why do you lay so low in the grass? (open)

[sandrocker]

Who: Quatre Raberba Winner (ironinvelvet), anyone
When: June 22nd, afternoon
Where: Patrol Unit Headquarters
Format: action
What: Quatre visits HQ for what he thinks will be a brief visit and, in typical fashion, is distracted by everything ever. This is mostly for everyone I approached in the CR Meme, but anyone else is welcomed!
Warnings: n/a

Comments

[suicide_tryst]

[Oh, it's the friendly person from the first time he posted on the network, Izaya thinks, and glances in through the door. Perhaps...]

Hello there! Quatre, right?

[sandrocker]

Izaya!

[Quatre remembers you, sir. ...you're kind of a creep.]

[suicide_tryst]

Yep, that's me.

[C'mon now - he's not a creep, he just knows everything about you! ...Okay, he's kind of a creep.]

How are you this fine day?

[sandrocker]

[sldfd stalker?]

A little busy. What about you?

[twoswordjuniper]

[Deneve is going about her business as well. She's still getting a feel for the headquarters and isn't sure where everything is yet, but she's learning the layout. She doesn't look the least bit lost, though.

She sees the boy but says nothing. She doesn't expect him to speak to her either - she's also getting used to living in a place where her silver eyes don't make her someone to be feared and avoided.]

[sandrocker]

[Don't be silly, Deneve. Quatre is like an enthusiastic puppy; of course, he will speak to her.]

You're like Priscilla. [...he just sorta blurts that out on accident.] I'm sorry! That was rude of me.

[twoswordjuniper]

[She stops, stares at him as if he has said something offensive. She is not like Priscilla except in the way that he could be considered to be like any other human boy.]

You know Priscilla?

[Her voice is cold, but she hasn't stopped gathering information on the other warrior. Her question is direct and she hides nothing in her mildly annoyed expression or the glint of interest in her eyes.]

[sandrocker]

Oh [This is another apology on the tip of his tongue, until she talks.] - yes. We talk on the network often. You two don't get along?

[yetsleeping]

[She gets back from patrol feeling a little... bouncier than usual. Not for any specific reason, really, but getting work done always made her feel much more productive and lively. So, it's with a slight spring in her step that she moves through the headquarters' halls, in full armor...]

[...and then nearly trips over her own feet when she sees that face.]

Oh! Quatre?

[sandrocker]

Priscilla! Are you alright?

[Quatre notices she is...taller than him. (It's only two inches.) Woe. He thought she would be shorter; she seems so small on the Forge.]

[yetsleeping]

I'm fine! I just didn't see you there, so I was walking by and then I noticed you so I tried to stop but I just kind of got tangled up, and...

[...]

Anyway, hello.

[sandrocker]

[...Quatre didn't chuckle. Really.]

Did you just finish a patrol?

[onetoignite]

[At the top of the stairs to the second floor sits Matt, some sort of half-assed looking remote control in his gloved hands. It seems to be directing a small six-legged metal thing - another one of his robotic experiments, no doubt, but only the skeletal framework of it shows so it's hard to tell what it's meant to be.]

[It creeps up and down the steps with more or less a perfect gait until it doesn't anymore, and tumbles halfway down the stairs.]

[Matt doesn't look too bothered by the setback.]

[sandrocker]

[Quatre peers at the robot curiously when it stops in front of his feet. Then, he peers up the stairs at Matt. His inner thoughts can best be summed up by ">:3".]

What is it suppose to be?

[He walks around the robot and up the stairs.]

[onetoignite]

[Matt blows a jet of smoke off to the side as he watches the little blond approach him, and moves his feet around a little.]

Just testing some systems I'm working on, so... hell if I know. Call it a work in progress.

Oi, get off your arse. What's this?

[That last bit, obviously, called out to the robot - which surprisingly responds by flailing its weird legs until it rights itself, and immediately crawls over to where Quatre is standing.]

[sandrocker]

[Well, hello. Quatre glances back to the robot and smiles.]

It reminds me of a spider. Or maybe a crab.