Vault House Mingle Log

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Who: The Borderlands Cast of Region Three's Vault House (+Guests, but do these fucks really have friends?
When: All March Long/Until we make another one
Where: The Vault House
What: Shenanigans
Warnings: M for Blood and Gore, Intense Violence, Mature Humor, Strong Language


Catchall for any and all bullshittery that may crop up behind closed (or not so closed) doors.

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this nerd

[presidentfuckboy]

[some delicious hot codfee]

[The move has been... interesting, and unsurprisingly Rhys spaced a little bit on something very important. Namely, getting his own coffee pot for his room, because after getting used to the availability of that liquid dirt here again, he's kind of extremely dependent on it.

He hasn't been here long, but he definitely doesn't want anyone else to see him slightly disheveled in the morning before he's stirred by enough caffeine to OD an elephant, so he's doing his best to creep into the kitchen and get his fix before anybody else wakes up. Unfortunately, he also has the sneaking abilities of aforementioned elephant.

Needless to say, he will be mortified when he is inevitably caught leaning over the coffee pot with his hair a mess and in his ridiculous binary code print onesie PJs, which are an actual thing he is wearing.]

[OOOONE is the looneliest nuuUUUumber]

[As standoffish as he's trying to seeming to come across, it doesn't take Rhys very many days to venture from being cooped up in his room. Sure, he tries to be subtle about spending more and more time in common areas, but mileage varies. Reviewing some work on his recently TAB-linked palm ECHOprojection in the living room isn't that odd, but maybe his housemates won't necessarily appreciate him lingering a little too long around them as they go about their own business.

At least it may help that he has the bearing of a lost three-legged puppy who wants nothing more out of its sad little life than a companionable friend.]

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[available 4 plotting at fuckweasel and sav's discord server]

My coffee warned me about it.

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[aBetween a bout of not being able to fall asleep, followed by not being able to stay asleep, Angel found herself awake early far too early in the morning. Not that you could tell by her demeanor, or even by her face. A few missed hours of sleep had nothing on the already deep purple marks there.]

[After giving up on the idea of sleeping any longer, she had made her way into the main room rather early, wearing a light blue nightgown and bunny slippers. For a handful of hours, she messed around her TAB, settled comfortably on the couch. It was from there that she watched Rhys silently, a tiny smile on her lips.]

[When watching became too boring, she pushed herself off the couch. She ambled over to him, footsteps silent, and then cleared her throat.]

May I ask where you got those, and if they come in a much smaller size?

[presidentfuckboy]

[There may or may not be a noise that jumps out of his throat at the sound of someone's voice. The hypothetical noise may or may not be soul-crushingly emasculating.

After fumbling with his cup in a just-barely successful attempt not to drop and shatter it, Rhys straightens up and relaxes back against the counter oh so casually. He even takes a sip of... nothing, because the coffeemaker is clearly still brewing, judging by the machine's indication lights.]

Oh, y'know, this little shop in R1. They are really nice for being mass-produced. I could show you sometime.

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[Angel started in the slightest at the sound Rhys made, then quickly clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the giggles that followed. Unfortunately for both of them, the giggles quickly turned into all-out guffaws as he attempted to drink from, judging by the fact that no liquid poured out during his attempt at breaking it, his empty cup.]

[Sorry Rhys.]

[presidentfuckboy]

[Honestly... he is still not awake enough to be insulted. Actually, he starts chuckling too, even if it takes him a few seconds. And look how generous, he extends the cup toward her!]

Want some? So good it'll be gone before you know it.

TWWOOOOO can be as bad as 0ne

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

[Odds are Rhys still spends more time in the common areas than Zer0 does, seeing as Zer0 spends next to no time hanging around the house. Like at all. He spends probably 90% of his time out and about looking for jobs and doing missions, half because he gets bored too easily but also half because this whole living in one place thing is something he's just not used to. Does he even come home to sleep? Does he even need to sleep??

WHO KNOWS. The important thing is that he's sliding in the front door right now after being gone god knows how long, dumping his equipment onto the nearest table and half collapsing onto the couch. After a few seconds he seems to realize that he's not alone in the room, and gives Rhys a little nod in greeting.]

Sorry for the mess. / I'll be out of your way soon, / Just resting a bit.

[presidentfuckboy]

[Realizing he isn't being very subtle (a shocker, really) Rhys shakes his head a few times and tries to look busier.]

Oh, no, you're not in the way! Or... a mess. D-don't worry about it.

[He does have trouble, though, keeping his attention to himself, and after a few glances at the pile of gear in question, he opts to pester Zer0 rather than allow him that rest.]

So... Vault Hunter business?

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

[Zer0 doesn't seem all that bothered by Rhys chatting at him. He leans over to grab his pistol of the table, and starts disassembling it so he can clean it while they chat. Apparently he plans on sticking around for a while.]

Wouldn't quite say that. / I had work on Chioni, / Nothing exciting.

[Apparently saving people from roasting to death is nothing exciting. He fiddles with a piece of his pistol for a second before huffing at it. He hadn't even needed guns, taking them had been pretty pointless.]

[presidentfuckboy]

Right... [Chioni kind of strikes Rhys as similar to Pandora. Desolate, and way too fucking hot and full of things that want to kill you. Not that Vault Hunters found a shortage of things to do there, from what he'd heard, but he doesn't want to dwell too hard on that.

Instead, he continues to fail at the entire concept of self-control and leans in to peer at the gun parts and gesture vaguely at one.] What's that for?

coffee time!

[kickeminthepistons]

[Gaige is a mature, responsible adult. No, really. Unfortunately, she is not a tall adult, so it's understandable where the confusion comes from.]

[However, her stature has caused her some problems. Like, say, not being able to reach the highest shelves in the kitchen. So when someone (Krieg, maybe?) decided to put her breakfast cereal (some sugary mess that probably wasn't made for human consumption) on the highest shelf, this created a problem for her.]

[Whatever. She's an engineer. She's resourceful. And she doesn't care about sneaking around. So here she comes -- hair also a mess, wearing a band t-shirt and PJ pants -- dragging a chair in from the other room. Making so much noise that it's a wonder she hasn't woken everybody else up.]

[It's only after she's grabbed the box and shoved a handful of it in her mouth that she addresses him.] Mornin'. [And then, after she's swallowed it so she's not talking with her mouth full:] Nice PJs.

[presidentfuckboy]

[Well, look at that! Rhys has discovered a new method of waking himself up in the morning that doesn't involve nurturing a drug addiction. It's called dragging a piece of furniture around as loud as humanly possible.

He is not impressed.

However, he is also easily assuaged with compliments. Whether they're sarcastic or not. And he can't tell in this case.]

Thanks.

[He stares at her eating straight from the box for a minute before realizing he's still hovering over the milk jug, which he then motions to push towards her.] Uh, you want some?

some delicious

[fuelthefire]

[While it may be wake-up time for most reasonable, sane people, Krieg is actually just now dragging his ass home from being out all night. What he's been doing is anybody's guess, but he also brings with him a strong aroma of burned flesh, gasoline, and just a hint of blood.

Given his exposed arms and shirtless torso sport quite a few barely-scabbed over scratches and a handful of deeper cuts that are still oozing a bit, the hint of blood scent, at least, makes sense. Probably no one wants to know where the other smells came from.

He wasn't expecting to see Rhys in the common area. Honestly, between the man's apparent introversion and Krieg's tendency to spend about 99% of his waking hours (and quite a few of his sleeping hours, too) away from their tree fort base, he'd practically forgotten the guy existed.]

Good mooooorning, Sunshine!

[Not that that was any reason not to greet him nicely when he finally did see him, of course!]

[presidentfuckboy]

[The weird smell tips Rhys off, but with his sleep-inhibited senses, not quick enough. Only when he hears the approach of what is probably some horrible as of yet unmentioned forest monster that preys on the weak and undeserving does he grab his spoon and brandish it menacingly at the entryway.

He is not exactly relieved to see that his company is the enormous Psycho. Complete with stylish bloodstains. Why did he agree to this, exactly?]

Yyyeah... Y-you too. [Rhys eventually lowers his deadly weapon and stirs his drink while keeping a nervous eye on Krieg.]

You, uh... got a little something on you. Right there.

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[What in the world does this skinny twig man think he's going to accomplish with a spoon? Other than make Krieg laugh, because in that, at least, he's successful.]

PfmnahahahAHAHA! I got a LOT of something on me! Want some?

[He swipes mostly ineffectively at his torso and manages to smear some of the still-damp blood down his front (as well as start a few barely-scabbed over cuts oozing again), and then holds out his hand, palm up, in a very generous offering of blood smears to his hermit roommate.]

Sharing is caring!

[presidentfuckboy]

[Rhys is almost offended at Krieg's mockery of him, but all wounded pride is soon thrown out the window in favor of disgust. After choking on his coffee, he nearly slams the mug onto the counter to free up a hand for steadying himself. The other covers his mouth while he looks absolutely anywhere else in the room and tries not to gag.]

Nope. No, I'm... way good. Really kind of you. No thanks. [Why is this his life.]

this asshole

[fuelthefire]

Arts & Crafts; 20 March
[It's been a strange few weeks, but overall the Vault Crew seems to be settling in to their new situation. The treehouse is a little roomier than the Crimson Raiders base in Sanctuary, and as such there's more room for personalization.

Brilliant fits of inspiration tend to be things that happen to other people, but even Krieg isn't entirely immune to having an idea once in a while. Whether or not this particular one is "brilliant" is hard to say, but it will probably be appreciated by the intended recipient regardless.

Probably.

Krieg has scrounged up a sizeable scrap of heavy cardboard. The edges are pretty rough and it has creases in a couple places, but it's relatively stain-free and the perfect size to hang on someone's bedroom door.

Krieg has also managed to locate a fat black marker.

With these two items, he's seated himself on the floor in the Vault House common area. As far as art projects go, this one isn't particularly complicated or involved, and will only take about five minutes start to finish, tops, but a lot can happen in five minutes' time, so here we are.

Anyone who wants to peek at his work will see him carefully inscribing the words "INVISIBL ASSHOLE" on the cardboard.

Feel free to comment on his spelling or apparent inability to write in lowercase letters or what have you. This is a heartfelt gift for his buddy Zer0, though, so try not to be too mean. :')]

THIS INVISIBL ASSHOLE

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[As it just so happens, the invisible asshole himself is strolling through the front door RIGHT NOW. Only he's not invisible. Not right now, anyway. He is pretty quiet though. That counts.

The idea of Krieg sitting still for any amount of time is all but unheard of. The fact that he's also not screaming about poop trains or nipple sweaters or whatever is equally unusual, so this whole situation immediately gets Zer0's attention. After dropping whatever equipment he'd brought in with him off by the door, he crosses the room towards Krieg and his fancy art project. Upon noticing that said art project did not seem to consist of meat, Zer0 was even more puzzled, and by the time he reaches Krieg he's got one of his holographic question marks hovering in front of his faceplate.]

Busy?

wow, what an asshole!

[fuelthefire]

[He does not hear Zer0's approach, so when his skinny assassin buddy speaks up as if from nowhere, Krieg twitches in surprise and looks up into glowing red question marks. He doesn't acknowledge the fact that Zer0 startled him, choosing instead to simply skip straight to answering his question.]

Not anymoooooore!

[He caps the marker, spins his masterpiece so that the text is facing Zer0, and picks it up to shove in his face show him. He's the spitting image of a proud little kid showing off his artwork to his parent. Or he would be, if the proud little kid were like, six and a half feet tall and made of muscles and rage.]

It's a warning label!

assholes assholes everywhere

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

[Dude, personal space. Zer0 has to step back a bit just so he can see what Krieg is shoving at him. He's kind of used to this sort of thing from Krieg by now though, so hey, no biggie.

And this sign is kind of the best thing ever. He chuckles, flashing Krieg a ":D" and clapping his hands together. NICE A+ very approval, the Invisibl Assholes signs were like the second best part of Pandora. The first best part was blowing up people's heads, but they can't really do that here.]

Oh, this is perfect. / What are you doing with it? / Hanging it somewhere?

[fuelthefire]

[If Krieg had the ability to flash a responding ":D" face, he absolutely would right now. As it is, his grin is hidden under his mask, but an observant person might be able to pick out the expression anyway by looking at his one visible eye. Today is a good day.]

It's for the assassin's door!

4/2, closed to presidentfuckboy

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[As days gave way to weeks, so to did Angel's weakness give way to strength. No longer did she hobble about like an injured baby bird. Though her pace was sometimes slow and her movements a bit uncoordinated it was clear that she was finally beginning to shed the weakness that had clung to her troubled form in her first few months in this strange system.]

[Naturally, the best way to celebrate it was with a walk.]

[It was closer to sunset by the time Angel emerged, clad in a sundress and tennis shoes. She quickly made for the door, a clear skip in her step. Just as she reached the door, however, the siren turned her head and realized she wasn't alone. Feeling that it might be rude to simply slide out without a word, she turned to the business man, head tilting to the side.]

Rhys? [Her head tiled to the side.] I am about to go out on a walk. Would you like to join me?

[presidentfuckboy]

[Ever the workaholic, Rhys takes no notice of Angel even through his arm's translucent display. And had she not referred to him by name, he would never assume that she was inviting him along. Nature? Exercise? Who does she think he is?

That face is difficult to say no to, though, and he supposes he can take his work with him anywhere. For now, he flips his TAB off and rises from the table with a stretch.]

I guess I can spare a few minutes to be your big, strong escort. [No, wait, that didn't come out right...] Your... tall companion.

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[Though he corrected himself quick enough to avoid a comment, Rhys would still receive a response from Angel in the form of a small titter of laughter. She clapped a hand over her mouth all the same, hoping that her little display wouldn't put her "tall companion" off of their walk.]

If you're too busy, you don't have to go. You know that, right?

[presidentfuckboy]

[It isn't her laughter that disturbs Rhys -- he's mostly grateful she doesn't actually call him on it -- but her hesitation. He almost tells her not to make it weirder than it needs to be, but he doesn't want to make her more self-conscious. That would just be cruel.]

I've got plenty of time. I'm just messin' with you.

[Just to encourage her and lighten the mood further, he moves to the entryway and gestures dramatically at it with both arms.] Shall we?

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I should considered myself honored then.

[Angel opened the door and set to clambering down the ladder. Perhaps it wasn't the most ladylike venture, especially considering the fact that there were stairs nearby, this trip was meant to test her limits.]

[Ladder-climbing was clearly the best way to push herself.]

[Upon touching down on the ground, she looked left, then right, before heading straight for a trail that led further into the woods.]

Coming?