For All Ramonas (hairoftheweek, direct_to_door, hairlikethis, ridethesubspace), spying on them A-OK

[hairoftheweek]

[OOC: This is going to be both on Awesomebook and then eventually Action. Please specify which in threads, feel free to swap when necessary. This is intended for the four Ramonas currently in SPvDR, though newer Ramonas or Ramonas that I've unintentionally left out are VERY WELCOME TO JOIN. Not to mention, anyone like Scotts, Gideons, Roxies, or

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[Action, AFTER the party starts] THE THREAD FOR OTHER CHARACTERS TO COME UP AND SPY/CRASH THE PARTY

[hairoftheweek]

[This means Gideons, Roxies, other evil exes, Wallaces, etc.]

[gideon_graves]

Sitting on a metal bench just beyond the reach of the light from the park lights and party going on within it's confines was Gideon. A bottle of water dangling between his thumb and fingers, more than half empty, swishing gently as he swayed it from side to side. The party had been answering many of his questions since he had awoken in the Chaos Theater after Scott and Ramona had defeated him. He had thought he was losing his mind after convincing himself that he was not seeing a Scott or Ramona around every corner. Even himself! He had actually been seeing them

[wasnotthecat]

Well now--this was all kinds of interesting. While the multitude of Ramonas milling around the park was certainly alluring, Gideon had already known there were doubles of her in this alternate Toronto. Finding out that there was another one of himself walking around? That promised to be a much more novel experience.

He doesn't hesitate to approach, just ambles over easily and leans against the back of the metal bench. He takes a pull from his beer and doesn't bother to hide the smirk gracing his lips as he looks down at his seated double.

"Hey."

[gideon_graves]

Being too absorbed by the parade in the park to even notice the weight being put upon the bench. His eyes were locked on the Ramonas, rarely drifting over to one of the Scotts there. However, when he heard his voice, which didn't belong to him Gideon snapped to look over at...himself.

Definitely worthy of a double take.

He could have sworn earlier that he had already been prepared for the possibility of running across himself. But it would have been a lie.

After a short pause he said "Hey. Nice shirt." Downing the last of his ice water in one gulp he continued with "Is this what it's like to be dead?"

[wasnotthecat]

"Dead? Buddy," Gideon chuckles and shakes his head, taking another quick sip of his beer, "We're here in a scenic park watching a handful of Ramonas party it up. If we're dead, we got sent to one sweet afterlife. And I wasn't under the illusion that I was going anywhere nice."

[gideon_graves]

"How true." A perfect answer. It made sense, not like he was really a paragon of some sort. Possibly the opposite.

"Have you been able to make sense of this city?" It was hard to look at another Gideon in the face and not think it was a mirror. "It's been eating at me since, since..." he paused before he continued talking "How or where did you find yourself here?"

After briskly tossing the empty water bottle into a trash bin, he glanced at the park as well as the others there. Of course it was peaches and cream for them. Their most recent memory before winding up here wasn't being sliced up.

[wasnotthecat]

He frowns right back at his double, "Since I died, you mean? So you are from the same point in time as I am. Interesting. And good to know that I don't have to catch you up on anything."

Gideon stares down at his beer bottle, swishing the remainder of its contents around, observing the play of reflections in the liquid.

"I haven't been able to find any cause for this version of Toronto, or our resurrection. Not yet, at least."

[gideon_graves]

Point in time.

Gideon furrowed his brow turning that phrase over in his head. A gathering place that exists outside of time? Of course there was the possibility this was all a screwed up dream. An incredibly painful realistic dream.

"So you've seen the edge of town too then." he rested his arm on the back of the bench and looked over to his double. "And died the way I did." Curiosity overcoming him he instantly asked "How do you feel about Ramona now that you're back?"

He was still collecting himself after his revival. Something he had only seen Scott do.

"Don't worry, you can tell me. I'm you after all, right?" finally that familiar smirk played across his lips.

[wasnotthecat]

"How do I feel about Ramona?" and here Gideon actually grins in an unspeakably cocky fashion, "Damn good considering she's seeing me again. Well, one of them is in any case."

[gideon_graves]

"R-Really??" he asked shocked at this news. Ramona had always been a spitfire, that's part of why he had liked her. He looked back to the party in the park, his glasses reflecting the light such that his eyes were not visible behind them.

"And what do you plan to do about Scott Pilgrim?" he asked unmoving as a brief gust of wind whipped at his shirt and hair.

[wasnotthecat]

"Yeah, man," Gideon nods. "I stumbled upon one of them while I was in transit in Subspace. Turns out after she helped to kill the guy she once was crazy for, she had a whole boatload of guilt. We talked. Things went from there."

At the wind, Gideon pauses to brush a strand of his hair back behind his ear, then snorted at the question. "Pilgrim will undoubtedly come after me once she breaks the news to him. I suppose we'll have to fight. Not that I'm worried. No extra life and no Ramona to back him up? It'll be a breeze."

[gideon_graves]

Adjusting his glasses as he listened Gideon inclined his head, the party in the park obviously not dying down this deep into the night. But really his interest in the party had been whittled down after talking to this version of himself. The fact that any Ramona could be interested in giving their relationship, using that term loosely, another shot was one thing. Obviously this Gideon had no qualms over what had happened when the confrontation with Scott and Ramona happened back at the Chaos Theater

[wasnotthecat]

Gideon would be a lot less okay with everything that had happened to him if it hadn't all lead to him getting Ramona back. You should have seen him before it happened--so much introspection and private self-depreciating it wasn't even funny.

"Definitely. It took me awhile to adjust, myself. It's never too easy coming to terms with your own death, especially at the hands of someone you hate," Gideon nods. "And if you're talking about the apartment that you stayed in prior to the opening of the Toronto Chaos, yeah. It's still there. The geography of this place is all intact and as it should be, bottomless cliffs aside."

[gideon_graves]

Looks like he wasn't the only Gideon who was going through the same feelings. So it looked like he would get everything back in working order judging by the current state of this Gideon. Well that was definitely reassuring.

"I think I'll go crash there then. At least the town's the same. I guess I'll see you around chief. In the mirror or in person. One or the other."

Giving a back handed wave as he walked off past the entrance to the park. Too much stuff to think about at a late hour.

[hairoftheweek]

Ramona could swear there was something watching from far away, but from the looks of things it was just probably her mind playing tricks on her.

Probably, anyway.

[gideon_graves]

A brief glance from a Ramona brought the memory of Ramona asking him why he would even want her back. Pushing up his glasses with a finger as he eyed the party, Gideon wondered if he should just get up and leave for his apartment.