dexter ain't shit; richard, delilah, welcome to xana

[soursanguine]

For as mundane as most of their world seems to be, that hasn't stopped Richard and Delilah Vasko from having some problems with the doors in their house. Specifically, the closet door of Richard's Workroom, which is really the single most inconvenient door to open to a place it shouldn't.

...Other than the bathroom door, really.

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[campjesus]

"I feel like a jet pack would probably actually be a big pain in the ass. You'd have to haul it around with you everywhere when you couldn't use it. And with the way people steal bikes..." Yeah, Easy was bitching about his stolen Giant for weeks until Brody finally bought him a new one. Why a man in his 50's is still riding a bike around is anyone's guess, although he is kind of a freeloading hippie.

"My roommate and I are moving. Long, boring story, blah blibbity blah drama." That right there is why he got kicked out of the vampire club -- okay, he engineered an escape, but if they didn't think he was so damn important to their cause (ending the world, hooray!) they would have had him culled a long time ago. Vampires are serious creatures, understand. She glances at her sign, shrugs, and tosses it over her shoulder; it lands in a trash can as if she did it on purpose. Unfortunately it was sheer coincidence since super basketball abilities are one of the few things dead people don't get, where she's from. "Didn't feel like doing any actual work. And I'll have you know," she points, very seriously, with one of her hands, "that where I come from we're all booze prodigies. We start early out in the country, ya hear? Don't you tell me what I can do."

[soursanguine]

Laughing at the bit about booze prodigies, Delilah waves her hand. "Don't worry about Richard, he just likes to tease. He probably started about as early as you did. And moving, huh? Ugh. Let us know if you need help hauling stuff, we'll be happy to give you a hand."

This earns her a look from Richard. Sometimes, his helpful wife is too helpful for his tastes--especially when it involves him hauling other peoples' things around despite his bum leg. "Well, as an artist, I can certainly understand your desire to stay away from the nine-to-five. I hear panhandling is pretty good money, actually. If you know how to do it, anyways. Do you do well enough?" Clearly, this has crossed his mind at least once before--and he is considering a proper job these days if only to kill the boredom in the hours he doesn't spend working on his art, or his...'art'.

Really, it's just a matter of figuring out which Delilah would hate more; panhandling, or dealing. Or maybe a hit-man; the world always needs more hit-men, right?

[campjesus]

"Yeah, for sure," she says, a little absently, because it's really awkward to have to admit to people that you have nothing to haul. Everything she owns fits in a single garbage bag. Hell, it probably all fits in a single plastic Target bag. Then again, she can always make googly eyes at people until they help with furniture -- the days are getting longer and soon enough, stores will start closing before sunset.

"Ain't too bad. The thing is is that like, these places are full of people who're loaded and love throwing cash around at plucky down-on-their-luck urchins." She points at herself in the chest, like, that'd be me, yep. "You do it in the real world and rich people just tell you to get a job and cross the street so they don't have to get near you." Nothing gets her going faster than people telling other people not to give money to the homeless because it only encourages them and just supports their habits. "If you do it full-time and you're like, white, and attractive, and don't smell too bad, and are funny, and in a good neighbourhood, you can make okay money."

[soursanguine]

"Well whatever it is, it can't be worse than the money I rake in painting." Richard chuckles and digs for his cigarettes, ducking his head to light his second since walking through the streets of the unfamiliar city. He offers one over to said plucky down on her luck urchin, adding, "Just stay safe. I can't imagine that even in a...presumably magical nexus, the streets are particularly comfortable and safe."

There's an unspoken question there, one that Delilah ends up covering when she asks, "Speaking of safety--is this a pretty safe place, Brody? If half of our house is going to be here..." She drums her fingers on her chin while Richard chuckles and drapes his arm around her waist. "I'm sure it's fine, darling. God knows that strange things happen in bizarre places like this, but I'm sure it must be at least...moderately sane. Hopefully."