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]

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?

[nothingsodivine]

I can barely remember what I had for breakfast last Tuesday, much less Rome in its glory days. [He pulls the front door to the hotel open for her.] I tap out after a couple centuries for grudges.

[graveflowers]

[omg gentleman.] Good. 'cause I'm pretty sure I need you on Team Don't Let Vi Make Bad Life Choices. [She pauses just over the threshold.] Are you coming up or are you gonna hang here for a little while longer?

[nothingsodivine]

Eh, I'm done brooding about my car for awhile. [He blows a lock of his fluffy hair out of his face.] We'll see how it goes when I see Tex again.

[graveflowers]

I was about to say I couldn't believe she'd murder your car with a truck but then I remembered we're pretty much talking about John McClane. [Which Vi likes about her, honestly, but she can see why it would get... bothersome. Especially if it was your car being slaughtered.]

[nothingsodivine]

Exactly. I don't consider her incapable of any kind of meaningless destruction.

[KAT SAMCELOT: HUMAN DISASTER.]

[graveflowers]

Did it work, whatever she was trying to achieve?

[nothingsodivine]

Dunno. I only got "there was a giant worm and they needed help" out of her explanation. They're not worm chow, so I guess it worked.

[graveflowers]

[Her dumbfounded expression. Is so nonplussed and bemused. What the actual fuck happened in that graveyard?] Giant... worm... okay.

[nothingsodivine]

You think that was bad? We got a doppelganger. And a dame with claws. [He mimes slashing with his hands.]

[graveflowers]

[STILL DUMBFOUNDED. Though the claws don't seem to bother her because she just shrugs.] Doppelwhater? Isn't that the weather thing?

[Uh-huh, she means the Doppler Rader. Wee lamb.]