you can't take that away from me

[cantbelocked]

Since the Conrad explosion, one Rusty Hunt has been missing from Chicago. Well, honestly he hasn't been missing. The Rani knows exactly where he is. He's been being taken care of just as well as the other creatures she snagged. Really, it's all the same to her. The brain structures of the Gallifreyanoids on this planet are just as similar to her

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[pplrunincircles]

Elizabeth is at the Gauche looking for Tabitha.

Eventually, she ends up in the kitchen, frowning worriedly from the doorway. And then she walks further into the room across the floor.

"Hey," she says, approaching from behind and giving her a quick, careful hug. "What are you eating?"

[quiettotheend]

"Isscrim," Tabitha says, scooching the container towards where Elizabeth can see. Perhaps the best part about not really having any parents around is the fact that she can eat the ice cream directly out of the container. It tastes better that way. Putting it in a bowl really ruins the flavor.

It's just vanilla ice cream, but Tabitha's dumped an entire box of chocolate chips into what's left of the gallon container. She grins at Elizabeth, the spoon still in her mouth. "Wansom?"

[pplrunincircles]

Elizabeth peeks into the container. She approves of tossing random sugary foods into other sugary foods. It's something that she does often. Though she guesses chocolate chips into vanilla ice cream isn't too random.

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks," she says with a small smile, sitting down. "How've... how are you?"

She seems much cheerier than the last time that Elizabeth ran into her. Maybe something good has happened?

[quiettotheend]

"Great," Tabitha says, specifically picking out chocolate chips with her spoon. It's like she doesn't even recognize how odd it is that she's feeling so well. But she is feeling well. She hasn't felt this great in a long time. It's hard to remember that she was feeling poor enough to be put in an in-patient facility so short of a time ago.

"Bit achy, and the room still spins when I stand up, but otherwise, I'm feeling fantastic."

[godtooksides]

The angel's in Grant Park, because when is he not? Though right now he's not so much existing in Grant Park as walking through it with a cigarette. He can't stay in one space for the time it takes to smoke, so he's technically pacing, though it's hard to tell that unless you watch him for awhile because the points he's pacing between are so far apart -- one end of the park to the other.

The cigarette is just there because he has them. So why not?

Of course, he wasn't betting on a gaggle of Disney-esque birds to run into him. So when a cloud of them descend upon him, chirping gaily, and try to steal his cigarette, he -- well, he flails like a lunatic, batting at each bird and cursing. And subsequently dropping his cigarette anyway.

"What the fucking shit is--go away!" More flailing, until it seems that every last one of these way-too-fucking-happy birds are off him. Then picks the cigarette off the grass, cursing as it appears to not be lit anymore, and raises a warning hand to a bird that's getting to close. He will

[consumesflesh]

Sunshine sees the cigarette.

Sunshine wants a cigarette.

Sunshine stares at the angel.

Sunshine does not register his question.

Sunshine says, "If you bum me a cigarette, I'll give you a pack later."

Sunshine's pretty sure that's a sweet deal.

Sunshine wishes cigarettes were easier to carry while nude.

[godtooksides]

Well, to be honest, it wasn't really an actual question. The angel lights his cigarette again and stares right back at her, his eyes very firmly on her face. He's not sure he wants anything to do with this girl, though she has enough tattoos to seem clothed -- the clothes or lack thereof are not the point. The point is, she's obviously insane if she's going to run naked through Grant Park. With Disney birds.

But it's really hard to say no to a free pack of cigarettes.

So after a second he digs in his pocket again, this time taking out the crumpled pack and offering it toward her. He's not going to let go of it, but she can yoink one if she really wants. "They're kind--really fuckin' squished," he says as an apology. "What the fuck's with the." He doesn't finish the sentence. Just flails a hand in the direction of the lurking happy birds. Fucking birds.

WARNING: THIS TAG CONTAINS ANIMAL ABUSE

[consumesflesh]

"Those?"

Sunshine turns around to stare at the happily chirping entourage she has. One of them decides it's a good idea to dive down toward the angel -- presumably to pick up his hair or something.

"What the fuck," Sunshine agrees, first grabbing the dive-bombing bird and throwing it against a tree with a resounding splat. Hey, the guy looks twitchy enough. He doesn't need overly cheery birds divebombing him. They look happy enough that they might feast on human flesh or something. This is Chicago, after all.

But she gladly takes a cigarette, motioning for his lighter.

"Those things are skeevy as fuck."

[tempered_scars]

Wes Gannon is wondering why on earth Sunshine is being followed by a gaggle of birds out of a cartoon. This is proof that Wes has possibly spent enough time around Sunshine, considering he does not wonder why she is naked.

It's Sunshine.

"What--" he tilts his head to the side, looking thoroughly confused. "What is this? I don't--"

Here, Sunshine. Have a Wesley.

[consumesflesh]

Sunshine stares at Wes right back.

"So you can see them too?" she asks in a hushed tone. This makes her feel a lot better because she was starting to worry that this was really a trip. And in her humble opinion, creepy Disney birds are the precursor to a really bad trip.

This news is apparently good enough for her to fly over to Wes and give him a very tight hug. "I'm just so fucking happy."

[tempered_scars]

"Yeah, they're big damn birds and why the hale are they following ya?" His accent is thicker than ever apparently, and he really does pronounce 'hell' like that, Sunshine.

He wonders if this is something similar to her worry back at the Conrad, where she refused to stay because of all the things that would talk to her. Wes doesn't always know, and sometimes it's best not to ask.

Letting out a low laugh, he shakes her head and hugs her back. Yeah, she's naked, but Wes--old that he is--can be progressive and go with the flow, okay? "Happy's good. I like it when yer happy, now seriously, what's up with the birds? Rift get bored and decided monsters were no longer the thing to bring over?"

[consumesflesh]

"I don't know," Sunshine says, staring up at him. She gives him a quick kiss before letting go of him and stands akimbo, deciding to look at the birds instead. "I bet they try and eat my brains while I'm not looking."

Because of course, the rift couldn't have given her perfectly normal Disneyesque birds. There has to be brain nomming in there somewhere.

"They definitely look evil."

Oddly enough, Sunshine has never actually seen a movie. Due to growing up on a commune, she didn't actually see her first movie until she was 17. And at that age, Disney really wasn't something she was interested in. Not enough blood, violence, martial arts, fighting, or Uma Thurman.