[log] a guy like you should wear a warning [closed]

[plundering]

Characters: Fiona and Alfie!
Location Building 56
Date: Night 143
Summary: Dumb criminals hanging out.
Warnings: Will edit as needed!

[Even with detours to search houses, Fiona makes it to their meeting place long before Alfie does. She is tempted to steal the hot water for herself, but for once she decides to be generous and hold off, busying herself with checking out the trapdoor in the closet instead. Shockingly, she makes no progress, and by the time her tablet is flashing the usual lockdown warning, she's lounging on the bed, her back against the headboard and boots kicked off as she nibbles on some carrot sticks. They're half frozen and the sort of disappointing flavorless things that come from the school, but they're better than half the stuff at the convenience store. When the door opens, she looks up, her smile already teasing.]

Took you long enough.

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[devoutish]

Longer walk for me.

[And she's already claimed the bed, because of course she has. (It's no actual loss; he'd been planning to give it to her anyway.) He sets his things down by the door, stripping off his coat.]

I'll take the bath tonight, you'll take it in the morning?

[plundering]

Excuses. But sure, deal.

[devoutish]

I'll be sure to fly next time, won't I.

[He takes off the trash bag that he wears under his coat, and sits on the floor to remove his boots and start drying off his feet with paper towels.]

Sling still holding up all right?

[plundering]

[Fiona grins, setting her tablet aside and leaning forward.]

Yep. The skinned teddy bear holds up pretty great. Makes me look intimidating too, huh?

[devoutish]

Get a look at it from a distance, and it could pass for a skinned animal.

[plundering]

That's what I'll tell everyone, then, as long as they don't get too close.

[devoutish]

[He tosses her a bit of a grin, carefully folding the paper towel - it's not dirty enough to be thrown away yet - and tucking it back into one of his little plastic baggies.]

Fiona, the fearsome hunter of Norfinbury?

[plundering]

Hey, I need some sort of reputation, right?

[devoutish]

[In response, he takes a black top hat out of his bag - it's not exactly like the one he's wearing, but it's close - and tosses it to her.]

[plundering]

[Fiona manages to catch it—incredibly awkwardly, hugging it against her chest with one hand, but she manages—and then raises her eyebrows at him.]

Expanding your collection?

[devoutish]

I found it last night. Thought I'd snatch it up before somebody else did, yeah? Can't have the entire town dressing like me.

[plundering]

Not sure the entire town could pull it off.

[That's totally a compliment, and she's taking off her hat to put on the top hat.]

[devoutish]

With their modern clothes and puffy coats? Absolutely not, no.

[He gathers up various toiletries that he's collected - one of his towels, a bar of soap, a razor, bottles of conditioner and baby powder - and stands, heading for the bathroom door.]

Looks good on you, though.

Day 144

[plundering]

[Fiona's doing better today. Relatively speaking, anyway. She can't fully relax with the Joker still wandering around and Watson apparently getting part of his ear cut off, but things certainly turned out far better than she'd hoped, and it's nice to still have Alfie around. He makes her laugh, and she's in desperate need of it. That's why, when she found a terrible trashy novel in one of the houses on the way over, she picked it up. It's about some British queen, which seems fitting, and while Fiona is waiting, she parks herself on the couch. By the time Alfie arrives, she'll be reading it, eyebrows raised and a smirk on her face.]

[devoutish]

[Alfie doesn't plan to spend much time in the house - he's here because it's a warm place for her to wait, and therefore a good place to meet. He sweeps through the door and immediately spots her on the couch... and, of course, he has to comment on that expression on her face.]

Anything good?

[plundering]

Yeah, pretty good.

[She glances up at him, angling the cover for him to see.]

I'm reading up on your country's history.

[devoutish]

[He perches his glasses on his nose to look at the title, then snorts. Fiona.]

Fucking hell. About a queen, really?

[plundering]

[She's grinning.]

Queen Victoria. Really into corsets, apparently.

[devoutish]

Very creative uses of them, I'm sure. Where did you find this?

[And why are you actually reading it? Girl.]

[plundering]

A house pretty close to the one we stayed in last night. You know, for all your talk of appropriate conduct, this queen of yours was pretty filthy.

OH WAIT this is supposed to take place in 48? oops I was assuming it was 51

[devoutish]

My talk of appropriate conduct is for your benefit. I'm trying to protect your virtue.

[But his tone is clearly teasing.]

OH SORRY YEAH whoops

[plundering]

[She's laughing at that.]

Protecting my virtue. Good luck.

[And she's holding up the book again.]

Queen Victoria didn't seem very concerned about her virtue.

[devoutish]

[He sits down on the other end of the couch, pulling his towel a little more snugly around his shoulders.]

Pornography about the queen. Now I've fucking seen it all.

[plundering]

[She drops the book in his lap, still open.]

Blushing, Alfie?

[devoutish]

[He's looking at her, not the book.]

I don't know, am I?

[He's not. Sorry, Fiona.]