Day 59: Sun Room
Erika stood back to survey her work, and she had no idea why no one seemed to care.
By 'no one', she was referring to the soldiers who were on guard, who should be looking particularly anxious due to the atmosphere of this place. It didn't make sense in her mind. Someone who just took up a large chunk of the middle of the Sun Room to build a ( Read more... )
By 'no one', she was referring to the soldiers who were on guard, who should be looking particularly anxious due to the atmosphere of this place. It didn't make sense in her mind. Someone who just took up a large chunk of the middle of the Sun Room to build a ( Read more... )
"Oh hey Wichita. No, it's cool. They think I'm important or something now, so they're pretty much just letting me do whatever," said Scott with an odd sort of pride as he grabbed a grey blanket off the couch and started draping it between couch and chair. He had to figure that this new permissiveness had something to do with the Coliseum. It was the only thing that had changed between now and the days when soldiers were breathing down his neck if he so much as coughed the wrong way. Now Scott wasn't going to say that one of the perks of Indy's death and resurrection was the ability to build blanket forts with gross impunity but... Let's just say he wasn't going to deny that if anyone asked, either.
As Scott got the first blanket settled, he noticed a few more participants in the Great Fort War of Landel's a little ways off to the side of them - parallel universe Kirk (We'll call him "Larry", thought Scott) and some glasses guy he didn't know. Scott gave them a grin and a fist pump in the air. Solidarity, brothers. Oh yeah.
"So yeah, life it pretty much awesome again. As awesome as it gets here, anyway," said Scott, dragging over another armchair to finish off the parapet. "How 'bout for you? You got arm trouble there?"
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But then he asked about her shoulder, right after air-fist-bumping Riverside and Glasses.
"Hey, no, don't bro around with them. They got me shot." Yes. Yes, she was blaming the two doofs building the fort over there for her getting shot. Which could not have been further from the truth, but if asked she was sure she could spin it so they would be in the wrong. Although technically, Riverside going all Captain Save-Your-Ass right from the start blew any chance of her sneaking to the shed, so. Maybe it was his fault. She was okay with that.
She pouted at Toronto now, yes, full on pout. Something that was particularly easy to feign since it wasn't all that hard to outwardly show how much her side hurt. "Shot with a gun. Like a straight-up gun-gun. I guess he was brainwashed or whatever, thought I was trying to escape although I was clearly just trying to get a bat. But. Yeah, that happened." A pause. "I want a gun-gun."
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"Dude, that sucks so hard. Someone shot me in my first week here too. Did I mention it sucked? It suuuuuucked," he said, going back over to Wichita and sitting on the couch arm for the moment. The next blanket could wait at least another minute. "Who was it? It wasn't some red-hooded douche was it?"
He glanced back over at Captain Larry and his friend, then nodded his head at them. "Or was one of them part of the Brainwash Brigade? That happened to me once too. It, likewise, sucked. I nearly demolished my roommate over it." He thought back to the couch punching with a shudder, one of the few righteous hits he had ever delivered that definitely did not feel righteous in retrospect. "So I can tell you, whoever it was, they are probably just as not-happy about shooting you as you are about having been shot. Unless it was the Red Douche. Because he is a douche, and he sucks."
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