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Who: Lorne, Onizuka, Sarasim, Slade Ron Pearlmen, Lunamon, Jim Mendetta [Open to all]
What: Spring cleaning
When: Friday May 7th
Where: Hyperion Hotel and Caritas Karaoke Bar and Grill
( Yep, another slice of life thread from Al, business as usual. )
What: Spring cleaning
When: Friday May 7th
Where: Hyperion Hotel and Caritas Karaoke Bar and Grill
( Yep, another slice of life thread from Al, business as usual. )
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"This is painfully dull." Complained Lorne putting the list down for he eighth time.
With a grumble and a sigh Goblimon looked up from the bottles he was counting, "You don't have to help you know..." He offered for the fifth time.
"No no, as the captain of this partyboat I should be involved somehow...what were we on?" He looked confused at the list, as much as he loved his job on occasion he found it difficult to focus on the more tedious aspects of it. He preferred the social aspects.
"You were going to polish the bar, I was going to keep going with the important things." The frustrated partner snatched the inventory list from Lorne who sighed, and instead of polishing the bar grabbed the toolbox from one of the cupboards and slid around the bar to one of the stools upturning it. The leg had been wobbly for some time now...how hard could it be to fix?
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She sighed. "I do believe we are lost," she said.
"Why not ask that green guy where the owner is?" Kyaromon replied. Tenenbaum walked over to where Lorne was working on the bar stool.
"Excuse me?" she asked, trying to get his attention.
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"Actually I am searching for the owner of his hotel. Can you direct me to where they may be?" she asked.
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Up on the floor almost overtaken entirely by musical singing robots and their significant others, the Onizuka/Yowane apartment was wide open, windows and door to let the airflow through. It was such a beautiful day after all.
And hard at work (More or less) in the kitchen was Onizuka, wearing only a pair of jeans and his sunglasses as he fried a pan full of noodles, stereo playing in the backround.
Goblimon was flopped on the sofa messing around with the D-comm, apparently bored enough to be reading the posts people were putting up today.
Lighting a cigarette and blowing out a stream of smoke Onizuka grinned, life was good.
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Still, work had always put her in some form of a better mood, so she tried desperately to focus on that. At least until she burned her hand when she unthinkingly reached in to a still-hot engine.
Needless to say, Dart was rather worried about her, and when she realized she was out of repair supplies in the garage and attempted to wrap it in gauze and continue working, he insisted that she go home. Something was on her mind enough to cause that kind of distraction and it was obvious she needed to be away from the garage, not at it.
Haku reluctantly agreed, hoping that Onizuka wouldn't be home yet and she could go hide in their bedroom and feign some sort of tiredness worthy of not allowing herself to get out of bed, but of course he was home. With the doors and windows ( ... )
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A sort of primal instinct took hold as if he suspected his noodles were in danger and he was forced to turn to greet the newcomer only to find it was Haku. "Welcome home Baby!" He called turning down the music and setting the stove to simmer before turning and crossing the threshold in a few steps to embrace her.
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"H-hey... Dart had the garage covered for the day... figured I'd come home early."
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"Like all homes in the digital world it is in need of protection, and with so many of our residents being performers and not singers it falls to those who can to stand up for them." Sarasim explained.
"By which she means yes, there are plenty of troublemakers." Kudamon called from a lawn chair set up on the other side of the air conditioning unit. While Sarasim had been training Kudamon had been reading a trashy romance novel under an umbrella.
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"I'm sorry, I should reintroduce myself," Shanoa began. "My name is Shanoa, a demon hunter of sorts."
"However, she doesn't just kill demons though. She does poltergeists, vampires, werewolves... well just about any kind of monster really. They don't even have to be supernatural either!" Witchmon suddenly interrupted her tamer.
Shanoa patiently waited until her partner was finished with only a slight look of annoyance on her face, "Thank you Witchmon, may now continue?" Witchmon smiled sheepishly and sat down next to Kudamon. "I heard you were part of the security force of this residence, I came up here to see what I could learn from you. I believe we've spoken to each other before over the D-comms, am I right Miss Sarasim?"
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And thus we find Slade Wilson, A.K.A Ron Pearlmen as he was known around the hotel. It had been a slow and peaceful time for Slade. With his robots working tirelessly around Neon and Junk setting up safe houses and harvesting raw materials for his inventions, he had taken life at a peaceful and slow pace.
Down in the public laundry room of the Hyperion Slade folded his clothes diligently listening to the drone of the washers and the rattling of the dryers. Sooner or later he would have to return to committing larger flasher crimes if he wanted people to remember he was about, but with hardly any of the original Titans around his motivation was next to nothing these days.
Even his son was being quiet for the time being in Tetha, so unless he felt like tormenting Terra and Beastboy there really wasn't anyone from his world he felt particularly compelled to cause trouble for.
This world was not his world, and as such he felt no true desire to conquer it.
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They had been waiting quietly for the better part of half an hour and Jim was starting to become angry.
"What the hell kind of business are they running here?" He snarled through massive teeth.
"Chill out dude." Chirped the oft abused pink bird as he fluttered onto the counter, "Looks like the door greeter just slipped out for an early lunch, we'll chill out here and I'm sure he'll be back in no time."
"He better be." Jim growled with half a mind to stomp out the doors again...but they needed a place to move into as due to his frequently short temper they could no longer live at Piyomon's apartment complex (There had been an incident involving the landlord and a third story window)
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He came down the main stairs in time to overhear Jim and Piyomon's conversation. Oh damn. They were having trouble filling positions on the team again, especially with his vacations so soon after each other--it was stretching people a little thin. There should have been someone there.
"I'm not the door greeter on duty, but I can help you. What do you need?" A new resident, probably.
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He held out a hand. "Lance Blackthorn. I head security." Usually. When he wasn't always taking time off. "And the two of you are?"
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