maybe you're not the worst thing ever

[bloodbathing]

Who: Leonard L. Church and Agents Maine, North Dakota, South Dakota, and Washington. open to visitors with cr!
When: post-Freelancer meeting though the end of October
Where: ______ Suites, Unit 5
What: MINGLE LOG! settling in with friends, former enemies, and some guy who just can't get away.
Warnings: canon-typical language


It could be worse.

There are four bedrooms, private bathrooms, a living area, a kitchen, and excellent plumbing. They have food, medicine, ammo, and enough lubrication to keep things running smoothly for a long time. Each room has a door. Each door has a working lock.

It could be much worse.

And yet, they all keep meeting in the middle.

Comments

Fight fight, kiss kiss

[whosthemonsternow]

Muffled yelling can be heard from the room South and Maine have started sharing, loud angry sounds barely toned down by shut door.

"It's just one pair of boots and a few clothes!" South yells as the door rips open and things start flying out in the common area.

She muscles out to grab the clothes and boot that landed outside the door, chucking them back in the room with another loud, irritated scream. More things come flinging out and she just grabs at it all, trying frantically to throw it back into the room with minimal success.

"Fucking quit, you're making it a bigger mess!" She shouts again, glaring at the doorway.

this is totally open for spectators btw

[bloodbathing]

From within the room comes a deep growl and more clothes. And more. And more.

Bullshit it was a 'few' clothes. And Maine's not making a bigger mess: he's getting the mess out. Like hell is he going to put up with tripping over shit first thing in the morning. He hasn't even had his breakfast.

Between the lack of food and the hot tempers of those involved, it's a recipe for disaster. And, judging by the way Maine's catching the items South retrieves and throwing them right back at her, it probably won't be ending any time soon.

(Good morning, suitemates.)

Re: this is totally open for spectators btw

[whosthemonsternow]

"I swear to fucking god!" She lets out as she grabs as much of the stuff up and marches to throw it from closer to the door.

It's not a lot! She's had way messier, and she only has a fraction of the stuff she's had before. How can it be such a big deal? Sure. Maybe a bra can get tangled around toes when you're getting out of bed and trying to walk across the floor, could be a tripping hazard. But that's why you pick your feet up instead of shuffling!

"If you'd stick to the path I made, you'd be fine!" She insists. Because that's obviously the answer. Stick to a tiny cleared out trail, totally fine.

Calling for Church

[a_shadow]

Tex arrives early in the day, carrying a pac-disk and a small wooden box. There seems to be a lot of commotion as the residents of the suite make themselves at home, but Tex doesn't seem ruffled in the least. She simply inquires of whoever's nearby which room among the four belongs to Church and knocks. When she doesn't get an answer she shoots a quick message off to his communicator—where are you, you turd? I'm at your room—and lets herself in. This makes things a little easier anyway. Placing an item from the pac-disk is a little bit of a process, and not having someone around to muck it up is preferable.

Inside, she has a couple of items in storage that she'd selected to give to him. First, a large fake aquarium with electronic hologram fish swimming around inside, something they were given as a gift fairly recently and which neither of them had ever cared for. Then, she selects a large novelty ceramic coffee mug that is stored inside the pac-disc, one that could be used in place of the carafe if one really cared to set the machine up that way. She sets these items on display near the front of the room, then exits again.

Until Church arrives, she sits down at the table, opening her little wooden box and taking out a chocolate wafer.

[fuckai]

He hates this. He hates this a lot. He'd wanted to stay away from Freelancers, not move in with them. Especially not when the Freelancers he was suddenly surrounded by were South Dakota, North Dakota, Maine, and Washington. But, North is a cheating, manipulative asshole, and Church can't say no to Theta. Theta, who made it seem like this was the only place that Church would actually feel safe being.

This is unfair, and he hates it.

Which is why he's been... avoiding... being in this stupid suite set-up. Why he's been sulking around nearby parts of the station, why he's avoiding whatever stupid meetings and get-togethers North is trying to force on everyone. At least, you know, until his communicator buzzes once. Then twice. Then again as it tries to let him know he has a missed message. He grumbles, fishes it out of his pocket, glances at the text and-- perfect. Fucking perfect. Just add to the invasion of the Freelancers!

He has half a mind to just not respond and not go, and even manages to follow that line of thinking for about thirty seconds. But then he realizes that standing Tex up in any way is a practice that really only ends in pain, and he's sick and tired of blowing through bodies. And this is a nice one. He'd like to keep this one.

So, a few minutes after that message was sent, Church is sulking his way back into the common area, hands shoved moodily into his pockets and a scowl on his face. He'd been all set to bitch Tex out for summoning him back for some stupid reason, but once he's through the door and face to face with an aquarium, he's uh. A little distracted.

"... what the hell is this?"

[a_shadow]

It's been long enough since she summoned Church that she'd been about to shoot off a message to the effect that she gives up on him, but he stomped in shortly before she'd been about to pull out her communicator.

"It's a room decoration, what do you think?" she replies to his question. She stands and joins him at his bedroom door, holding her pac-disk and her box, stacked between her hands. "I figured it would help cheer things up in here."

She doesn't mention the part about how she and Daniel had had it in storage ever since it had been given to them.

morning of october 18th - OTA!

[bloodbathing]

In the living area, Maine is disassembling an assault rifle that he unquestionably did not have when they appeared in Avagi. In fact, he didn't even have it when he arrived in Thisavrou. This particular firearm hasn't been in Agent Maine's possession since he found the Brute Shot. He could only carry so many weapons on that mission, and like hell was he passing up the Brute Shot.

But there's no doubt in Maine's mind that this is indeed the rifle he left behind. How does he know? Well, there are many others like it ... but this one is his.

Don't question the bond between Maine and his weapons.

Exactly how Maine reacquired said weapon is a mystery, even to him. But that's not stopping him from happily stripping it down and giving it a very thorough cleaning.

hits this like a very delayed wrecking ball

[fuckai]

He'd been hoping to sneak his newly found gift back to his room without anyone noticing, but. Well. What Church hopes to do and what actually happen don't often go hand in hand. In fact, he would argue that they never do, and today sure as shit isn't any different.

So, after poking his head through the doorway and seeing Maine set down and looking real comfy with his gun parts in organized little piles around him, Church has two options. He could just turn around and leave, or he could say fuck it and walk right in. And as much as there is something churning uneasily at the bottom of his stomach, seeing Maine in such close proximity to a weapon, there's his own little bit of metal on his back giving him some really superficial courage.

So, he walks the rest of the way in, hooks his thumb in the strap of his sniper, and raises his eyebrows at the gun Maine is messing with. "Well this is bullshit. I doubt you did anything to deserve a visit from the gun fairy."

❤

[bloodbathing]

When Maine looks up at his newest suitemate, he appears utterly unaffected by the complaining. After all, Church managed to complain about pancakes. In Maine's mind, a man who will complain about pancakes is a man who will complain about anything.

However, his impassive expression changes when he spots the firearm on Church's back. First, he looks surprised. Then, he looks intrigued. He's no sniper himself, and he's not an expert on their rifles, but he's seen enough of North and Wyoming's weaponry to recognize the weapon at a glance.

"Sniper?" he asks Church — completely ignoring the complaints, of course — and he actually sounds somewhat impressed.

NEVER HAVE I EVER

[bloodbathing]

[ There's booze. There's a strict 'no weapons' policy for the night. There's been a whole lot of drama, trauma, and super-intense conversations. Clearly, a drinking game is in order. ]

(( post each new statement / confession as a response to this comment! thread drinking and reactions under each statement. HAVE FUN! ))

[bloodbathing]

[ Y'know how each statement is supposed to start with "never have I ever"? Yeah, Maine's not doing that part. ]

Ridden a bike.

[whosthemonsternow]

[South stares so hard before taking her drink]

You've never ridden a bike? Whaaaat!

[a_shadow]

[ Tex starts to bring her drink to her lips, then pauses. ]

Like, a kid's bike? Or does a motorcycle count?

[infailtration]

[ York drinks, considering Maine when he lowers his glass again. ]

If motorcycles count, we need to fix that.

[sightsset]

[North sits in the circle, watching the drink in his hand.]

Alright, here's one.

[He levels a look at everybody in the room, and it's a dangerous one. He knows he has at least one of you beat.]

Never have I ever been blackout drunk.

[bloodbathing]

[ ... Fuck.

[ He squints at North and takes a drink. ]

[a_shadow]

I've made some other people black out when I was drunk, does that count?

[infailtration]

[ Blackout drunk? Sometimes his memories were fuzzy but there's never been any time missing, that he can recall. He's gotten pretty sick a few times off shit made on ships, though. ]

Probably a few close calls...

[startpoint]

[ Carolina looks at the people in the circle carefully, considering her options and then- ]

Never have I ever lost at paintball.

[ That's right, she's calling all of you out. ]

[bloodbathing]

[ Ahhh, and there's the memory of that sting. Wasn't even that long ago, for him.

[ He makes a face and drinks. ]

[whosthemonsternow]

[South's done a lot so it takes her a while before she comes up with]

Never have I ever...eaten a bug...on purpose...after the age of 18.

[a_shadow]

[ Tex hasn't had many of the experiences that everyone's listed so far, not having been born a human, nor having had a childhood or typical experience being recruited into the army. When they get around to her in the circle she studies her glass for a moment, where she's holding it on her bent knee, and bounces it just a little. She does know part of the point of the game is the 'gotcha' aspect of it, the fact that she's supposed to remain still while forcing everyone else to drink. So she doesn't want to name something she has done just because she wants to down her shot.

The fact that she's thought of something to say will be apparent by the way her smirk grows. ]

Never have I ever...

[ ... dramatic pause... ]

...believed in Santa Claus.

[bloodbathing]

[ By the time Maine's turn comes around again, he's had A Few. And he's finding it a little challenging to come up with things that a.) don't skirt close to Shit He Doesn't Talk About, and b.) he hasn't done while partying. He frowns at his glass for a moment, trying to think of dares or bets or anything that he has turned down while plastered....

[ ... Hah. ]

One night stand.

[startpoint]

[ Okay, Carolina is feeling pretty good right now. She's had a few drinks, enough to loosen her up enough that she doesn't even think twice about what she's about to say. ]

Never have I ever been... caught streaking.

[a_shadow]

[ Tex has been considering what she'd say next as the game makes its way around the circle. There are so many things she hasn't done that she'd like to, but she doesn't like betraying her secrets by making them plain via a game like this, either. And it's not fair to continue to name typical childhood experiences.

But there are a few things she could mention, regardless of all that. And now that the game has gotten a little more risque, she has a few ideas. ]

I've never had sex in a public place. Not even an abandoned public place.

[ No matter how hard she'd tried to make that work out. Her boyfriend was just too damn private for that. ]