The Fortress, Sarah's London, Saturday

Aug 29, 2015 15:51

It had been decided Sarah wasn't going to the picnic. By Sarah. Because she felt she got the best quality decisions when she made them all by herself. New kids could just as well meet her during office hours next week. She wasn't portaling back and forth for that. Or the free food, even ( Read more... )

people: jenny/she-force, people: sparkle, people: don/timebomb, people: atton rand, where: london

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suitablyheroic August 29 2015, 12:55:29 UTC
Atton was still under the delusion that he'd been the only one asking Sparks here, so he was looking just a little twitchy as he approached.

Bad week. The second, yeah. He was going to give up being miserable for lent, or something.

"So you didn't miss much," he called.

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electrocynic August 29 2015, 13:07:52 UTC
Sarah, on he other hand, did not look twitchy. But maybe that was because she was still coasting along the 'not at a retreat anymore, fuck yeah' stream of residual happiness.

"That so? Well colour me shocked."

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myownface August 29 2015, 14:29:40 UTC
And Sparkle... well, for his part, he mostly just looked amused as he made his way to the pair of them. Because for free drinks and portal fare, after the voicemails he'd gotten from either of them? How could he not?

Sparkle's life was exploding around him again, so help him, and he was going to take his chuckles where he could find them.

"What are we shocked about?"

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suitablyheroic August 29 2015, 16:42:11 UTC
"The welcome picnic," Atton said, casting a glance in Sparkle's direction. "Same old, same old."

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Sometime way, way later... suitablyheroic August 30 2015, 14:51:56 UTC
There had been drinks. Then there had been more drinks. Then there'd been some asshole called Devlin, apparently, after which there had been more drinks.

Atton wasn't sure who'd brought out the karaoke set, beyond the fact that it wasn't him. But space, watching a bunch of superheroes bouncing around excitedly to the latest by Lady somethingsomething was definitely... something.

"I should go again," he muttered into his glass. "Should I go again?"

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Re: Sometime way, way later... electrocynic August 30 2015, 15:25:48 UTC
Sarah was eyeing her actual colleagues with something between contempt and confusion. Whatever this was, it usually never happened.

Or did it?

She hadn't exactly been here a lot on Saturday nights in the past few... years. Couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing. "Prob'ly," she mumbled, shrugging and leaning back in her seat. "Indulge."

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Re: Sometime way, way later... myownface August 30 2015, 15:29:24 UTC
"If you go again, it'll keep me from requesting some Gilbert and Sullivan," Sparkle added, grinning crookedly. "Nobody wants that, right? Save us, Atton. Save us all."

Nothing was going to stop him from requesting Gilbert and Sullivan, for the record.

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Re: Sometime way, way later... suitablyheroic August 30 2015, 15:44:44 UTC
Atton grabbed his latest shot of whiskey and downed it. "Fine, fine," he said, "I'll, uh, get something poppy."

He was not going to get something poppy. He'd hit the melancholy downswing of his usual drunken repertoire; he just hadn't realized it.

In his defense, he stuck with the poppy idea right up until he'd managed to stumble up to the track listing and spotted the Metallica tracks. He snagged the microphone and moved somewhat unsteadily onto the...

... yeah, okay, they didn't have a stage. The place where the thing was. "So I'm gonna dedicate this one to the, uh, the dead."

Yeah, this would be fantastic, really.

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