Elektra walks in and takes one look at the table before doubling over in laughter. "You're prepared for everything, aren't you?" she chuckles, wincing at the same time. Four Advils and a cup of coffee later, she's feeling just slightly human.
"And look. I brought the Pope hat." She waves it around with a flourish and sticks it on her head.
*pours herself a tumbler rather than a cop of coffee, adding cream*
Nice. The pope now has ninjas in place of the Swiss Guard. Won't that obstruct crawling through vents? You'll need one of those chin straps to keep it on.
I'm not a big vent-crawler. I go in through the roof.
*sucks down some more coffee, not quite ready to try solid foods yet*
I don't think I want to know exactly what I was drinking last night. Reminds me oddly of the time my roommates and I made Jello shots with grain alcohol.
Raven gingerly eases herself into a seat. A slightly bloody life sized bust of her own head sits on the coffee table nearby. In front of it are a series of Sumerian sculptures - a throne with a constipated looking king, a cart, four oxen, and a procession of priests and priestesses. Instead of being arranged neatly before the cart, they're laying on top of it in suggestive positions.
She's still holding onto a human head sized Roman plaque of the god Janus, this one in marble with sapphire eyes. She puts it on her plate and, for a brief moment, tries to feed it the bearclaw.
When she sees the coffee, she opens a shunt into her wrist and dips her hand straight in. She sighs in relief as it hits her bloodstream.
"Thanks for the hand holding and lamaze, Mamba. That thing didn't want to come out."
"Don't put my head in the dishwasher. I don't know what kind of sealant they used on it. Try something like that and you may end up with a dishwasher full of brains." She frowns to herself and realizes that's practically an enticement for Mamba.
She looks down at her oddly lumpy abdomen. "Anything left in here of yours?"
Rather less hungover than the average mutant (alchohol on Earth, Shay is fond of saying, is about as strong and good-tasting as sweat squeezed out of the socks of a Khund who's passed out in a bar after too much Thanagarian ale - she tends to stay away from the stuff) but sporting quite a few fresh bruises as a testament to her usual style of bar-hopping, Shayera gets herself some coffee and settles in to feel superior. She could get used to this. Why couldn't she be a native resident of this universe?
Kendra would enjoy it here. She'd be nursing hangovers with the rest of them and bitching about Carter to Val.
Elektra looks her over sourly. "I see that look on your face," she says grouchily. "I suppose you're having a ball, sitting there looking like your head isn't going to fall off, don't you?"
"We could cut it off," Raven suggests. She stares down at her overstuffed abdomen. "Later. It wouldn't be much fun right now."
Her hand has shifted into a large coffee mug. "Top me off, will you, Wings? What was that stuff you were writing on the walls? I know my Arabic got a little sloppy towards the end, but I didn't recognize that language at all."
"I don't think she'll appreciate being decapitated," Elektra drawls, snickering. "She was probably writing in Thanagarian. Resident alien, and all that. Either that, or you were too drunk to decipher her handwriting.
*Ororo lurches in and grabs the Advil, tea, and an orange. She distinctly avoids looking at the remainding spread and throws herself down on the couch*
What in the goddess' name happened last night? I remember sneaking off to go pilfer from the nuns and the last thing I recall is laying at the bottom of a stairwell into the Secret Archives. And what was the take?
Raven stops trying to feed her stomach another sausage and frowns at Ororo. "What... you don't remember the Secret Archives, either? Surely somebody stopped for a good read."
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"And look. I brought the Pope hat." She waves it around with a flourish and sticks it on her head.
((Out to run errands. Back soonish, yay!))
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Nice. The pope now has ninjas in place of the Swiss Guard. Won't that obstruct crawling through vents? You'll need one of those chin straps to keep it on.
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*sucks down some more coffee, not quite ready to try solid foods yet*
I don't think I want to know exactly what I was drinking last night. Reminds me oddly of the time my roommates and I made Jello shots with grain alcohol.
((True story. Ouch.))
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((I've made mead and some other homebrews as a hobby. That stuff can get *potent*.))
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She's still holding onto a human head sized Roman plaque of the god Janus, this one in marble with sapphire eyes. She puts it on her plate and, for a brief moment, tries to feed it the bearclaw.
When she sees the coffee, she opens a shunt into her wrist and dips her hand straight in. She sighs in relief as it hits her bloodstream.
"Thanks for the hand holding and lamaze, Mamba. That thing didn't want to come out."
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I can only imagine the sting if you'd added lemon. Breakfast?
*debates whether wipe down the bust with soap and water*
We should put that through the dishwasher. You did beautifully, Raven. Nary a contraction out of place.
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She looks down at her oddly lumpy abdomen. "Anything left in here of yours?"
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Kendra would enjoy it here. She'd be nursing hangovers with the rest of them and bitching about Carter to Val.
((Must run shortly - back soon-ish.))
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Her hand has shifted into a large coffee mug. "Top me off, will you, Wings? What was that stuff you were writing on the walls? I know my Arabic got a little sloppy towards the end, but I didn't recognize that language at all."
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What in the goddess' name happened last night? I remember sneaking off to go pilfer from the nuns and the last thing I recall is laying at the bottom of a stairwell into the Secret Archives. And what was the take?
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