[log] norfinbury metalhead convention [closed]

[phaseshifter]

Characters: Angel, Stein and Rhys
Location: building 58, later 130 (the pharmacy)
Date: Evening 77 - night 78. Not 88. I can type I swear to god
Summary: Team Bandit and Stein accidentally cross paths for an extended meeting of the 'There Is Literally Metal In My Skull Isn't That Neato' Club.
Warnings: Stein and AI!Handsome Jack in one log so. Potentially a buncha stuff?? IDK will edit if necessary!



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evening 78;

[phaseshifter]

[ After arriving at the pharmacy, it's naturally time to ransack the place. Angel is growing to really enjoy this sort of thing - she never quite got why the vault hunters used to go nutso over grabbing All The Loot back home, but now she definitely understands the appeal.

The first thing she finds is a bottle of pills - not more of House's, but something called eszopiclone? Nothing she recognises, anyway. She'll have to ask one of the doctors what they're for. Still, they're bound to be useful for something, so they go straight into her backpack.

It doesn't take long for her to find something else. A small box, tucked away at the back of a cupboard. Neato. Angel reaches out for it, holds it up so she can check out what it is, and-- ]

Oh my god.

[ After a small hesitation, she stuffs the box into her bag and attempts to look like she isn't blushing like a tool. SHE FAILS AT THE LAST BIT. ]

sinner

[headjacked]

[ Rhys, meanwhile, is rummaging around with his back to Angel, and only turns around after her impassioned ohmygod-ing. Even then, he doesn't have a clear shot of what she's tucking into her backpack.

With a reaction like that, it can only be good. He sneaks around her side, trying to catch a glimpse. He's smiling like the idiot he is. ]

What?? What is it?

[phaseshifter]

NO.

[ Angel clutches her backpack to her chest, then thinks better of things and holds it behind her back instead. Much better for avoiding a tug-o-war if Rhys feels particularly like a five-year-old today. ]

I was - it's none of your business. Nose out!

[headjacked]

...wait, what?

[ This is... unusually defensive for Angel. He does react like a five-year-old, but a hurt five-year-old, not a petulant one. Puppy dog eyes. ]

None of my business? Seriously?

[phaseshifter]

Yes! Seriously!

[ There is. No way of saying INVISIBLE DAD WILL EXPLODE without alerting said intangible father or Dr. Stitches, is there. God why are secrets such a pain in the butt!! ]

It's [shhhhhhuffling sideways] a secret! Or a surprise or something - just drop it.

[headjacked]

Uhhhh...

[ Nnnnnope, he still doesn't seem to be getting it, if those knit, troubled eyebrows are any indication. ]

Have I pissed you off lately? Somehow? Because I clearly didn't realize but -- h-hey, whatever I did, I'm sorry?

[phaseshifter]

Oh my god Rhys.

[ FRICK THOSE GOSHDARN EYEBROWS. FRICK THEM TO HECKIE. She's going to have to take the risk and hope invisidad isn't watching, isn't she.

Subtly.

Yeah. ]

Trust me when I tell you that you -[point] - do not - [FRANTIC HEADSHAKING] - want to know what is - [SELFSTRANGLING MOTIONS] - in my bag.

[ And she finishes by miming shooting herself in the side of the head. JUST IN CASE. ]

[headjacked]

I don't?

[ Slow... glacial... comprehension...

Oh.

OH...

His eyebrows go up this time. No less impressive and 100% more understanding. ]

Ohhh, I don't. I. Sorry.

[phaseshifter]

You doof. As though I wouldn't let you know immediately if you'd pis-- if you'd annoyed me! So we could fix things up like the reasonable adults that we are.

[ Reasonable adults who steal medication bUT HEY SHUSH ]

Geez. Have you found anything interesting?

[headjacked]

S-sure, I... I found more --

[ The petty part of him reacts by realizing that, hey, if Angel is keeping secrets, maybe it's okay for him to!!





but




he's bad at it. ]

...pens?

[phaseshifter]

[ Angel stares flatly, without blinking, for at least a good ten seconds. ]

 

 

Do you want to trade bags so we can both peek really fast?

[headjacked]

[ ...tempting. But. ]

My eyes are tainted, now and forever. You know that.

B-but I'll be straight with you. I mean, you haven't given me a reason NOT to be.

[ Rhys sighs, shrugs his backpack off, and, after a bit of rooting around, unearths not one, but TWO bottles of Vicodin. ]

[phaseshifter]

[ There's a sharp intake of breath as Angel realises the TERRIBLE SIN that Rhys has committed. OHHHH. ]

Dude.

He's going to be maaaaaaad.

[headjacked]

He's already mad! And it still doesn't equate to the bullcr... bullshit he put me through!

...right?

[ DEEP BREATH ]

Go big or go home!

[phaseshifter]

Oh, absolutely! I wasn't trying to dissuade you or anything. You could steal all his drugs forever and it wouldn't make up for him being such a - an asshole.

You've got my backing on this. Not... that you need it, but. You know.

Day 77, building 58 - wanders in a week late without even bringing starbucks

[circumsutus]

[For a treck down to the ice tunnels, this is the place to be. It's not much of a place, sure, and the whole building creaks and groans ominously under the weight of snow as the roof threatens to give out at any time, but it's a shelter, and it's lasted this long.

Stein is already inside the house, supplies spread out in a pile on the living room floor as he takes inventory, still bundled up in layers of coat and blanket (and stylish blanket-hat).

The door creaks open, accompanied by unsettling amounts of similar noises from the roof, and Stein looks up to see who it is, then waves.]

Hey.