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Dec 11, 2011 20:30

Never liked this tradition. I mean, I'd rather not take orders from a plant. Seriously, just...

[ - annnnd, some subsequent mumbling, as well as the words - you know it's a parasite are articulately audible but not much else before the device turns off. ]

[ ooc/accosting reference: Arthur today will have been in order - getting coffee, ( Read more... )

→ic, →whose dream is this anyway?, →they don't pay me enough for this, →sad arfur in snow, ⚂ polychromatic (game), →killjoy

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duplicitas December 12 2011, 01:40:37 UTC

[ natasha herself had gone to get her coffee--black, scorching hot--and was on her way out as arthur was coming in. ]

Hello, Arthur.

specifics December 12 2011, 01:46:49 UTC

[ Recognizing her of course, Arthur pauses while pushing the door shut behind him (the slight wind having made it just sort of hang open otherwise) and smiles at her slightly. Suffice to say his eyes do dart toward the ceiling once, but the vicious destroyer of worlds (mistletoe) has yet to make an appearance. So he relaxes, somewhat. ] Hey. [ A glance at her coffee, ] Going to work, or...?

[ Small talk, something people think Arthur doesn't care for but that's not it at all. He's just discriminating as to who he has small talk with. ]

duplicitas December 12 2011, 01:50:12 UTC

[ natasha herself typically isn't one for small talk, but she makes exceptions in certain cases. she likes knowing about people, finding out what makes them tick, and sometimes a little small talk now makes discovering that later much easier. ]

Errands. I've finally a whole free day to get things done.

[ and of course it's the day that fate chooses to unleash mistletoe upon the world and utterly inconvenience her. she hasn't managed to get through a single store without someone's lips getting in her way. it's beyond irritating. ]

Yourself?

specifics December 12 2011, 01:58:49 UTC

Errands before my shift, [ he nods, dusting the sleeves of his coat off absently, the snow still in its curiously powdered stage rather than anything actually substantial. ] Casino, [ is the clarification for himself, having no reason to hide it, and he slips his gloves off to stuff in his pockets, side-stepping from the door to make way for other patrons. ]

You working for Stark still...or, again? [ His eyes crinkle slightly with the question, remembering she mentioned having been in his employment prior to arriving. ]

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audio; zombiefree December 12 2011, 01:47:42 UTC

[Wichita's still wandering around, though now she's trolling the airwaves as she does it. Because what better way to get to know the people of the city than to bug them over the phone?]

I don't think it's really like taking orders from a plant. Unless you can hear them talking to you. [Her smile is aaabsolutely heard in her voice.] Are the plants trying to tell you what to do?

audio; specifics December 12 2011, 01:50:39 UTC

[ There is a Truly Unsettled Pause here, because if there's anything more disturbing than being compelled to play tonsil hockey with strangers it's the literal idea of a Talking Plant getting him to do so. Um. Wichita - 1, Arthur - negative 5. What even.

Still, he clears his throat and his response is wry enough: ]

Not yet they aren't. Lucky me.

You don't sound too bothered by it either way.

audio; zombiefree December 12 2011, 02:17:02 UTC

Bothered by what, people hanging mistletoe everywhere? [Someone doesn't 100% get that this is a curse yet.] It's a little weird, but I'm not going to let it bother me.

Then again, I'm not the one that thinks they're going to start bossing people around. [SNERK.]

audio; specifics December 12 2011, 02:26:53 UTC

It's not people that're hanging it up. It just grows where you stand. Unless you're alone, I guess.

Strong argument for staying inside today.

[ Pause. ]

You must still be new.

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[action] char_he_mcgee December 12 2011, 01:56:56 UTC

[Oh, jesus. Oh, why did she have to run out of cat food today? She was perfectly content to stay at home but Hypnos needed food. So, here is Charlie, trying to hurry through a crowd only to slip on ice and start to fall. God hates her, doesn't he?]

[action] LMLDJFLSJ CAT FOOD SOB ;3; C-charlie you and me both 8X specifics December 12 2011, 02:04:22 UTC

[ Arthur is not a people person but Arthur has an underpinning of not-a-complete-asshole in him too as a general rule. So when he sees someone about to take an unfortunate fall on an icy patch and he happens to be in reasonable distance, he does the natural thing: darts forward to help. This means he has a hand caught at the girl's elbow and one braced at her back. ]

I'd say 'walk don't run' but I can understand the rush today. [ It's a mild humor as he adds, ] You okay?

[action] it was pretty much the only reason to leave the house today after all the kissing char_he_mcgee December 12 2011, 02:08:45 UTC

Jesus. [Charlie is mid-swear when Arthur catches her. She was so tempted to melt the ice all on her own but Arthur was a stranger and therefor her general rule of NO FIRE IN FRONT OF NEW FACES was top priority. Instead, she rights herself and steps away from the ice patch. Completely unaware of the mistletoe growing over her and Arthur's head.]

I'm perfectly alright. Testing gravity. It works just perfectly. We're all relatively safe and won't go floating at random any time soon.

[action] FOR THE GREATER GOOD or....so the cat would say maybe... :x specifics December 12 2011, 02:17:38 UTC

[ Though he does not know it of course, Arthur is fortunate for Charlie holding to her rule since although he's seen enough things - today's compulsions included - to acclimate his sensibilities, Sudden Not Traditional Fire isn't exactly something he'd be able to discount. The comment on gravity makes him laugh for a moment, more a chuckle really as he makes sure she has steady footing again before letting his hand leave her back.

The other at the crook of her elbow stays in a polite curl however and he's just realizing their partition of the sidewalk is barely beneath an awning - the perfect locale for evil to root - when it actually happens. Then there's the truly inexplicable urge to lean in and kiss her.

So he does, mouth angling against hers because the mistletoe isn't offering him any loopholes of cheek-kisses or whatever. That said, at the moment it's fine. The effect is immediate and deep and for the instant, Arthur wants to kiss her even if he honestly does not know why, given his preferences. ]

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text; oneminutemaze December 12 2011, 02:12:42 UTC

Just kissed a pterosaur. Is this curse over yet?

text; specifics December 12 2011, 02:21:38 UTC

What? How? Isn't she over ten feet tall?

text; oneminutemaze December 12 2011, 02:25:22 UTC

She nudged the side of my face with her beak so I kissed the tip of it. And yeah, I think she's about 12 feet.

text; specifics December 12 2011, 02:29:16 UTC

I see.

Well it's a Sunday. The likelihood of the curse extending beyond the usual 24 hours is low.

[ HIS ATTEMPT TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER... ]

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action; spinorfall December 12 2011, 02:42:45 UTC

[Dom has avoided leaving the house today after seeing everything on the network.

He's been avoiding leaving his room.

But he's starving. And in desperate need for a drink. Sleep has been coming less and less for Dom. Without dreams, what is the point? There isn't any true rest.

He knows he looks horrible. But it would pass...eventually.

Dom blames that on why he doesn't see Arthur until it's too late, colliding into him.]

I--

action; specifics December 12 2011, 02:59:53 UTC

[ Dom looks terrible. Bluntly put. And Arthur has a more accurate and thorough scale for what Dom's version of terrible ought to be than most, which only makes him more concerned. The PASIV is all but complete but they haven't run any tests yet and Arthur won't let Dom be the guinea pig. What he needs is rest and he can't dream even inside the dream which is as much of a perplexity as anything, but worse, it means he has to go cold turkey and Arthur has seen cold turkey for other things. It's never good; it's always bad. But this is something he doesn't have words for. It's something he can't explicitly help Dom with and Arthur's rationality fights with a deeply rooted desire to try anyway ( ... )

action; spinorfall December 12 2011, 04:10:24 UTC

I don't need sleep, Arthur.

I need dreams.

[He gives Arthur a wan smile, moving to clap a hand gently on the other's neck. It's a playful condescension. Come now, Arthur. Dom can still look beautiful half-strung out and dead. You've seen it before.]

Remind me to explain the necessity of REM on the body's functional systems.

[He can't remember if Arthur knows. It hasn't ever been a necessity for him to know. He's the only one who allowed himself to become this addicted to the drug that it completely wiped his ability to dream, otherwise.

A week--maybe more, maybe less. It's all he has to make it through, still.]

action; specifics December 12 2011, 06:00:45 UTC

[ Arthur understands the necessity of it but he also knows that moving around as if he's not rest deprived won't help Dom either. All the same, he simply nods, jaw tight with something unhappy. There's a spark in Dom that has never utterly died or Dom would have died with it; Arthur recognizes this, it's what drew him to him initially other than the actual entanglement with the Dreamshare in the military. He was a charismatic magnet and his dreams were things that promised to open you up and remake what you thought you knew. Arthur who had, from a young age been a very lucid dreamer, had reveled in Dom's innovation, in his admitted brilliance not just in building but in theory. And Dom, had, yes, been beautiful, though perhaps no more so than when he and Mal were engrossed with each other, Mal's fingertips playing some silent sonata across Dom's cotton clad shoulder in the half-dying light of late afternoon ( ... )

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