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maybe you're not the worst thing ever

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.

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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.

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.

Edited (gift ideas) 2017-10-27 16:36 (UTC)

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.)

"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.

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.

[ 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! ))

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

Ridden a bike.

[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.

[ ... Fuck.

[ He squints at North and takes a drink. ]

Edited 2017-10-24 04:46 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

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

[ He makes a face and drinks. ]

[South stares so hard before taking her drink]

You've never ridden a bike? Whaaaat!

[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.

[ He shrugs with a little smile. He never learned how! ]

....

[ DRINKS. ]

...

[whispers] Babe noooo

I'm finding a gigantic bike and you're gonna learn.

[ Look. Maine was ODST for six years. He's been in some nasty survival situations.

[ Also, he has partied a lot.

[ Just accept the little helpless shrug and don't ask how many bugs he's eaten. ]

[ He raises an eyebrow. He's made it to twenty-four without needing to know how. Why would he change that now? ]

[ Carolina shrugs and then, without a word, takes a drink. ]

Carolina- no. Carolina no. Don't eat bugs, those aren't full of anything good. Eat a burger.

I'm worried to ask how many. Is...babe, is it more than five.. It is, isn't it? When was the last bug, it's been a while right, before coming here, right?

Every grown person should know how to ride a bike- babe no. We'll get you training wheels if we gotta

[ SHAKES HEAD AND FOLDS ARMS. Absolutely not! ]

[ He tries, unsuccessfully, to hide a smile at her reaction. She's acting like he's an addict. It's funny, all right?

[ He shrugs again, then nods. Yeah, it's been a while. ]

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this is totally open for spectators btw

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morning of october 18th - OTA!

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