i don't belong here

[diatomic_life]

"These cookies are so stale," Kat says to no one in particular. It's natural the cookies are stale. The cookies are Katja's. These cookies are very old. "I mean, they're ridiculously stale. But I can't stop eating them. They are the most delicious stale cookies in the world. They taste like amazing. But. But. They're all dry and gross. That doesn't

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[doyoulikecake]

Kaden was swinging through the Coffee Shop on his way to work for yet more caffeine. Because he hasn't been sleeping, and he needs to function tonight. There's a metric fuckton to do -- it doesn't help that he's just taken on two more experiments because they just lost another scientist. He'd never expected that one to last as long as she did, though, so he's not surprised. He might even be a little gleeful about having more work to do, even if it means he'll never sleep again. Sleep is completely overrated

[ilikeyourcake]

She can't say anything until the pen is down. Right hand is on the cup off coffee, left hand is letting the ink bleed through the napkin. Molly slams the mug down and drops the pen, looking over at her cousin. "You're gibberish, Minoru," she remarks childishly, grabbing the napkin and looking over it. No, that is gibberish.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She grabs another one of the napkins, lining some of them up. They have to link. Some of them have to make sense.

She can't already be slipping. Oh good. No. Some of them make sense. Not legible, but the words. They're real. They're not just -- not like the end. "Can't go home until it's finish and it's not and I didn't want to have in public but I could not it stop and I can not it stop and I need to. I can not. I can't do this."

[doyoulikecake]

Kaden tilts his head at her, making a concerned face. He's not actually concerned. He's actually somewhat elated that Molly's broken like this in public. It's a mark of pride that he's never been so spectacularly crazy in a coffee shop like this. Oh, he's spent hours in his office at school or even in his car, recording, but never somewhere where it's so blatantly obvious.

If only he had a videocamera right now. But that's at work. Oh well. He takes another sip of coffee, walking around to look at what she's pieced together. "You can speak better than that," he murmurs over the edge of the cup, "your wings aren't even out." He's ostensibly not paying much attention to her and more attention to her notes.

They really are kind of a glorious bit of evidence, all told. He picks up the original napkin from the middle of her pieced-together clump, reading it over again. Then he makes a careful circle over her notes on the floor and grabs two other pieces of them, comparing them. Well, it looks like he's comparing them,

[ilikeyourcake]

No. No

[doyoulikecake]

Kaden knows where Lily is, mostly because he's watched her for the past few minutes from one of the windows to see if she'll come back inside and settle down or not. He really doesn't want to take time out of this report he's working on (or his workday in general, really) to go get her off the sidewalk.

But he's also not going to let anyone else do it. So after a bit, he sighs and goes down to the street. He doesn't call out to her; she knows he's there, and if she knows what's good for her, she'll acknowledge that. Though, knowing her, she probably won't just to spite him. He's not sure which he'd rather she do at this point.

So for now he's just going to watch her pace angrily on the sidewalk. See what her first move is, if anything.

[idontlikecake]

Jessi glances at her brother momentarily, trying to melt all of the emotion from her face. It's not like he couldn't read her, even with a blank face, but she needs to try for herself. She can't be like this right now. She can't afford it

[doyoulikecake]

Kaden's not going to get out of her way when she does try to go back in. He'll just stay there, in her way, watching her with his arms crossed. He doesn't believe her at all.

"You can't go back in when you're still so upset," he says. "What's wrong? The job not turning out like you'd thought it would?"

He might be slightly triumphant that this happened so soon; he'd known it would. He's also a little worried. Hopefully Lily won't be entirely stupid about the information she has access to.

He has to wonder what Biosys thinks of a Fuchizaki bothered by experiments. He did warn them.

[idontlikecake]

"No," Jessi says roughly, stepping over to her brother and wrapping her arms around him. The contact is nice sometimes. She presses her lips against the skin near his ear. "It's turning out exactly like I thought it would."

She lets the hug linger for a moment, gives him a sad smile, and turns to walk back into the building. It's not like she hasn't given pieces of herself up for him before. And she'll do it again, and again, and again. She can't help it.

"I love you."

She swipes her card, stepping into the building, wishing she didn't feel like she was about to vomit.

[touchme_n_die]

Rogue walks into the coffee shop and goes to get a hot chocolate. Obviously, it's too warm for hot chocolate, but she likes it a heap better than coffee.

She hears the woman talking and she turns. There's a flash of memory and it's actually one of Rogue's memories, so she smiles. It's the lady that climbed up into the tree with her this past winter and chatted for a bit. Also? She's talking about cookies, which makes tons of sense to Rogue.

Cookies are awesome.

Once she's got her hot chocolate, she walks over to where Kat is and gives her a little wave. "Hi. If I'm buggin' you, I'll take a hike, but I recognized you and you're talkin' about cookies, so I had to come say 'hi'. So...hi."

"I'm Rogue," she adds, in case Kat doesn't remember. She doesn't remember how to pronounce the lady's last name, but she does remember that she's a chemist.

[diatomic_life]

If there is one thing Kat loves, it's people to talk to. This can sort of be seen by the fact that she's talking even when there aren't people to talk to. Well, Kat really just loves talking. It's kind of her thing

[touchme_n_die]

"Thank you." Grinning, Rogue leans over and rights the chair. She then plonks down in it and leans over a bit, resting her elbows on her knees as she listens.

She almost gets lost, but she manages to stick it out, and she bites down on her lip. There's a nod at the offer, because she's never going to say no to the offer of a cookie. "Poison doesn't really affect me, so if the poisoned ones are yummier, I'm up for it. Thanks."

There's also a moment where she stops to think. "This probably isn't the nicest thing, but I reckon if I was a cookie, I'd be a cannibalistic sort. Cookies are always nice." She doesn't really know about Sarah Lee, though.

Rogue will probably wonder later why Kat has poisoned cookies, but she's just not thinking about it right now.

[diatomic_life]

"There are a lot of things that if I were them, I'd be cannibalistic," Kat says, pushing the plate of cookies towards Rogue. She's not sure if the poisoned cookies are tastier because of her supernatural issues or if they actually are more delicious. Either way, it doesn't matter if Rogue can handle them. "Actually, I'm not entirely sure about that. I'm not really that big on food, no matter how often I force myself to enjoy it. I could probably live off of cookies and vitamins. That's really the best part of being an adult. You're allowed to eat whatever you want whenever you want. No one to tell you, 'No Kat, you can't just eat cookies because you'll get fat, lose all of your teeth, and be gross.' Nope. No one except my mother's voice in the back of my head, and I do enjoy telling her to be quiet."

[der_weevilkonig]

The shin bone's connected to the knee bone. The cellar's connected to the subcellar. The subcellar's connected to the pissy Rift and its journal, and water flows downwards.

Which may explain why Owen skids into the basement out of breath - he was kinda over by Grant Park when the ARGH. WHY? hit - and catches himself on the nearest corner to Matoi and her hose, panting.

"Matoi." Oxygen is good. Air is good. Air provides oxygen. Also, the ability to speak. "Rift. Subcellar. It doesn't like water."

[jiiiii]

"Oh," Matoi says vaguely, staring towards the basement. "I guess I should figure out a way to structure it that the subcellar is cut off from all of it."

She drops the hose, starting to undo her dress. What? Swimming won't work well in clothing. And if she's going to deal with the damage that's been done, well, swimming is going to have to happen.

[der_weevilkonig]

It's not even weird that Matoi is stripping right in front of him. Owen just reaches down, pulls off his shoes and socks, moves his mobile into his shirt pocket, and wades down in after her.

...and ignores an anomalous flash of running, cannonballing off a dock into the Cardiff Bay, breathing suspended. That hasn't happened in a while.

"It's not impossible that we'll want to use parts of this cellar for other things," he mentions. "Cells for teratological animals, for one. Do we really need the entire thing flooded?"

[jiiiii]

"We can create an airlock," Matoi points out. She's not entirely sure how to construct an airlock, but she's sure she can learn. That way, they can have an underwater adventure part and an other things part. "I mean, we'd have to anyway, if we want to still be able to access the subcellar."