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]

You gonna elaborate or can I just imagine you know the magical talking badger from Narnia? [Her eyebrows lift a little, though she is pleased, in a strange way, that he's willing to help her. Self-esteem issues? Nah.]

[nothingsodivine]

You can imagine whatever the hell you want. I know a ton of people. [Except the person he's thinking of, in particular, is only slightly better than a magical talking badger.

He awkwardly pats her on the shoulder and jerks his thumb back towards the hotel.] But get Fran on it first. That's why she gets paid the big bucks.

[graveflowers]

You're pretty good at this logic and sanity stuff, old man. Mind if I keep you around for a while?

[That endearment might have just stuck forever, sorry boo. Also Vi broships Des and Trufflehunter now -- the badger makes a good meal...]

[nothingsodivine]

You've only got an eternity or until I find that goddamned talisman, which at the rate we're going might take an eternity. [He turns to walk back towards the hotel.] And now that I'm over my urge to strangle Kat with her laptop charger, let's hoof it back before they send a search party.

[graveflowers]

Fair deal. [She turns back and follows.] Last time I disappeared Myri almost broke down Luthir's door, I don't want to give her a heart attack.

[nothingsodivine]

Yeah, that little slip'll blow away in a light breeze. Don't give her anything else to stress about. [Oh hey, look at that 22 wis check to figure out what you meant by that...] So you and the elf were- Y'know what. Never mind. I'll draw my own conclusions.

[graveflowers]

Multiple conclusions. [DO YOU SEE WHAT SHE DID JUST THERE.]

[nothingsodivine]

That good, huh. [HE DID. HE SCORED HIGH ON THAT WIS CHECK TOO. MOTHER OF FUCK, VI. His deadpan snark can only do so much to cover the grimacing.]

[graveflowers]

[Poor lamb. This is better than depression at least, momentary lull!] Well he is like two hundred... Anyway. [Yeah, she is taking pity and changing the subject because she is a doll.] Myri's tough, it'll take more than a breeze to blow that girl away. Maybe a gale force hurricane, but I doubt that too.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des rolls his eyes. He's snickering though.] Yeah, I know. She and her Backstreet Boy are tougher than us all.

[graveflowers]

Backstreet Boys are my jam. [She is really serious ok. Don't forget that she is 26 so that was literally the theme music of her young adulthood. DON'T DIS HER JAM.] You just need to get on this level.

[nothingsodivine]

I am on Johnny Cash's level and I plan on staying there for the next quarter century. And possibly forever. Everything might be in dubstep then and I ain't touching that.

[graveflowers]

I can appreciate Johnny Cash. I do love a nice ballad about... prison. [Her pop culture check always fails at the best time so with her seven all she knows is Folsom Prison.] What about Nancy Sinatra?

[nothingsodivine]

Let's just say "My Baby Shot Me Down" has had a lot more unfortunate implications since the concert. [HE IS JUST SAYING.]

[graveflowers]

Wow, I would have just gone for the classic "These Boots are Made for Walking" but you had to go and just ruin it for me, didn't you? Okay. [She makes a face, RUDE.] Bad Company? Oh! Al Green. Everyone love Al Green, "Let's Stay Together" is a classic. Captain and Tennille? ...maybe not Captain and Tennille, scratch that one. Um... B.B. King. That man and Lucille are a match made in heaven.

[nothingsodivine]

[He gives her blank looks for most of those. It's not that he hasn't heard of them. That's just... terrible.] Oh, B.B. King. Now you're talkin' my language. I love the blues. Billie Holiday- now there's a dame with a set of pipes.

[graveflowers]

[Blame her dad for her absurd taste in music okay, this is what happens with Elvis impersonators.]

I used to practice swordfighting to Etta James. I had a whole soundtrack on my iPod.

[nothingsodivine]

Nice. [He nods his approval.] I don't even own an iPod.

[He really is an old man.]

[graveflowers]

Oh sweetie. We'll work on that. [She glances over and smiles, mouthing "thanks". She needed to relax for a hot second.]

[nothingsodivine]

You can try. [He winks at her back. You know, the friendly life-affirming wink. Not the sexy kind.]

[graveflowers]

I'm Roman. And you have actually lived through my predecesors so you, of all people, should realize just how stubborn Romans are.

[You're getting an iPod, Des.]

[nothingsodivine]

That a fact. You ever meet a Celt?

[ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED.]

[graveflowers]

No. [Someone apparently remembers the stories she learned. (Wis 21) That someone is also seriously impressed.] Seriously? Some of the most hardcore gladiators were Celts. Legit, if Romans are like Marines, Celts are like... fucking Navy SEALs.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des says something in what can only be considered Celtic, but it's archaic and has a more guttural Welsh sound. And despite his southern accent and generally weird grasp of the English language, it sounds flawless. Once he's finished, he shrugs.]

Too bad none of them ever went willingly. [He's surprisingly good-humored about this.] Your people and my people weren't exactly fast friends in the day.

[graveflowers]

Yeeeeah. My people don't exactly have the cleanest hands -- hell, half our own army was conscripted or slaves. Still is, kind of, for people like me, after a while it's not a choice but a necessity. [Which is not the point so she just pushes on.] You gonna hold it against me?