[log] even though i swear i've never been so alone i've come home
[18:43] * Maria gently places Brody on the bar, like he is made of china. "Sit. I will make you ...a cake. Or something. It will be amazing, whatever I do."
[18:43] Ankhenaten: Since he's up, he's going to go over to the bar and look for something.
[18:43] Brody: "I want giggledrops," he says. "That's why I wanted to go to Denny's." Brody will be CRUSHED to discover that's a made-up thing for a TV advertisement.
[18:43] * Martel arrives, discreetly, by a different door than the one that was just used as an exit (which is nice, because it means no one is looking at this one right now).
[18:44] Maria: "What are giggledrops." She slips off the bar, and doesn't see Martel come in; she's looking at Ankhenaten. Hmm.
[18:44] Brody: "I don't know, but I want them."
[18:44] * Ankhenaten finds a thing of yellow Gatorade and undoes the cap. "Brody~" he looks at Maria over the rims of his only faintly tinted sunglasses, and then looks over her shoulder at Martel.
[18:44] * Martel makes his way up behind Maria, with the most bland expression possible - and swings her up into his arms and around in the air, sup.
[18:45] * Maria squeals, laughs, and clings to giant man here. "Ooooh my LORD--"
[18:45] * Brody squints at Ankhenaten. ...then apparently finds sitting too much work, so he lies down on the bar. At least he's wearing pants?
[18:45] Brody: "DON'T GIVE HIM IDEAS," he tells Maria. Sassy.
[18:46] Martel: "Well, hello," Martel says, as if he's a little surprised to find her there, "I almost didn't recognize you." Brody and Ankhenaten get friendly nods, also.
[18:46] Ankhenaten: --Oh, that'sa lot of PDA! But it's cute. "Yes, devil child, drink this. Do you need a straw? I can probably find you a bendy one."
[18:47] Brody: "Crazy straw!" :>
[18:47] Maria: "Pick the bendy one!" She drums on Martel's arm. "Did you miss me? Did you /pine/? I like being carried, can we keep doing that?" No.
[18:48] Martel: "I wept softly into the dark night of my heart," Martel informs her, dryly. "No, it'll spoil you-" so she gets set unceremoniously down on the bar. "Good evening, all."
[18:48] Maria: "But I love being spoiled," she protests.
[18:48] * Brody enjoys how no one sits AT the bar, but ON it.
[18:48] Martel: "Yes, I know."
[18:48] * Ankhenaten gets Brody an ASSORTMENT of straws. "Good evening."
[18:48] * Brody is immediately occupied by trying to drink from ALL THE STRAWS at once.
[18:49] * Brody fails spectacularly.
[18:49] * Ankhenaten pats his shoulder.
[18:50] * Maria considers this. "Can I look at your book?" This to Ankhenaten, and then to Martel: "Also, tell me how you are. Immediately, please!"
[18:52] Brody: "What book?" Brody struggles to sit up, considering this may help him not get Gatorade all over his face.
[18:52] * Martel leans against the bar, possibly more interested in Ankhenaten's book and Brody's progress than talking about himself. "Overworked, my dear, as always. Candice is due home in a week or so."
[18:53] Ankhenaten: "Oh, of course. I've borrowed it from the library, here. I'm afraid I can't read it on my own, but I have experience with translating dead languages already, so it'll be an interesting afternoon project, as it were." This thing is huge, old, and in ancient Sumerian.
[18:53] * Maria goes to peer at this book. "Are you pining for /her/ at least, does she get to be spoiled?" She flips a page, curious.
[18:55] Martel: "Parts of her," Martel says blandly, entirely aware that he would be in so much trouble if he said this in front of Candice. (Note: he would say this in front of Candice.)
[18:55] * Maria ..........covers her ears. "MARTEL, I am a delicate virginal flower." With a baby? Really?
[18:56] * Martel takes advantage of her distraction to peer at the book, as if this was his plan all along.
[18:56] * Maria pinches his arm. "Get out I was here first and I asked." B| "Also I recognize this language! Sumerian, right?"
[18:57] * Ankhenaten makes himself a drink. Something with pineapples! "Yes, it is."
[18:58] * Brody gnaws on a straw. "That's old." :\
[18:59] Ankhenaten: "Yes, well, so am I, perhaps I like feeling in context."
[18:59] Brody: "You are not old, you are a spring chicken." He helpfully deposits a tiny umbrella in his hair.
[19:00] Maria: "Why are you reading - or translating - Sumerian?"
[19:00] * Martel meanders around the bar in search of the silver cask.
[19:01] * Ankhenaten is now decorated! He smiles. "Oh, I'm.. looking some things up, mostly curiosity, half a hobby. I'm unemployed but I /did/ go to college for library science, I think this sort of thing is fun."
[19:02] * Brody brings a bag of Jolly Ranchers and what is apparently now his Gatorade over to a couch, to flop.
[19:02] Martel: "You ought to see my library at Valdis," Martel contributes over his shoulder, bent looking for something behind the bar.
[19:03] Ankhenaten: "If that's a serious offer, then yes, I certainly ought to."
[19:03] Martel: "It is."
[19:04] Ankhenaten: "Well, then. Fantastic." He will sit there and read the spines of things for hours, you realize.
[19:04] * Martel 's library is his pride and joy, he is shameless in showing it off.
[19:05] * Maria considers Martel. "How many books do you have now?"
[19:08] Brody: "A zillion," he suggests.
[19:09] Martel: "Precisely that many."
[19:09] Brody: "I knew it." >:3
[19:09] Martel: "Well done, well done."
[19:10] * Ankhenaten lights a cigarette!
[19:10] * Brody makes boo boo kitty face.
[19:10] Ankhenaten: "Drink your Gatorade first."
[23:12] * Brody slurps, moodily.
[23:13] * Ankhenaten sits ON the bar, because... this is Stigmata.
[19:14] Brody: "Why are we so racist against chairs?"
[19:14] Martel: "I use the chairs," Martel points out, mildly. ...he's not right now, but he's also standing, so.
[19:15] Brody: "You don't count, your face has eyebrows." ...what.
[19:15] Ankhenaten: "I have eyebrows," he says, archly. Sure, they're very thin and mostly pencil at this point.
[19:16] Brody: "They are not SPECTACULAR. Like trees."
[19:17] Martel: "'Like trees'," Martel echoes, amused. (One presumes his eyebrows are darker than the rest of his hair because he was born a brunet, who the hell knows.)
[19:17] * Ankhenaten looks over at Martel, as if studying him for manscaping.
[19:18] Brody: "Maybe there's ferrets in there. I don't know your life." Sluuuuurp.
[19:18] * Martel does a deliberate standing-lounge when he realizes he's being scrutinized.
[19:19] Ankhenaten: "...Not bad, but waxing wouldn't /kill/ you."
[19:19] Martel: "I'll pass."
[19:19] Brody: "It's only bad when they do your pubes."
[19:19] * Ankhenaten shrugs like, yes, he knows.
[19:20] Brody: "And then it's like, BAM! WE'RE RIPPING NAILS OUT OF YOUR GROIN! ENJOY IT! YOU LIKE IT!"
[19:20] * Ankhenaten tries not to laugh but ffaaiiills.
[19:20] * Martel briefly goes on a mental tangent that none of you actually want to know about.
[19:22] * Brody does.
[19:22] * Martel is definitely not telling /Brody/.
[19:23] * Brody READS HIS MIND no okay he can't do that. He can fill his maw with Gatorade like a gerbil with nuts in its cheeks.
[19:24] Ankhenaten: "...Please don't choke, Brody dear." What are you, child.
[19:25] * Brody wold respond to this, but his mouth is full of drank.
[19:25] * Brody stares at him instead.
[19:26] * Ankhenaten takes a drag and lifts one artfully crafted eyebrow.
[19:27] * Brody matches it with the opposte eyebrow.
[19:28] * Maria is BACK she was...idk making food or something. "Eat," she commands the room at large.
[19:28] Ankhenaten: "..What is it?"
[19:28] Martel: "Irrelevant to whether or not she's going to make you eat it."
[19:29] Maria: "Shawarma." Because that's what Maria always makes here.
[19:29] * Brody swallows quickly-- "MOON PIES--oh, or that."
[19:29] Ankhenaten: "Charmed. Too much salt makes me ill - but not that." Oh, hey, food he's familiar with.
[19:31] Maria: "I have this compulsion to make food from the ~motherland~ whenever I'm here, I don't know why! Annnd it's easier than atayif." The tildes around motherland are audible. Somehow. Maria you're only half Lebanese and you're terrible at upholding all other cultural mores except the ones about food, shut up.
[19:32] Ankhenaten: "Do you speak Arabic?" he asks, because - dude no one does in South Africa and CERTAINLY no one does in the Bahamas.
[19:33] Maria: "I do, yeah!" She's increased her fluency in it since her mid-teens and now she's very confident in it.
[19:36] * Brody is quietly sneaking up on Martel.
[19:37] * Martel is leaning against the bar with his drink, and he is not unaware of this but possibly curious as to what exactly Brody thinks he's going to do.
[19:37] Ankhenaten: "I'm always happy to meet someone else who does," he says in Arabic, which would be in brackets or something if irc was not giving me shit for trying that. He's obviously a bit more comfortable with that, as while there is still an accent, it's not as apparent. But he switches back to English: "Though I won't be rude amongst those who do not."
[19:39] Brody: "I speak Pig Latin," he contributes, helpfully. SNEAK.
[19:39] Maria: "Some other time," she offers, also in Latin, smiling, "I haven't spoken it much lately, either." Back to English. "I should make my boyfriend learn it... mostly just to see if I can."
[19:39] * Maria just likes making people do things for her.
[19:40] * Martel ... grimaces, as if on cue, but only a little.
[19:40] * Martel WILL GET OVER IT...eventually...kind of. No, not really, but he gets progressively more civil about it.
[19:41] Ankhenaten: "I'm quite fond of languages, but then, I've lived enough places to necessitate such a thing."
[19:43] * Brody is quietly braiding Martel's hair, because it's pretty. :>
[19:43] * Martel tolerates this remarkably well.
[19:44] Maria: "I've only lived in Chicago and New York. But they're different enough to be on different planets."
[19:44] Ankhenaten: "I have lived... in Luxor and Cairo, in Egypt - originally - in London in England, and in De Aar in South Africa. I have recently relocated to the Bahamas."
[19:45] * Ankhenaten likes talking about THE EARTH, hi.
[19:45] Brody: "Chicago smells better than New York."
[19:45] * Martel tends to fall quiet and listen in these conversations like he's soaking it up, which is actually exactly what he's doing, for the record.