And you will make it

[worstsongever]

Who: Olive and OPEN
What: Hideous styled not-quite-day-in-the-life. Olive's scared an looking for Heero. She's pretending to be mirror!Olive. Really, really badly.
Where: All over.
When Day one.
Notes: I'm just making a base post for this, but it's totally open. Just tag in saying where they are, and we're good to go!

Comments

Some other hallway. Jack spends all his time in hallways.

[19centconstable]

Out for a stroll on your lonesome your ladyship?

[Jack appears suddenly and unexpectedly, like all good moochers. He also manages to suck-up disrespectfully, which is a talent in and of itself, and do so while wearing and expression that says 'It's all in good fun', asks 'You happen to got a dollar on you?', and promises 'You can trust me, I'm an idiot!'

Jack has much less schooling than George did, but he's got a lot more street smarts.]

Jack, you bum. :c

[worstsongever]

[Street smarts are damn dangerous. Olive jumps when he just appears, then grimaces at herself.] Jesus, [She says, accusingly.] Uh - yeah, just looking for Heero, is all. What're you doing out?

They're like indoor alleys!

[19centconstable]

[Jack is wondering if it would be worth the effort to steal the fillings out of the mouths of people in Barge comas.]

This'n that, this'n that. Slipped away from you, eh?

[Jack chuckles. It's funny because Eddie Spinola may or may not be in a coma right now. Jack should check on that probably. But it would take soooo much effort. And he isn't sure what his fillings are made of.]

Perfect for assaulting people in!

[worstsongever]

[Jesus Christ Jack, that is a bad thing to do, very bad.]

Yeah, well. He does that sometimes, uh. You know how inmates are?

And going to the toilet!

[19centconstable]

[Jack nods.]

Poor saps.

[And he does genuinely feel sorry for them: getting taken as they do. Jack knows better than to play fair when no one else is.]

...Ew :c

[worstsongever]

Yeah, I guess. I mean it's their won fault or...whatever. [All right, it was official. She had no idea how to play this part.]

Hey. Everybody poops. :|

[19centconstable]

[Jack snorts.]

Society's fault for not raisin' 'em to have them realistic expectorations, is what.

[Society is all about the fantasy spitting.]

I have seen five books with that title. :|

[worstsongever]

...Did you just say expectorations?

And the less popular: "Nobody Poops But You."

[19centconstable]

Yeah? So?

[Jack might be what he'd call "illergitimate". And what he'd probably mean is "illiterate". But also he'd be right the first time.]

We had trouble with sales on that one.

[worstsongever]

[It's adorable. Ish.]

...It's not really a word?

[19centconstable]

'Course it is. I said it, didn't I?

[worstsongever]

Yeah, but it's. Not a real word.

[19centconstable]

[He bows sarcastically while grinning rougishly.]

It is now.

[worstsongever]

[People can't just go around making up words, gawd. :|] ....Right, fine. It's a word now. I've got to go, Georg, I'll see you around. [She rally hasn't done enough research to be out and about.

[19centconstable]

[His brow furrows.]

Who's supposed to be a george, then?

[And what is a george? It sounds awful.]

[worstsongever]

[Oh. What. Shit. Olive pauses, staring at him.] Uh - sorry? ...Slip of the tongue?