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When; Evening of Saturday, 22 March.
Rating; PG-13 for gore?
Characters; Beyond Birthday, Mello, Near, Matt
Summary; M and B set a trap for N. However, since they have no Xanatos Gambit, things do not go quite as planned.
Log;
He'd alerted Beyond Birthday as soon as Near had agreed to coming by the apartment. It was hard to manage all of this right under Matt's nose, considering how computer savvy the other man was and the fact that all of it had been done through the Network. This doubled with his plans for B's arrival made Mello rather desperate to get Matt out of the apartment. And errand like this, he'd need a few hours.
"Hey, Matt." He sought a place on the couch behind where Matt was clicking away on his computer. "You mind going to get us something to watch? I need more chocolate, too." Ideally, it would be a shopping trip that'd take Matt a while. He could get pretty particular about movies, after all. Once he'd complained and sworn loud enough to get Matt to see things his way (it always worked out in the end), he found himself unable to relax. His .45 was hidden between the couch cushions, easy for him to grab if things went awry. He knew better than to trust Beyond Birthday.
Speaking of . . . where was he? At this rate, Near would be here before B had even arrived.
He'd barely got to treating such a concern with any real merit when the front door opened. "Matt, I thought I fucking told you to--" He looked up and it was L's visage he saw. Decked out in a party hat and streamers, the only logical explanation was that this was, in fact, Beyond Birthday. The peculiar slouch in his demeanor hinted at such. Mello stood and went to shut the door behind him, swearing under his breath. After a quick exchange, Beyond saw fit to slouch his way under the couch to cover his presence. This action only furthered the wariness Mello was beginning to feel about the whole ordeal, but such thoughts were only natural. Not that Mello was often one to get such cold feet, it was just anxiety when the only thing left for them to do was wait for Near's arrival. Mello sat on the edge of a seat facing the door, unprepared and unaware of the events that would unfold.
Rating; PG-13 for gore?
Characters; Beyond Birthday, Mello, Near, Matt
Summary; M and B set a trap for N. However, since they have no Xanatos Gambit, things do not go quite as planned.
Log;
He'd alerted Beyond Birthday as soon as Near had agreed to coming by the apartment. It was hard to manage all of this right under Matt's nose, considering how computer savvy the other man was and the fact that all of it had been done through the Network. This doubled with his plans for B's arrival made Mello rather desperate to get Matt out of the apartment. And errand like this, he'd need a few hours.
"Hey, Matt." He sought a place on the couch behind where Matt was clicking away on his computer. "You mind going to get us something to watch? I need more chocolate, too." Ideally, it would be a shopping trip that'd take Matt a while. He could get pretty particular about movies, after all. Once he'd complained and sworn loud enough to get Matt to see things his way (it always worked out in the end), he found himself unable to relax. His .45 was hidden between the couch cushions, easy for him to grab if things went awry. He knew better than to trust Beyond Birthday.
Speaking of . . . where was he? At this rate, Near would be here before B had even arrived.
He'd barely got to treating such a concern with any real merit when the front door opened. "Matt, I thought I fucking told you to--" He looked up and it was L's visage he saw. Decked out in a party hat and streamers, the only logical explanation was that this was, in fact, Beyond Birthday. The peculiar slouch in his demeanor hinted at such. Mello stood and went to shut the door behind him, swearing under his breath. After a quick exchange, Beyond saw fit to slouch his way under the couch to cover his presence. This action only furthered the wariness Mello was beginning to feel about the whole ordeal, but such thoughts were only natural. Not that Mello was often one to get such cold feet, it was just anxiety when the only thing left for them to do was wait for Near's arrival. Mello sat on the edge of a seat facing the door, unprepared and unaware of the events that would unfold.