I'm a few bricks short of a load, but a full load always hurt my back

[merlinianblood]

"Why are you doing this to me?"

David Stutler is yelling at the TV in the Kashtta's lounge.

Ghost Rider is on.

"You're not Ghost Rider, Balthazar. YOU'RE NOT GHOST RIDER!"

...a tremendous misunderstanding is in progress, here.

Someone might want to intervene before he starts shaking the-

Oh. Too late.

"GET OUT OF THERE AND STOP MESSING WITH ME, YOU CRAZY

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[sollers]

Hermione has been staring at Dave for the past several mintues. She'd decided the common room in the Tower would be a nice place to do a bit of light reading. Of course, Hermione's version of light reading is different than anybody else's.

There is a lot of staring.

And she finally opens her mouth when he starts shaking the television.

"Will you put that down?"

[merlinianblood]

"NO."

Dave is not looking at you right now, Hermione. Sorry.

"My master is in here. And he is being a GIANT-" He bites his lip. No cursing, Dave. "STUPID FACE. Balthazar. BALTHAZAR. I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME. STOP PRETENDING TO BE A COMIC BOOK HERO!"

Eventually, though, he stops shaking it.

And kicks it instead. "I'M STARTING TO REGRET BRINGING YOU BACK FROM THE DEAD, YOU KNOW."

[sollers]

This young man seems completely delusional.

"Whoever it is you think you're talking to, it's not him, and attacking the television is hardly going to help matters," Hermione says, in that self-assured way she often says thing.

She jumps a little when he kicks the television.

And gapes some more because boys can be so strange sometimes.

"Not only are you going to hurt yourself, you're going to be damaging property that isn't yours. Now put that down right now!"

Crookshanks hisses in the corner. Crookshanks is not a fan.

[merlinianblood]

Well, Dave is not a fan of cats.

So nyah.

Still, he decides that he should take a moment to breathe and gather up some rational thoughts, so he holds his hands in the air as though surrendering and takes a step away from the television.

"If that's not Balthazar, then who the hell is it, huh? If you can tell me who that is-and don't say Ghost Rider, because hahaha Ghost Rider my ass-then I'll leave it alone."

[ohshiny_tomatos]

Oh hey Kenzie. Parker is walking over to you, and she's staring. She has a look on her face like she has just smelled something fowl. Or like she sees someone who isn't her favorite person ever. She's also wearing her tiara with her every day clothes. It's a sight.

"Hey," she barks. No, she has nothing more to say. She's just here to harass.

[arrowblessed]

Thud.

This is the sound of a petite 16-year-old girl hitting the ground.

She opens her eyes with a groan and looks up, then beams when she sees Parker. Except something about her expression is... a bit disturbing. Menacing. That's a good word for it!

"Oh hiiii, Parker."

Pause.

"...what the heck is that on your head?"

[ohshiny_tomatos]

Parker does not smile back. Menacing or otherwise. This is the girl who killed Comet. They are not friends.

Her hand does reach up protectively to her head though. "It's my crown. I'm a princess." Okay, she was a princess, but that's beside the point. She likes the tiara. A lot. It makes her feel beautiful and special and lovely.

"What are you doing?"

[arrowblessed]

"Oh, you know."

Pause for comedic effect.

"Just hangin' out."

BA-DUM-CHH.

"Seriously, though. You're not a princess. Are you cra-" No, wait. Kenzie blinks up at Parker, looking all innocent. "I mean, oh, of course, your majesty miss Parker. How ever may I serve your royal whims?"

i'm so sorry but i had to.

[sitherequietly]

Shortly after he starts yelling, he has an angel of the Lord standing behind him.

"I do not believe shaking the television set will get you the intended result."

Why Castiel feels the need to intervene in this situation is simple. The man seems to be trying to invoke Balthazar, and for a brief, hopeful second, that it is his brother, Balthazar, and not some other unrelated person with the same name, but he sees that's not the case soon after he arrives.

Regardless, the man seems to be involved in an exercise in futility. Castiel just thinks he should be aware.

oh, do not apologize. THIS WILL BE AWESOME.

[merlinianblood]

"No?" Dave glances over his shoulder at Castiel and scowls. "Then you clearly don't know my master."

In Dave's defense, Balthazar's done some strange things in the past. For example, he once wanted to possess Dave's dog. Dressing up as Ghost Rider-complete with special effects!-and possessing a TV is nothing compared to dog-possession.

He gives the top of the TV a good smack, then quickly draws his hand away.

"Ow."

[sitherequietly]

Castiel does not know this. Castiel doesn't know about the strange things his own Balthazar does, as he hasn't lived through it yet. Neither of these things are important details at the moment. Castiel is mostly concerned about making sure that this boy doesn't damage himself.

Or the television.

"The Rift has many properties, but I do not believe trapping someone in a television broadcast is one of them."

[merlinianblood]

Have an eyeroll, Cas.

"If Balthazar wanted to put himself in a television, I'm sure he could. Hell, even I could, probably!" Not that he's going to.

...right now, anyway.

"Trust me, dude. You don't know my master. He often goes to great, insane lengths to teach me lessons. Like throwing me through the space-time continuum and then pretending he's a comic book hero with a flaming head, apparently!"

[wereall_addicts]

Sophie happens to rather like the Pier. Flood aside, it's where she found Parker when she returned from her trip into fairy tales, and she finds it a rather calming position to be in.

(She's also hoping that she might have the same luck with the other members of the team that she's had with Parker, but she won't express that out loud. That just makes it seem a little too needy.)

When she happens to spot Fletcher stealing a boat, however, she has to stop and smirk. Amateurs.

"Need a little help there?"

[knowmycall]

Fletcher stops and straightens up, looking over at the woman who addressed him with slightly wider-than-usual eyes. Company is not what he wanted.

"Depends on your definition of help," he says, giving her a quick once-over. She doesn't look like she's ready to arrest him. This is a good thing.

But if he's learned anything since his re-introduction to this fair city, it's that appearances can be very deceiving.

[wereall_addicts]

Company never is what anyone wants in a situation like this, but if the company intends to help you get away clean, then all the better for you. She does perk up a bit when he speaks, though. The accent reminds her of home.

"Ooh, Scottish. Now there's a brogue I haven't heard in a while." Not that it's close to her own native London, but at least it's a start. "And by help, I mean make sure that you don't get caught by the police. From what I've heard, they don't take too kindly to people stealing things."

[knowmycall]

For all the years he's lived, Fletcher's never really done much traveling, so he's a little self-conscious when people point out his accent. This time it isn't so bad, though, since he's sure this woman's probably dealt with the same.

"Today's your lucky day, then," he smirks. "And mine too, apparently. Though-and I mean no offense by this-I've gotta wonder what the catch is, or what it is you're not tellin' me. It's not every day I go borrowin' things that aren't mine, and it's even rarer when someone comes along and offers me assistance in doin' so."

[isaywe_party]

For once, Buffy isn't patrolling in the park.

Not to say she doesn't have a weapon on her -- a Slayer is always prepared (obsessively so) -- but she is not here in a hero capacity. She is there in a normal person capacity, which happens oh so rarely, but still nice to have. So Buffy is in the park, with her smoothie. It's actually a really good smoothie, so that's attracting most of her attention until she spots the girl hanging upside down in a tree.

There's something you don't see every day.

She slowly makes her way closer, trying to see if she is actually awake or not, but as she gets closer, the girl starts to slip, and the next thing Buffy knows, she's playing human pillow to the girl in the tree as they both plummet to the ground.

" ... Ow."

[arrowblessed]

Kenzie just had the strangest dream. It was like she was falling, and-

She blinks awake.

"Oh." Not a dream. She moves to sit up, then promptly realizes the ground feels less like the ground and more like... something squishy. And warm. After a few seconds of wondering, she finally looks down.

"Whoa! I was not expecting to see a body under me."

Dottity dot dot.

"I fell on you, didn't I?"

[isaywe_party]

"Yeah," Buffy sighs from her prone position on the ground. Her smoothie is gone. The falling person knocked the wind out of her a bit.

Safe to say she needs a minute.

Once that minute is over, she props herself up on her elbows and looks over at the other girl with a heavy sigh. "Sorry. Been a long time since I've had a person dropped on me." Safe to say that Buffy has learned her lesson. No more looking at sleeping girls hanging from trees.

Live and learn.

[arrowblessed]

"Sorry," Kenzie says, looking genuinely apologetic. "I don't usually fall asleep while hanging upside down from trees. But I also don't usually hang upside down from trees, so..."

Live and learn indeed.

"Maybe my brain thought I was a bat," she muses.

Because, you know, that's entirely possible.

"Are you okay?"