacariad]

What about the powers?

[luthir]

Unfortunately, there are always going to come times where we're asked to be patient, to sit back and let others take the forward charge, and that sense of helplessness is always a temptation in those hours. But it can be fought down - mastered - and if it's something he means to take advantage of in you, then it's mastering it you must learn, not avoiding it.