RP Log - No Cooking Allowed!
Who: Jr, Nate
When: Today
Where: cafe
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Notes: ~~ = telepathic speech
Summary: Nate checks in with another resident about what's been going on.
Jr sauntered to the cafe after work, needing to grab something before he let his mind drift off to prank ideas. He plopped down at one of the tables after putting in his order, leaning his chair back a bit against all advice.
Probably not the best idea since it meant that when feet appeared from the ceiling they were right above his head and dropping rapidly as Nate entered the cafe. He'd stop before he hit anyone, but it didn't make the sight any less unnerving.
Jr lost his balance in the chair when he saw feet appearing from the ceiling, something you definitely never saw on an everyday basis. He fell to the floor, wincing as he hit it. "Owww..."
Nate looked down at the man below him and winced. ~Are you all right?~ He hadn't meant to make him fall over.
Jr grumbled as he righted his chair, sitting back in it the conventional way this time. "Yeah, I'm fine. When the hell didya get back here, an' do I needta get ya flashin' lights or somethin'?"
"I've been here a while, and I don't need lights. My eye already glows." He floated down and landed gently in the seat across from Jr.
"Well, I'm sure that Hotaru's been glad to see ya." Jr rubbed the back of his head, wincing at the lump he could feel forming there.
"She is," Nate replied with a smile. "I missed her myself. Promised her I'd always find her again."
"I take it ya still ain't allowed to cook here?" Jr grinned, "Oh, an' there's been a few changes since ya were here."
"Still not allowed to cook." Nate confirmed. "What sort of changes?"
"Pluto's got herself a new boyfrien', he's more of an idiot at times. Lesse...another couple mechs here, also Gundams." Jr had to think for a while, "There's been a buncha people that left, some new ones."
"Nothing I hadn't heard from Hotaru then," Nate replied. "Still, good to keep up on stuff."
"Yeah." Jr grinned, "Oh, an' there's kinda a prank war goin' on."
"What's happened so far?" He can manage a few pranks himself
"Duo an' I had some fun in Samus' room." Jr grinned, "I heard Uranus an' Duo pulled somethin' on someone."
"I'd be willing to help out, though most of my tricks are far more mental." He wasn't too worried about being able to affect individuals, it was nothing compared to a planet
Jr shrugged, not sure what Nate could do as far as pranking went. "Well, if ya get any ideas, I'm sure someone'd help ya out if ya needed it. Then again, I doubt ya'd really need all that much help."
"I could just make someone think everything tasted like cheese for a day. That might be funny. I did do the thing on St. Patricks where I turned the beach green.
Jr grinned widely, his blue eyes glittering. "Ya were the one who did that? That was awesome!"
"That was my work. Besides, it's go for me to have an outlet for my powers." Kept him from getting sick.
"That makes sense." Jr chuckled, his mind still focusing on what the green sand had looked like. "So, whaddya plannin' on to top that?"
"Not sure. It's not that I lack power or anything." In fact that was the last thing he was worried about.
"Oh! Now I remember the last thin' that happened!" Jr's eyes lit up suddenly, having heard the stuff from the rumor mill. "'Pparently Neil an' Allelujah were sleepin' in a tent after they pissed off Pluto."
"How did they piss off Pluto?" He could just make all the underwear in the camp disappear...
"Dunno exactly. Haven't seen the assassin in there either, he's off takin' out his anger on stuff."
"Huh, strange." Nate smiled. "I've got something planned for this weekend."
Jr chuckled, not wanting to really know the details about what Nate would have planned. He shrugged a bit, "Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll cause enough of a wave that there's no way I'd get blamed for it."
"I doubt anyone could blame this on you." Hotaru was going to smack him, but it would be fun.
"Okay!" Jr grinned, eyes glittering again as his food came this time. "Well, I'm sura ya gotta get somethin' to eat. Is Jon makin' those death bars for ya?"
"Death bars?" That was a pleasant name for a food.
"Yeah. I dun remember how many calories are in those thin's, but it's a helluva lot." Jr thought for a moment, "Las' time ya were here, Jon let everyone know they were yours unless we wanted to gain a lotta weight in a hurry."
"Oh, those, yeah, he's making them for me. My powers burn a lot of calories. I'm trying to gain weight so I'm not constantly underweight."
"Good idea." Jr chuckled, "Well, at least I call 'em death bars. Death by calories."
"Hey, they keep me from starving." The down side of infinite power was that you wanted to eat twice your body weight in food.
"Whatever works, I guess." Jr picked up one of his french fries, idly munching on it. "Ain't like anyone can stop ya anyways."
Nate gave him a quizzical look. "What do you mean stop me?"
"From doin' what ya want."
"That's not true. I have my weaknesses and I've been manipulated before." He looked down at the table.
"Harder to stop someone who's gotta ton of power an' knows how to use it." Jr pointed out, something that wasn't the same for him. He knew that MOMO was really good at getting him to stop doing things.
"True, and power isn't a place I have real limits. Not since I rebuilt my body."
Jr nodded, munching on another fry. He wasn't disturbed at all by the thought of someone rebuilding their body, since he knew that Nate had near limitless power.
Nate sighed and used his power to float over plates of food. Mental exercise in balance and precision.
Jr couldn't help but be reminded of Nagi at that point, having heard of what the other psychic could do. "Nagi's been having a tough time lately from what I hear, too. He's been at Schuldig's hut."
Nate looked up at that. "Oh, what's wrong with him?"
"I heard he's been nearly exhausting himself again. Crawford's gone."
"I should probably go talk to him," Nate sighed
Jr shrugged, "He's in Schuldig's hut. Last one. Knock yaself out."
Nate nodded digging into his food and switching back to mental speech. ~I'll check that out.~
Jr dug into his food, not as adept with mental speech as Nate was. It really only worked with his 'brothers'.
When: Today
Where: cafe
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Notes: ~~ = telepathic speech
Summary: Nate checks in with another resident about what's been going on.
Jr sauntered to the cafe after work, needing to grab something before he let his mind drift off to prank ideas. He plopped down at one of the tables after putting in his order, leaning his chair back a bit against all advice.
Probably not the best idea since it meant that when feet appeared from the ceiling they were right above his head and dropping rapidly as Nate entered the cafe. He'd stop before he hit anyone, but it didn't make the sight any less unnerving.
Jr lost his balance in the chair when he saw feet appearing from the ceiling, something you definitely never saw on an everyday basis. He fell to the floor, wincing as he hit it. "Owww..."
Nate looked down at the man below him and winced. ~Are you all right?~ He hadn't meant to make him fall over.
Jr grumbled as he righted his chair, sitting back in it the conventional way this time. "Yeah, I'm fine. When the hell didya get back here, an' do I needta get ya flashin' lights or somethin'?"
"I've been here a while, and I don't need lights. My eye already glows." He floated down and landed gently in the seat across from Jr.
"Well, I'm sure that Hotaru's been glad to see ya." Jr rubbed the back of his head, wincing at the lump he could feel forming there.
"She is," Nate replied with a smile. "I missed her myself. Promised her I'd always find her again."
"I take it ya still ain't allowed to cook here?" Jr grinned, "Oh, an' there's been a few changes since ya were here."
"Still not allowed to cook." Nate confirmed. "What sort of changes?"
"Pluto's got herself a new boyfrien', he's more of an idiot at times. Lesse...another couple mechs here, also Gundams." Jr had to think for a while, "There's been a buncha people that left, some new ones."
"Nothing I hadn't heard from Hotaru then," Nate replied. "Still, good to keep up on stuff."
"Yeah." Jr grinned, "Oh, an' there's kinda a prank war goin' on."
"What's happened so far?" He can manage a few pranks himself
"Duo an' I had some fun in Samus' room." Jr grinned, "I heard Uranus an' Duo pulled somethin' on someone."
"I'd be willing to help out, though most of my tricks are far more mental." He wasn't too worried about being able to affect individuals, it was nothing compared to a planet
Jr shrugged, not sure what Nate could do as far as pranking went. "Well, if ya get any ideas, I'm sure someone'd help ya out if ya needed it. Then again, I doubt ya'd really need all that much help."
"I could just make someone think everything tasted like cheese for a day. That might be funny. I did do the thing on St. Patricks where I turned the beach green.
Jr grinned widely, his blue eyes glittering. "Ya were the one who did that? That was awesome!"
"That was my work. Besides, it's go for me to have an outlet for my powers." Kept him from getting sick.
"That makes sense." Jr chuckled, his mind still focusing on what the green sand had looked like. "So, whaddya plannin' on to top that?"
"Not sure. It's not that I lack power or anything." In fact that was the last thing he was worried about.
"Oh! Now I remember the last thin' that happened!" Jr's eyes lit up suddenly, having heard the stuff from the rumor mill. "'Pparently Neil an' Allelujah were sleepin' in a tent after they pissed off Pluto."
"How did they piss off Pluto?" He could just make all the underwear in the camp disappear...
"Dunno exactly. Haven't seen the assassin in there either, he's off takin' out his anger on stuff."
"Huh, strange." Nate smiled. "I've got something planned for this weekend."
Jr chuckled, not wanting to really know the details about what Nate would have planned. He shrugged a bit, "Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll cause enough of a wave that there's no way I'd get blamed for it."
"I doubt anyone could blame this on you." Hotaru was going to smack him, but it would be fun.
"Okay!" Jr grinned, eyes glittering again as his food came this time. "Well, I'm sura ya gotta get somethin' to eat. Is Jon makin' those death bars for ya?"
"Death bars?" That was a pleasant name for a food.
"Yeah. I dun remember how many calories are in those thin's, but it's a helluva lot." Jr thought for a moment, "Las' time ya were here, Jon let everyone know they were yours unless we wanted to gain a lotta weight in a hurry."
"Oh, those, yeah, he's making them for me. My powers burn a lot of calories. I'm trying to gain weight so I'm not constantly underweight."
"Good idea." Jr chuckled, "Well, at least I call 'em death bars. Death by calories."
"Hey, they keep me from starving." The down side of infinite power was that you wanted to eat twice your body weight in food.
"Whatever works, I guess." Jr picked up one of his french fries, idly munching on it. "Ain't like anyone can stop ya anyways."
Nate gave him a quizzical look. "What do you mean stop me?"
"From doin' what ya want."
"That's not true. I have my weaknesses and I've been manipulated before." He looked down at the table.
"Harder to stop someone who's gotta ton of power an' knows how to use it." Jr pointed out, something that wasn't the same for him. He knew that MOMO was really good at getting him to stop doing things.
"True, and power isn't a place I have real limits. Not since I rebuilt my body."
Jr nodded, munching on another fry. He wasn't disturbed at all by the thought of someone rebuilding their body, since he knew that Nate had near limitless power.
Nate sighed and used his power to float over plates of food. Mental exercise in balance and precision.
Jr couldn't help but be reminded of Nagi at that point, having heard of what the other psychic could do. "Nagi's been having a tough time lately from what I hear, too. He's been at Schuldig's hut."
Nate looked up at that. "Oh, what's wrong with him?"
"I heard he's been nearly exhausting himself again. Crawford's gone."
"I should probably go talk to him," Nate sighed
Jr shrugged, "He's in Schuldig's hut. Last one. Knock yaself out."
Nate nodded digging into his food and switching back to mental speech. ~I'll check that out.~
Jr dug into his food, not as adept with mental speech as Nate was. It really only worked with his 'brothers'.