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

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♬ 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]

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.

[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.

[graveflowers]

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

[nothingsodivine]

[He hate human meat without throwing up. What do you expect?]

Yeah, remind me not to ever let you see my fridge.

[If he had one. His lease in Manhattan was up when he went to Scotland BEFORE ALL OF THIS STARTED. Still. His fridge was scary.]

[graveflowers]

[Usually she is okay with what other people eat, so long as they don't try to force it on her (which is why she doesn't force vegetarianism on anyone else as a kindness), but stuff like caviar and veal (IT IS A BABY COW!) and any other meat that is a cute baby animal, she can't always hide her distaste for.

Especially fish eggs, apparently.]

I will definitely remind you of that. [A beat.] Where do you even live?

[nothingsodivine]

Used to live in Manhattan. [DING goes the elevator. He reaches over to hold the door closed so she can get out.] Top floor of an old boarding house. My lease ran out about two months before I saddled up with you guys. Hotels ever since.

[graveflowers]

Not that I'm saying anything, but knights have free room and board... [Out she swans.] I'm from California. Probably.

[nothingsodivine]

Ha ha ha. Like no one's ever pulled that one on me. If Wynn ever got me, I'd still be living out on the street. I go where the work is. [And maybe now that he's got his buddies in New Orleans to quit leering at him, he can actually go back.] Manhattan's just a place I stayed. New Orleans was my home. That better part of a year we spent down there was the first time I'd been back since the 80's.

[graveflowers]

Never been. Not that I recall at least. Who knows if I've actually been. Funerals are pretty big there, it's probably happened... [She rubs her head absently.] Which 80's?

[nothingsodivine]

1980's. [He snorts.] Rule of thumb? I barely remember anything before 1920. It's all just kinda hazy.