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hellhounds

Back to Boston

Jul 27, 2005 23:10

Portals, man. Always gotta have that head-twisty stomach-turny thing that you never quite get used to because it's never exactly the same. At least this time I didn't puke on arriving, like I did in that one dimension - the one with all the shellfish. But then, shellfish and I have never really gotten along. (My brother puts shrimp on pizza. ( Read more... )

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kara_marie July 28 2005, 06:30:04 UTC

The chick responsible for the majority of said crap isn't expecting to see Tucker Wells.

He's supposed to be -

"Tucker Wells!" And moments like this she wishes he had a middle name (that she knew of). "You're totally supposed to be at the Mall!"

hellhounds July 28 2005, 06:41:54 UTC

Tucker's supposed to be at the mall? Wow, the alternate version isn't just femme, he's a teenage girl. Or, wait, maybe that was the cover story for the alternate dimension trip? Whatever.

Tucker shrugs at the girl and grins. "Plans change." Names would be good here. Why can't everyone wear nametags just in case their alternatwin shows up and needs to know who the fuck everyone is?

kara_marie July 28 2005, 06:51:30 UTC

Plans change?

What sort of explanation is that? Tucker had already said that these were the sort of non-changing, cannot get out of this, no three rolls of the dice sort of plans.

And he's grinning at her in a way she doesn't much like.

"Don't smile at me like that, Tucker Wells."

Why doesn't he have a last name. She should make one up. Tucker... Dennis Wells? No. Tucker... Hmmm.

hellhounds July 28 2005, 06:54:33 UTC

Hot chick, possibly underage - does she live in this house? Is alternaTucker shacking up with... no, there was something about Warren. Not that there couldn't be a group thing happening here - and she does kind of look at him in that way...

"How should I smile at you?"

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i_warren July 28 2005, 15:51:42 UTC

Warren has been moping. You've never seen mope like Warren does mope. Shaving had been nil, but he's finally just gotten around to it.

Passing Kara's room (dabbing a still bleeding knick on his chin), he happens to overhear...voice. One high; feminine. Kara (or possibly Andrew). One distinctly male. Not Andrew. As Kara ducks out for herbal tea as promised, Warren glances curiously in.

And grins.

"Sweet," he laughs, leaning against the door frame. "What did they do, move time forward or something? How long have you been back? Did Kara attack you at the door?"

Because why else wouldn't he come for Warren first?

Warren is getting a text message he doesn't answer yet. Too bad. It's from Tucker.

hellhounds July 28 2005, 20:57:59 UTC

For some reason, Tucker remembers the time he saw that one movie with Kathy Bates where she put that block of wood between the guy's ankles and hit his foot with a hammer. He shakes it off. No way does this teeny blonde chick resemble Kathy Bates.

Still, she's a little intense, and that "fake Tucker" comment made him nervous, so he's kinda glad when she steps out of the room to get tea.

Warren's appearance in the doorway sparks a twinge of homesickness in his belly. He knows it's not "his" Warren - his Warren is back in his own dimension and has probably given up on Tucker and shacked up with Katrina by now (and if he ever catches them together the bitch is going to die) - but it's still Warren. Familiar.

"Hey!" he says, sitting up. "There was an accident with a concussion beam. They sent me home."

i_warren July 28 2005, 21:07:07 UTC

Warren blinks, confused. He looks like most people when they're trying to do math in their head. Not Warren when's he's doing math in his head, because that looks like most people plotting evil or having an orgasm or plotting an evil orgasm.

"W... Really? When was this? Is that why you called me mom?"

Because that texting session was awfully recent. Warren's not sure Tucker would get a private jet. Even with a head injury. Warren's not sure it's safe to fly with a head injury. But Warren is no Dr. Jonathan R. Meyers. He doesn't even play one on TV.

However, if Tucker is here, then who's texting him now? Warren's about to answer his sidekick, but whatever Tucker has to say (in person) gets precedence.

hellhounds July 28 2005, 21:29:02 UTC

"I called you Mom?!" Tucker stares at Warren. That's it. It's official. This dimension's Tucker is Too Fucked Up. The cross-dressing and mall trips could be overlooked, but calling Warren "Mom" is just twisted.

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hellhounds July 29 2005, 03:53:25 UTC

"Are the one who...?" Warren looks at Tucker oddly. Heh. Guess alternaTucker told a tale or two. His mouth twists into a grin, despite his attempts to stop it. Good times, good times.

"Probably," admits Tucker lightly. "Look, I'm kinda stuck. I can't get back to my home dimension. Thought I'd come hang out for a bit. So, we're going to Vegas?"

i_warren July 29 2005, 04:27:42 UTC

"I'm going to Vegas," Warren argues.

His heart isn't entirely in it. Can't get home? That... Sucks isn't a strong enough word. Under normal circumstances...

Hey, Warren let Andrew crash.

"This is such a bad time," Warren grouses to himself.

Did Tucker know, somehow? About the badness? Urge to kill: rising.

hellhounds July 29 2005, 04:38:16 UTC

"Oh, are you and Amy...? I mean, I don't want to intrude on a special weekend," Tucker's still grinning, but there's a hard edge to it now. Tucker's not going to let Warren cheat on Tucker with anyone but himself. Which doesn't count, technically, because he's the same person.

i_warren July 29 2005, 04:45:22 UTC

"Fuck you, you know it's not like that!"

Although...Warren's not sure how this Tucker would know. But he should. If he's worth his...Tuckerness.

"She's trying to cheer me up, I think. Also not like that."

And there's still the possibility she's trying to bump him off.

And it counts. It? Counts.

"Because I missed you."

What a sad, pathetic bear this Warren is today.

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