TWENTY : [action] Tear the love inside that binds me

[wristsniper]

[Olivier tends to notice things more than most. It doesn't escape her notice that businesses seem to be closing for to day, and that flags seem to be everywhere... even that there's barbecues and family outings going on among the drone population

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[steel_massifail]

[[I AM COMING TO KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR

WE NEED TO TALK

A LOT

can you come answer the door please]]

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[wristsniper]

[IN THE KITCHEN.

IGNORING WORLD.

TRY MOAR.]

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[steel_massifail]

[[LOUD BANGING]]

Olivier! I want to talk to you! It's me, Massimo!

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[wristsniper]

[It's fortunate no one is around to see the glare she gives the door.

She gets up, adjusting the blade at her hip, and approaches the source of her annoyance. There's not a move made to open the door--in fact, she places a foot in front of it, should he decide to try to come in--but she presses her back against the doorframe.

Her voice is low, dangerous, but somehow she sounds slightly far away.]

What do you want?

[buildstherobots]

[Dist is, for once, inside during the day today, and he frowns a bit when he sees Olivier in the kitchen.]

I've never seen you drink before.

[wristsniper]

[She looks up at him for a moment.]

I drink as much as anyone.

I didn't think you were here.

[buildstherobots]

[Shrug.]

It's apparently a holiday; I have nowhere else to be, and the Kaiser doesn't need maintenance.

Did you lose someone?

[The question is surprisingly tactful, at least as tactful as someone like Dist can be.

[wristsniper]

[She gives him an eyebrow and pours herself a little more drink.]

Why would you think that?

[badend_replay]

[ A grouchy Rika is knocking at the door, holding a little container or cutely decorated cookies. ]

Miiii~. Is Olivier home~? I came to visit~.

[ Though her voice is still cutesy. No sense scaring the other house members if they come to get the door. ]

Should I be worried?

[wristsniper]

[Olivier is in the kitchen, having another glass of questionable beverage! There's a knock at the door, and as she's already dealt with two people, a third shouldn't be that big of a deal.

Right?

She gets up, unlocks the door, and opens it just enough to show her face.]

Can I help you?

Not unless you with hold information?

[badend_replay]

Hello! It is Rika!
And cookies!

[ She holds up the container so Olivier can see the cutesy cookie decorations. ]

I came to appreciate Olivier being a military lady!

ogod.

[wristsniper]

[She looks at the cookies. Hrm. Cookies.]

Thank you, Rika. Would you like to come have some... [Not booze!] Lemonade?

[weaponsparked]

[Maybe today would be a bad day to throw a rock at the Evil Overlady's House...]

[Nah, of course not. He'll do it anyawy.]

[wristsniper]

[Guess who is ignoring you!]

[weaponsparked]

[Brilliant! More time to throw rocks!]

[wristsniper]

[Maybe that vein in her temple twitches a bit, but... still ignoring. DAMN NEIGHBORHOOD HOODLUM DRONE KIDS. :|]

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[braided_icarus]

[And have Ed returning early from school in realizing it was closed for the day. Trudging in and dumping his backpack by the front door and kicking off his shoes with a small pout/scowl. He may or may not have been a little more evasive and moody from increased frustration at being left in the dark over events back home. Pauses and blinks at seeing her sitting and drinking. And flowers. Wut. Sentimental Armstrong? Did the world freeze over?]

...Major General?

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[wristsniper]

[World did not freeze over! You have, in fact, only seen the scary side of this classy dame.

She sees him enter, and the alcohol and glass are whisked under the table quickly. She stands, moving to put them over on the counter so she can stand in front of them.]

No school?

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[braided_icarus]

Apparently not. Something about a Memorial Day.

[Which. Ed had no idea about, but the glasses and scent of alcohol in the air can't be completely masked. He won't comment though, simply going to the fridge for a drink.]

....Dammit. Why only milk....?

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[wristsniper]

[Olivier moves in front of the bottle once more, just to keep up appearances.]

I could make lemonade if you're desperate.