[log] double meetup bonanza [closed]

[mrcreamsicles]

Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, and the Cat, plus Steph and then Ecks and Castiel
Location: Building 263, then building 254.
Date: Day 246, midday then evening.
Summary: A bird, a crab, and a cat play courier to a super hero and a quilt person. Also, an angel is there.
Warnings: Discussion of/allusion to anomaly murders.

263: A small office building. It's the sort that looks like it should attach to some larger facility, but whatever it might have connected to is long gone. It's two stories: the first contains a small lobby area, a waiting room, and an area for secretaries. Going upstairs reveals a small honeycomb of eerily empty cubicles. There are desks and chairs in each one, but nothing on any desk or placed on any of the cubicle walls. There's one small one-person office in the back that's similarly empty, and two public bathrooms that work, though the water runs cold. On the wall by the desk in the one-person office, a drawing that says "I love you, Daddy!" has been adhered with cat stickers. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO. IF YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE, PLEASE CALL @LELRIC." has been written on a wall.

254: This skyscraper is half-ruined: the top of it has clearly collapsed. Still, it's large enough to work as a landmark, what's left seems stable enough, and the doors still work. Going inside reveals a fairly standard-looking lobby. The marble floors were probably pretty once, but are now dusty and cracked. Any signage indicating what this building was for is long-gone, and instead graffiti speaking of the prophet and eye symbols dot the walls.

The elevator shaft and the door to the stairs both open, but there's no elevator car, so it's best to take the stairs. Most of the doors here are ruined, crushed by rubble and debris and impassable, though there wouldn't be anything of use in crushed floors anyway. The top floor, however, is intact, and stepping in reveals what was probably once a floor for offices, though now everything is empty. There is a symbol of the prophet drawn in red paint on the floor by the door, and then a line that can be followed in one of three directions. Each one leads to one of the three skybridges in this building.

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[mrcreamsicles]

[As Steph settles down, Davesprite follows, slipping off the desk to sit a space away from her and the fire-to-be. He'd rather not get his feathers singed. He can't resist holding his hands up closer once the fire gets going more properly, though. It's fucking cold in this town.]

[He considers a moment, then intones:]

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we burn this book to prevent jizz crust.

[spoileralert]

[ If it didn't physically hurt she'd have kept holding the match. It's nice to be warm-ish for a change.

She chokes laughing. ]

Oh my god, that's perfect. So perfect.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite flashes a grin.]

I aim to please.

[He holds up a closed fist. Give him a bump, Steph.]

[spoileralert]

[ She grins back and gives him a fistbump of solidarity. ]

Sooooo, in other news, how's things? [ Come on now Steph shift the subject real smooth like... ]

How're you and Karkat doing?

[mrcreamsicles]

[Hell yes, fistbump. He looks pleased. His hands return to hovering over the fire thereafter.]

[They also give a telling flinch at the question, if she's looking. He sniffs, casually, and keeps his tone even.]

We're cool. He's good for arguing about dumb stuff and having someone to chatter at.

[Not that it stops him from mumbling to himself. He likes the sound of his own voice, okay.]

[spoileralert]

[ Steph's eyebrows go up. ]

You don't sound very cool.

[mrcreamsicles]

What, is his dork quotient just that high that it cancels out my claim?

[He knows that's not what she means, but dodging is the point.]

[spoileralert]

[ She snorts. ]

Nah, but yours is.

[mrcreamsicles]

[He puts on a mock-pouting look for her.]

Harsh. Totally uncalled for. You know how hard it is for anybody to look cool in snowbo chic?

[The the tiara-sunhat combo on his head is ironic as it can be, but he still looks like he ran through a thrift store and wore whatever got caught on him.]

[spoileralert]

[ Dude it's not ironic, it's just sad. ]

It's even harder for someone to look cool when they're avoiding a subject like the plague.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Don't hate.]

I've got no idea what you're talking about.

[spoileralert]

Really, now you're gonna lie to me?

[mrcreamsicles]

[He had been looking down at what's left at the book. Now he lifts his gaze back to her.]

You want to spit out what you're getting at? Because the way I figure, it's personal.

[spoileralert]

It's obvious something is going on with you and Karkat. And I happen to like both of you jerks, so I'm sticking my nose in. It's what I do.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite shrugs at her, light as anything.]

Okay, but it's still personal, and we're handling it.

[spoileralert]

[ She purses her lips, but finally relents. ]

Good. Make sure you do. 'Cause I'll beat some sense into either or both of you if I need to.

[mrcreamsicles]

[His eyebrows scrunch.]

Why would you need to?

[How much does she actually know about it, he's suddenly wondering.]

[spoileralert]

Because dumb boys ruin good friendships.

[ And you are definitely both dumb boys. ]

[mrcreamsicles]

[Wh... what.]

Look, I know I told you there was that big misunderstanding, but we sorted it out. We figured out where we were fucking up. The rest—we're not going to ruin it over that, alright?

[spoileralert]

"The rest"?

[ That doesn't sound good, Davesprite. ]

[mrcreamsicles]

Personal.

[His lips close tightly.]

[spoileralert]

Dumb.

[mrcreamsicles]

[He spreads his hands.]

Then give me my dunce cap, because I'm not spilling, Steph.

[spoileralert]

Fine.

[ Just for that, she goes back to her backpack and pulls out a roll of stickers. She pulls one off and tries to plant it on his forehead.

It says Excellent! ]

[mrcreamsicles]

[He stays obligingly still, expression neutral, though he's rolling his eyes behind the shades. Okay, sure, why not. But letting her know the problem is Karkat having feelings for him is the last thing he needs.]

Thanks, appreciate it.

[He doesn't even peel it off to read.]