The Post Where Everyone Gets Dirty

[aint_nosurprise]

John Casey got into a fight with a flying beast, which escaped into the sky. It left Casey tripping into the fountain. When he pulled himself out of the water, some man made the mistake of commenting on how hot Casey's 'jugs' looked in that wet shirt. Now Casey has his foot shoved in the man's back and his arm twisted back behind him. It's broken

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[couldusealaugh]

Avery's taking the long route to work tonight. It might be the need to stay outside a few minutes more - she tends to savor the outdoors around her unique time of the month.

Conveniently enough, that puts her right past the fountain - which gives her a front-row seat to the violence happening.

She crosses her arms over her chest, smirking at the sight.

"You again."

[aint_nosurprise]

Casey looks away from the man on the floor at the voice. It's... been awhile since he ran into her. It seems almost funny that she always finds him after he's beaten the shit out of some guy for admiring his woman parts too loudly. Almost.

"Me again," he agrees, with a grunt.

He releases the man who runs screaming in the other direction. The sound turns Casey's scowl into a smirk.

"He deserved it." Casey wipes his hands clean. Water drips off of him on to the sidewalk. He is not pleased. It's cold.

[couldusealaugh]

The irony isn't escaping Avery, either. Not one bit.

"I'll bet."

She's never been a fan of water - cherish the irony of that, too - and does her best not to shy away too obviously when Casey starts dripping nearer.

"Here."

She's already shrugging out of her coat, moving to wrap it around the other's soaking wet frame.

[aint_nosurprise]

"He did," Casey says again, though there's no insistence in the tone of voice. It's a statement of fact. "But I should probably get out of here before he comes back with the police."

The guy looks like enough of an asshole to run and holler assault, the first chance that he gets.

Casey tenses, instinctively when Avery approaches him and slides her jacket around him. It's nothing against her. It was just... unexpected. He doesn't know how to react.

"...thanks," he says, after a moment, pulling the jacket further up on his shoulders and clearing his throat, which came out sounding too rough. "You going to work?"

[touchme_n_die]

Rogue is out for some air when she sees Danny walking toward the Conrad.

A gloved hand jumps up to cover her mouth. She's sure this isn't a laughing situation.

Only he's covered in goo and feathers and she's thinking whatever it was that gave up those feathers is the giant naked thing following him.

"You know," she says thoughtfully. "I don't feel a bit silly about my incident with the blanket anymore." Rogue's hair bounces over her face as she nods to the bird, and she feels concealed enough to smirk a bit. "It looks like you made a friend, sugar. Shouldn't he be wearin' your jacket or somethin', though? It only seems fair."

[ohboythepipes]

Danny raises an eyebrow at her. Yes, he sees her cover her mouth and knows she's laughing. He is annoyed with the situation. The ridiculous situation.

"Really? Cause the blanket is an inanimate object. And it took two very animate objects to get me in my predicament," he says, with his eyebrow raised still.

This is not at all funny, Rogue!

He is covered in tar and feathers, but he is MANLY and cool still! Honest!

"I saved his life. I don't think that means I owe him my jacket, too." Danny takes a look at his jacket, tar dripping down from it. A feather flies up to hit him in the face. "You know what? He can have it. Not sure this shit'll wash out. It'd probably look better on him."

The bird bops him on the back of the head again. Danny makes a noise of disgruntlement and turns toward it. The bird attempts to copy the noise. Danny sighs. The bird sighs. And then it walks over to Rogue, blinking at her, flapping its wingless feathers.

[touchme_n_die]

Rogue clears her throat and attempts to stop the rolling waves of laughter threatening to come out. Obviously, he is not happy about the situation, and she can respect that.

"Sorry."

She pinches herself on the side to do the trick, finally, and manages to look more serious.

The jacket gets a mournful look. "I don't reckon that's salvageable," she agrees. When the bird comes over to her, flapping and blinking, she gives it a little pat on it's beak. Somehow, she just can't bring herself to pat his sad, naked head. Poor big bird.

"It's kinda cute," she says with a grin. "You could keep it, y'know. Train it to be an attack bird." There's another nod. "You could call it The Emperor, on account of the nakedness an' all."

[ohboythepipes]

Danny appreciates that she's not laughing. He really does. Not that he could blame her if she did. He has never been in a situation that was more ridiculous than this one.

He shrugs his shoulders at the apology. A small smirk finally slips across his face. "It's fine. I'm just sayin', it takes a lot more to make me look silly. Not that

[thehighestwing]

Who knows why Phoebe is there at the exact moment Xander falls into the mud?

Divine intervention, perhaps.

With the days she's been having lately, seeing Xander in what she feels is mortal peril sends her racing toward him nearly ready to burst into tears.

She will try shooing the really, really big boppy with her oversized purse. "What is that thing?"

[xandtheman3]

"I don't know," Xander says, from under the giant dog beast who decides that Xander needs to be licked again. "It's friendly, whatever it is."

It's TOO friendly.

"No, dog. The Xandman is not for humping!" He flails and manages to pull himself out from under the dog, before things could get any more awkward.

The dog seems to be distracted by the purse, which is probably the only reason that Xander manages to get free. It turns toward Phoebe, making a barking noise that sounds more like a bird.

"Hey, Phoebe," Xander breathes, wiping his face with his... muddy sleeve. He has the smarts. Only not. "Don't let it lick you. It's slobber smells like rotten pizza."

[thehighestwing]

"That's not friendliness, that's assault!" she exclaims, indignant on Xander's behalf. He is most certainly not for humping!

Unless there is his consent, in which Phoebe goes, hey, live and let live. "Hey, Xander. It's not going to lick--"

Phoebe keeps hitting the dog with her purse, until it starts turning toward her.

"D'oh." She swallows a bit nervously, taking a step back. "I just got my hair done, bitch."

Phoebe is addressing the dog, not Xander. Ahem.

[xandtheman3]

"I don't think being assaulted by a dog will... do much for my manliness factor there, Pheebs," Xander says, who would be more indignant on his own behalf but he's... trying to be nonchalant about this whole experience.

There was definitely no consent. Xander is very much into the ladies rocking his world, not the slobbery dog beasts.

"It's very pretty hair," he says to the dog, like it can understand him and listen to reason. Why would it want to be too friendly to Phoebe and mess up her beautiful hair?

The dog-beast remains impervious to both of them, barking loudly as it rears back to start bounding it's way toward Phoebe, tongue outstretched to lick whatever... it can reach. Xander tries to tackle it from behind, but he ends up face first in the mud again.

"Oomph." Xander tried for the heroics at least.

[allmydiredreams]

Babel's returning to the Kashtta after a small stint over at the Gauche. It's only been maybe a day or so, and now she has clean clothes -- yes, she could use the laundry facilities at the Kashtta, but they hum too much. But that's not the point. The point is, she's returned.

And the minute she sees (and feels) Luke sitting there, she's dropped her duffel and is sitting next to him, arms curled around her knees and shoulders. "Spiral starting, isn't it?" she asks, softly. "Has to go up, not down, up, up you hear."

Then she just flops over, leaning her head on his shoulder. She knows he's dying, has known, for a long time. Doesn't make it hurt any less to see evidence.

[calicoway]

Luke looks up when Babel enters. He smiles at her and remembers how lucky he is, that he's not alone. How many people like him have died alone? Left in a gutter somewhere to be found by people who didn't care? It's still terrifying, sitting on the edge of it.

"Yeah, it's starting," he says, still managing a smile. His voice is hoarse, and he swallows past it, slipping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "I hear."

He presses a kiss against her face. It says thank you in ways that he couldn't. He's not sure that he could face the spiral alone, and he doesn't have to. It's enough.

[allmydiredreams]

Babel nuzzles against his shoulder, slipping her arms around his neck and giving him a hug. "Maybe just a dip," she mutters. "Maybe it's nothing deserving terror. Shh."

She smiles at the kiss. It's a very clear thank you, from someone she's spent so much time learning the bodybeat of. "Hard to get rid of me," she quips, giving him a little smile back and poking at his shoulder.

[calicoway]

"Yeah, probably is," Luke says. It's easier to believe it when he says it out loud, and it's not like he hasn't had plenty of dips before. Somehow it feels different this time. His T-Cells are lower than they've ever been before. It doesn't mean they won't come back up again.

He just doesn't want to miss out on a chance to say goodbye to the people who matter.

Hard to get rid of me.

"Yeah. 've figured that out," he says, with a sideways smile in her direction. "Not that I'd ever want to."

Luke pauses. He's been thinking back on a lot of memories lately. It's hard to stop the floods of them in his current mindset. "Remember when I first met you? You were sittin' on that curb."

It seems like years ago, but he can remember every detail of it. He told her then, I'm not leaving.

[doyoulikecake]

Kaden and Jessi are heading toward their class -- the one that she takes and he teaches -- when the fire elemental screams past them. He had been on the phone. He's still technically on the phone, but now his father's talking to deaf ears because he's too busy watching the woman run down the street. Not that he wasn't already talking to half-deaf ears; Kaden hardly ever pays attention to what his father's actually saying when they talk on the phone

[idontlikecake]

She doesn't like the fact that Kaden obviously knows this girl. Jessi doesn't like it one bit. That-- no. Kaden has been proving himself. He's been doing better. But still.

She doesn't need to see someone else get hurt. Unlike Kaden, however, Jessi doesn't mind getting her hands dirty to help someone else. Yes. She followed. It's easier just to follow half the time, and they're going the same place anyway.

"Need a change of clothes?" Jessi asks, giving Elizabeth a small smile. "If I could offer you a shower as well, I would, but I don't keep those in my car."

She'll ignore Kaden's familiarity with the girl. She can't think about it too hard. Thinking about it too hard only causes her to ask questions she'd rather not in the first place.

[pplrunincircles]

Elizabeth looks up at him at the sound of his voice and smiles. The smile says Yep, I'm dumb. It's a smile that she uses often.

"...I was trying to hide, but I guess I probably could have hidden on the other side of the dumpster, instead of inside of it." But if she had, she wouldn't be Elizabeth. Plus, with her luck, the woman would have actually come down this alleyway had she been outside of the dumpster. Her smile brightens when he takes the container off. "Thanks, Mr. BAMF! I... really don't know how this stuff happens to me all the time but it does. At least I'm not fighting handcuffs this time!" They are her mortal enemies after all, and she'd be in a rather frustrated mood if that were the case

[doyoulikecake]

Kaden laughs at the explanation. "At least it's not handcuffs, you're right," he agrees. "Being handcuffed and covered in garbage is a bit worse than handcuffed and in a bright orange jumpsuit. Plus, then I'd have to wonder who threw you into the dumpster in the first place, because there's got to have been a story behind that. But you're welcome."

Yep, Lily's followed. The smile drops off his face and he checks his watch quickly -- okay, so they have plenty of time before class starts, even if he did want to spend some time getting everything set up properly. There's even plenty of time for that. "Well, if we can get to your car and back to the building in time..." he says to Lily. "You could technically skip, but I can't walk out on a class I'm teaching." Not that he would let her skip out on class, especially not this one, but that's beside the point