[closed] Out of mind, forget it, there's nothing to lose

[drinkthebleach]

Who: boundbytreason and drinkthebleach
When: Jan 20th-24th
Where: The Tower Apartments
Summary: A cloaked magic woman and a drummer with a substance abuse problem are stuck together in a snowstorm for days on end. It's like a sitcom, or a social experiment gone horribly wrong (though seriously, is there a difference between the two?)
Warnings: Probably nothing except for adult

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[boundbytreason]

[ Inwardly, Caster appreciated the little gesture of courtesy as Pickle removed his sneakers. Oftentimes, she had guests that knew nothing about proper house etiquette, and social protocol dictated that she kept silent, until she knew them better. She had slid off her own heels, leaving them in their proper place besides a small, open box of slippers for those more accustomed with Japanese customs. ]

Well, it is next to the baseball diamond. [ As she strode across the room, her robes dispelled with a faint, violet glister, leaving her dress visible. ] And...if I did that, I'd be taking up room that someone else could have had.

[ Her apartment was like any other one, but given recent circumstances, it was exceptionally pristine. Yet, all at once, it was also incredibly barren. Save for a table with a few chairs and a couch, she had no other decorations. Even her bookshelf held only unremarkable titles, such as one detailing the history of Siren's Port. ]

But it's cozy, isn't it? [ She spoke with a soft, wry chuckle. It actually didn

[drinkthebleach]

[Pickles knows next to shit about Japanese customs, despite being through the country more than once on tour, but every once in a while common courtesy acquired during childhood hits him like a mind spasm: little fragments left over from having a passive-aggressive mother.

He turns around in time to watch her cloak literally dissolve from her body in a purple haze. That would've freaked him out if he hadn't seen her cast spells before--he just blinks a couple times. Apart from the impromptu magic show though, Caster's apartment was quite mundane, bearing no signature mark that he would've tied to her or her presumed lifestyle.

Or maybe he just expected to see a spell book or something lying around. But the place doesn't look bad. He doesn't have to lie about that when she asks.] S' all right. Helluva lot bigger than the place I've got now.

[boundbytreason]

Oh? Where do you even live?

[ Now that she thought about it, she never actually had a chance to ask. She glanced over her shoulder at him as she was halfway across the room. She gauged his expression, but she also kept an eye on his position. She had disabled the trap that she set on the threshold when he entered, but whenever he moved away from the door, she would activate it once more. ]

[ After all, it never hurt to play it safe in a city like Siren's Port. ]

[drinkthebleach]

Some place in Sector Nine. [He resists the urge to roll his eyes at his own response as he leaves the general vicinity of the front door. Whenever Pickles heard the city divided into 'sectors' he felt like he was in some kind of lame sci-fi movie. The kind of trash that George Lucas wouldn't wipe his ass with. His band had been through Canada before and he couldn't remember those places having sectors.] I moved there a while ago with my pal from home.