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

[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.]

[nothingsodivine]

Doppelganger. Shapeshifter. Ask Spike about it. It's a real riot watching the faces he makes.

[graveflowers]

Will do. [Reality? Probably not.] With a camera for posterity.

[nothingsodivine]

[In a mock British accent.] It took his face, Vi.

[graveflowers]

[She snickers.] Did he need a fainting couch?

[nothingsodivine]

No, he just wanted to chase it down and tear it apart like a good little attack dog. Myri talked him down.

[graveflowers]

That's the route he took? I would have picked a different path but, hey, I'm super at bad plans.

[nothingsodivine]

On one hand, I don't blame him. On the other, we were pretty much boned either way. Covert ops ain't this team's style. Especially when the worst member of the team is a covert operative.

[graveflowers]

I don't think we could even attempt covert considering part of the mission was shoving Finnick into stardom. [She shrugs like what are y'gonna do? and grabs an apple from the basket on the reception desk.]

[nothingsodivine]

I could. I talked myself out of getting arrested. I can bullshit my way out of anything. [He shrugs, grabbing an apple as well, because, hey, food. He chomps down on it and speaks with half his mouth full.] But I ain't a part of this team. Fluffy and I are just caught up in this mess.

[graveflowers]

[Adorable.] You've been caught up in this mess longer than I've been in this world. Deal with it, bud, if I'm part of this team then so are you.

[nothingsodivine]

Technically, I've been caught up in this mess since before you were born. Me and that talisman have got a history. [He rolls his eyes.] I'm not a Knight, though. Wynn only wishes.

[graveflowers]

[Why are half the men in her life really fucking old? She's like one more clumsy accident from turning into Bella Swan, age complex and all.]

We could use you, I can see why he wishes.

[nothingsodivine]

Use me for what. [He scoffs and takes another bite of his apple.] I can put a puzzle together. I'm good with a mystery. But Wynn's not after me for my deductive skills. I'm old and I'm smart, but I forget more than I remember. He just likes relics.

[graveflowers]

Probably needs the company, I guess. I know why I'd keep you around, but. [She shrugs, rolling her apple around in her hands.] I doubt I could sway you with fleet week and my glowing company. I'm not all that stellar at the sell, pretty sure Jade said she'd think about it to shut me up.

[nothingsodivine]

You're not so bad. [Another shrug as he swallows- this one accompanied by a grin.]

[graveflowers]

Fleet week always reels 'em in.

[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.

[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.

[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.