Those crunching noises pervading the air [In Progress; Semi-Closed]
Who: Mrs. Lovett (londonsworst), Badou (smokeeasy), Heine (bulletcarnage), and perhaps others who are stopping by Mrs Lovett's for pies.
What: Dinner or a light snack (for the particularly strong of intestinal fortitude brave of heart)
Where: Apartment # 502
When: Just following this. (Backdated a bit cause I got distracted by a certain meme. Ooops.)
Badou had told a lie: mystery meat was not actually his favorite. Course he didn't figure he'd been taken seriously when he said it anyway, and besides, mystery meat or not, it was dinner that neither he nor Heine had to cook. And more importantly, it was a distraction from all this damn rain, which would've just been rain anywhere but here. Here was eerie--it came along with a foreboding kind of feeling, or maybe with a lingering kernel of worry that in a place like this you couldn't be sure a thunderstorm would stop at all before it flooded the whole damn town right up to the top floor of the apartments in the night, leaving the sun to rise over the flotsam of a whole new crop of dead bodies the next day.
Even mystery meat was an improvement over that.
Actually, Badou was looking forward to getting to meet Mrs Lovett in person--she was one of the first people he'd spoken to when he'd arrived here, and there was something about her that he was quite fond of. She reminded him a little of Kiri--Mihai's lady friend who ran the restaurant that Badou still owed money to after he'd got the place shot half to hell in his showdown with the West 4th Street crime family. The two seemed to share a kind of refined roughness--tough, pragmatic women who could do things on their own. He liked that.
Thing was, he hadn't actually gotten around to telling Heine where this "dinner date" was taking them until they'd turned he last corner in the fifth floor corridor. Wasn't like he was deliberately keeping it a secret. It just hadn't come up.
Oh well, they were here now, so he wasn't gonna worry about it.
Coffee (and coffee maker--hell, what happened if she didn't have one, after all?) under one arm, he raised a hand to knock on the door, "Nellie, hey, it's us."
What: Dinner or a light snack (for the particularly strong of intestinal fortitude brave of heart)
Where: Apartment # 502
When: Just following this. (Backdated a bit cause I got distracted by a certain meme. Ooops.)
Badou had told a lie: mystery meat was not actually his favorite. Course he didn't figure he'd been taken seriously when he said it anyway, and besides, mystery meat or not, it was dinner that neither he nor Heine had to cook. And more importantly, it was a distraction from all this damn rain, which would've just been rain anywhere but here. Here was eerie--it came along with a foreboding kind of feeling, or maybe with a lingering kernel of worry that in a place like this you couldn't be sure a thunderstorm would stop at all before it flooded the whole damn town right up to the top floor of the apartments in the night, leaving the sun to rise over the flotsam of a whole new crop of dead bodies the next day.
Even mystery meat was an improvement over that.
Actually, Badou was looking forward to getting to meet Mrs Lovett in person--she was one of the first people he'd spoken to when he'd arrived here, and there was something about her that he was quite fond of. She reminded him a little of Kiri--Mihai's lady friend who ran the restaurant that Badou still owed money to after he'd got the place shot half to hell in his showdown with the West 4th Street crime family. The two seemed to share a kind of refined roughness--tough, pragmatic women who could do things on their own. He liked that.
Thing was, he hadn't actually gotten around to telling Heine where this "dinner date" was taking them until they'd turned he last corner in the fifth floor corridor. Wasn't like he was deliberately keeping it a secret. It just hadn't come up.
Oh well, they were here now, so he wasn't gonna worry about it.
Coffee (and coffee maker--hell, what happened if she didn't have one, after all?) under one arm, he raised a hand to knock on the door, "Nellie, hey, it's us."