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[open] said, you can go sleep at home tonight

Nov 20, 2008 19:13

Characters: Teddy/Throne (child_proteus), Billy/Want (unlostsoul), and OPEN to all.
Date/Time: November 20th to sometime next week.
Location: All around in Vegas [The Wilderness].
Rating: VERY MUCH UP IN THE AIR, APPARENTLY. Will be updated as we go.
Summary: Throne and Want emerge from their suite to see the sights of Vegas and get some chores done while they still have ( Read more... )

~supernatural: dean (mcqueen), ~young avengers: teddy (throne), ~young avengers: tommy (dash), ~ace attorney: phoenix (truth), ace attorney: edgeworth (justice), ~fma: al (fullmetal), ~original: diana (clé), ~original: novak (scales), ~good omens: crowley (fallen), ~young avengers: billy (want), ~ff8: selphie (lucy), bleach: yoruichi (bastet)

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Boulevard Mall, B Dalton Booksellers - Nov 21st, 1PM (FOR WANT) extantlaw November 21 2008, 11:52:58 UTC

Being dragged around a shopping mall by Truth was not his idea of a relaxing time. In fact, if he thought about it, being dragged around a shopping mall by anyone was not his idea of a relaxing time ( ... )

Re: Boulevard Mall, B Dalton Booksellers - Nov 21st, 1PM (FOR WANT) unlostsoul November 22 2008, 21:13:12 UTC

Want was definitely hungry again. If Throne were here to complain to, he'd probably argue that that was totally improbable given that they hadn't eaten really all that long ago, but Want could feel that undeniable gurgling in his stomach that really couldn't be anything else.

Maybe I do have a tapeworm, he thought bitterly as he wandered aimlessly up a row of stores, not really looking at anything. It would seems almost tame, though, he figured, that after all the things the Sphere had put them through. Undead tapeworm then. Zombie tapeworm. That would even be thematically appropriate.

In the hopes of trying to distract himself for long enough to actually let Throne come back, he veered into the first store he came to that seemed vaguely interesting, ie. the first one not filled with clothes. It was one of those big, arguably overly big, bookstores that seemed to be at least half-devoted to things that weren't books. Which was honestly fine by Want who felt he already spent more than enough time staring at printed words every day ( ... )

Boulevard Mall, B Dalton Booksellers - Nov 21st, 1PM (FOR WANT) extantlaw November 23 2008, 15:25:25 UTC

Justice had become used to the mannequin-like figures whose movements seemed to be accompanied by a muted white noise of sorts - much like sounds heard through an open window with the street many floors below - the volume increasing or decreasing according to proximity and numbers. In here, it was relatively quiet - even the mannequins, it seemed, were affected by that strange ability to instill a certain amount of hushed awe that books in any quantity possessed ( ... )

Nov 19th, night, Absolut Suit reckless_rebel November 21 2008, 18:09:59 UTC

Dash was juggling two boxes of pizza and couple six packs of coke when he knocked on the door to the Absolut Suit with his elbow.

"Room Service!" He called, voice falsely bright as he adjusted, shifting from one foot to the other in slight agitation, slight nervous energy.

He'd been keeping everything pretty much at arm's length since Ran died. Put on a bright face, banter a bit, pretend everything was okay. Pretend you aren't freaking out. It had practically been his mantra while Throne and Want remained missing for weeks, and weird things piled on top of more weird things.

Having them back though, it was a huge relief. It was one thing to know Drake had Want's journal, to know Want and probably Throne were both alive, somewhere. But it was kind of totally different to see them writing. Safe.

And he didn't want to freak out at them, because by all accounts they hadn't meant to go and get all lost, but he was still sort of tense. Relieved as hell, but tense. Awkward feeling.

Mostly Dash was just glad they were okay. And back. Not ( ... )

unlostsoul November 22 2008, 21:49:42 UTC

Want was lying on the floor, just beside the couch, making a face when he heard the knock at the door. Truly, he had not realized how much he missed television until he'd actually remembered what a television was, about ten minutes after entering the suite for the first time, when he'd finally managed to get the long, black panel on the wall to turn on.

He'd also forgotten how bad late night television could get, though, and that was a bit of amnesia that he was now hoping would return ( ... )

reckless_rebel November 22 2008, 23:55:36 UTC

Dash blinked when the door was yanked open in front of him. For a moment he stood, sort of half stunned and staring at the face in front of him. Identical to his face. But familiar for more then that.

The sense of relief he got, seeing Want, was surprisingly overwhelming. A feeling of thank god. And a moment later the realization that he was staring like a deer in the headlights and otherwise being a total dork caught up to him, and he sort of thrust the pizza box in front of him and grinned a little cheekily as Want relieved him of some of the load.

"Must have been my clone senses tingling." Dash declared, smirking as he stepped into the room and shut the door with his foot. "Hey, nice suit. You guys living the high life, eh?"

Even though the suit was pretty impressive, Dash kept looking back at Want, not really able to look away. It'd been a rough month. It was good to see his twin/clone/whatever alive and healthy ( ... )

Nov 21st, 8pm, in a bar near a strip club. crossroaddeal November 21 2008, 22:39:52 UTC

It was a good evening so far, McQueen thought. The normal tumultuous waves of concern, worry and confusion that had been flowing in McQueen's mind for the past few months had quieted. He felt mildly content, relaxed even ( ... )

child_proteus November 21 2008, 23:57:28 UTC

"...Necessary," Throne was saying officiously as he and Want entered the bar. His hand tugged on Want's -- meeting slightly resistence -- as he pulled his boyfriend along in his wake. "We're in Vegas, dude, and that means we've got to spend at least one night, getting grossly inebriated in some flashy bar."

There'd been a list, of course, several in fact, which they'd spent their first few days in Vegas compiling -- during those long stretches they spent in bed, picking at room service and working their way through carton after carton of ice cream. The list in particular Throne was referring to outlined "Things that Must Be Done in Vegas". Spending a night getting trashed, very loudly and in public, with the possibility of very lewd consequences was number 12.

"Anyways," Throne said very firmly tilting his head back once and nodding, "what is the point of making lists if we're going to ignore them?" Walking backwards into the brightly lit space with its cherry red walls and blue glass bar, Throne very ocassionally glanced behind ( ... )

unlostsoul November 22 2008, 22:09:06 UTC

Want rolled his eyes and reached out to give Throne a little push as he checked over his shoulder again, though not nearly hard enough to make him lose his balance. "Man," he said, "in what way could this possibly be my idea? Because either I have seriously repressed that memory or this was all you."

But despite any and all outward complaints, Want wasn't totally dreading fulfilling Item #12 on their list. At least, he wasn't now that he saw the place. It wasn't really bad. They'd past over a lot of really, really sketchy looking places, enough that Want was starting to think that they should amend #12 to getting drunk in private, with the possibility of lewd consequences, but then they'd stumbled on this place and, yeah, it wasn't bad. Just upscale enough that Want didn't feel like he was at risk of catching Hep-C just from breathing the air, but still enough of a dive that he didn't have to worry about breaking anything.

He was just getting comfortable enough to start worrying about the fact that he had no idea what he liked to ( ... )

crossroaddeal November 22 2008, 23:38:59 UTC

McQueen's head lolled to the side and his gaze moved like molasso from looking into the beer to looking up at the familiar face of Want. The grin still plastered to his face ( ... )

November 22, 2pm, in front of the Sphinx at the Luxor felinemystique November 23 2008, 00:56:55 UTC

Bastet curled up on top of one of the smaller guardian statues leading to the entrance of the Sphinx. She'd felt almost obligated to explore the Luxor, given the origin of the name she'd chosen for herself, but none of the decor resonated within her as a possible link to her past.

Paintball had made it almost impossible to go around normally without constantly being on the defensive. So she'd decided to test out her newly discovered form, figuring she'd be able to go if not unnoticed, then at least not bothered by her opponents. Most people knew better than to try to pet a strange cat. Those who didn't reconsidered after a hiss and swipe.

After dozing on and off in the sunlight, she heard a couple of familiar voices approaching. Her mood brightened as she opened her eyes to see Throne and Want walking towards her. She sat up on her haunches and meowed imperiously, hoping to catch their attention.

Yeah, she could just call out to them. But whatever--this would be more fun.

November 22, 7.30 PM, outside Orleans Hotel & Casino sauntersthrough November 23 2008, 03:54:49 UTC

For the first day or so, Fallen had merely watched the proceedings in the hotel lobby with vaguely detached disinterest. He understood the principle of the thing, of course: insert money, hope beyond hope that Fortune smiles upon you, and hope some other bastard doesn't walk away with your money. What he didn't understand was the lure, why people did it and kept doing it. He'd played a few games, won one and lost the rest, and couldn't sustain any interest ( ... )