[log] Kitty Kat [open/closed]

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Characters: Stephen Strange, Peter Quill, Davesprite, Karkat Vantas, and the Cat formerly known as Kitty Kitty Bang Bang
Location: Building 122
Date: Evening/Night 270
Summary: A chance meeting by night
Warnings: References to torture; psychological reactions to traumatic experiences

[122: This A-frame house consists of one large empty room and a sealed door that seems like it should lead to a basement, although there's currently no way to open it up and see. A penis has been drawn on a corner of the wall in some sweet-smelling dried white substance, as well as "suck it". Below the words, "you first" is written in pen. "It is a two dimensional drawing. It cannot be sucked." is written below as well, in neat block letters. On the wall in blue ink is written "This is Building 105 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath is a fairly accurate map showing the house in relation to the south and east snow walls, the gas station, the convenience store, the chapel, the vet's office, and buildings 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 93, 97, 99, 101, 102, 104, 105, 106, 108, 109, 111, 112, 113, 115, 116, 117, 119, 120, and 121. The snow wall is labeled "Snow wall." The gas station is labeled "Gas station; clean water, working toilet." The convenience store is labeled "Convenience store, food available; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The chapel is labeled "UNSAFE, DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The vet's office is labeled "Presumably unsafe, DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT."]

Comments

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And cheat on her?

[Okay, he was rich, but he lived in New York. A single car was already a huge luxury, let alone one like that. He rolls a shoulder in a shrug. It's weird; he still looks back on that part of his life with longing sometimes; but it's so far from who he is anymore.]

Rich enough to get complacent.

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[Eh, Peter can get that. He loves his Milano. A shrug.]

What's the most stupidly rich thing you've ever done? Throw bags of money at hobos and made them fight? Caused a hobo war? Bet on each side with your rich, pipe-smoking friends and until the ultimate hobo rises alone and alive from the slaughtered hordes, like a hobo Highlander? There can be only one?

[...his mind goes weird places sometimes.]

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[Stephen can't hold in his huff of laughter at that.]

You make me sound like the Monopoly guy or something.

[The Monopoly guy started hobo wars, right?]

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Are you the monopoly guy? Because he's got a sweet suit and hat and stuff.

Come on, man. You gotta have stories.

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[Stephen gives a little half-shrug with one shoulder. He wasn't that rich, the gesture seems to say.]

I mean, there was the time I paid a fifteen hundred dollars for a cocktail.

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WAS THAT COCKTAIL MADE OF DIAMONDS WHAT THE HELL

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It...had a diamond in it....

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...did you get to keep the diamond...?

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Well, yeah. I'm not going to pay that much money to rent a diamond.

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Right. Right, of course, naturally. And do you also wear solid gold socks and eat caviar for breakfast and—and have a butler to feed you in your diamond-encrusted mansion—that’s probably haunted, let’s be real, by a Countess who died mysteriously before she was to be married. She appears to you in a dream—solve the mystery of her death, set her free. You do, and share a ghostly kiss. Turns out, you find her descendant, who looks exactly like her. In a bookstore. But you don’t approach—why? You can’t, her husband is right there.

You have to let her go.

It’s bittersweet.

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[It was a penthouse overlooking the heart of the city, but it might as well have been a diamond-encrusted mansion for how much it had cost. Stephen doesn't get a chance to correct Peter, though, before he's rolled right on past any semblance of reality and into an even more bizarre vision of wealth than the whole hobo highlander thing that started them talking about the monopoly guy. Stephen shuts his mouth and listens, eyebrows creeping upward and mouth quirked at the corner, until Peter seems to be done for the moment.]

She was a duchess, actually. But we'll always have that night in dream Paris.

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Man. Being that rich must be awesome. Hot ghosts aside.

[Peter’s spent most of his life stealing stuff, and spending units as fast as he got them. He’d been motivated by money for a long time. It sounds like a dream come true.]

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It had its perks, yeah. I'm not going to pretend I never miss it.

[He could go on about how he's grown as a person. How his life is richer now that he can see beyond his own nose. That doesn't lend itself, though, to fantasies of diamond-filled cocktails to take their minds away from this place for a little while.]