Twentieth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Mal has been enjoying the peace and quiet after that whole slenderman mess. She really should have known something would ruin it. More to the point, she should have expected that speech about how her world worked on belief to come back and bite her on the ass.

Her first clue something is distinctly wrong was when she wakes up in the hallway outside her room. The next big warning klaxon is that her hair is in her eyes, that's definitely not normal. Looking down and seeing more cleavage than had been on show for a long time (ie: any) is the final horrible proof that her life is going to get especailly more difficult. Luckily, the journal is open on the floor to record her displeasure]

What the bloody HELL?!!

[She jumps up to a standing position pretty damn quickly; despite the fact this dress is clearly not designed with movement in mind, and tries her door, which does not open. Well, she's not having any of THOSE castle games, thank you very much. The journal picks up the loud BANG as she tries to punch her door off it's hinges, to no avail]

OH COME ON! What did I do to deserve this?

Comments

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Hah hah. You're a riot.

[Ad because she's so going to count that as an invitation, she wanders inside] No, thanks. I've had enough of people gawping as it is.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

You think they'd be used to cleavage by now. [Since ... 80% of the women here let that shit hang out all day, every day.

He follows her inside, going over to his wardrobe and producing some HUGE CLOTHES oh wait this might not work] ... they might need to be hemmed.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

I don't think that's physically possible for most men. [Beat] And probably a select number of women, too.

I can live with that, it's still better than what I have now. [And the second she touched them, off they vanish. Castle says NO]

1/2

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Well, that didn't work.

What now? I guess you can hide in here.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[An amused sound]

Won't your lady friend object a little to that?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Nah ... this can be our second date, if she gets pissy about it. I don't think she's allowed to get mad if I'm just hanging out with you.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

You really do know how to treat a girl.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

You don't know the half of it. Follow me, I'll make you some coffee.

[Brock's room has a little kitchenette, and sure enough, there is a coffee machine over there.] You take it black, right? Like sludge-black.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Okay, coffee wins him back points, she follows]

The only way to drink it if you ask me.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

I don't think it counts as drinking if there's chewing involved.

[He isn't really sure how to make coffee that thick, but he is willing to try! He just sort of fiddles around with the coffee machine for a minute, then sets it to brew.]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

You haven't tried Klatchian coffee. That stuff makes you go knurd.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

You just used a whole bunch of words I don't understand.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Welcome to my daily life here.

Klatch is a country on my planet, it makes very strong coffee. Knurd is a state of... hyper awareness? It's like the opposite of being drunk.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Haha, oh Brock. How's it feel to be at the receiving of someone else's completely alien pop culture references?]

That sounds like it would make your heart explode. [... can vampire have heart attacks NO DON'T ASK THAT, that's stupid]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Bet it feels PRETTY DAMN WEIRD]

Nah, though most people who drink it end up mad, or a philosopher. You see the world in all it's harsh reality. [That really is a stupid question, Brock]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[YES. You'd think he would learn his lesson from this ... but he probably won't.]

I think I'll stay way from that stuff, then. I kinda like being sane.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Of course not!]

I can't seem to get it anyway. It's a real shame, that's good stuff.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

You try wishing for it?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

No thanks, I'd rather not wish for anything. Magic always comes with a price, even if you don't have to pay it right away.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I don't blame you. Well, maybe you'll get lucky and some kind of barista from your planet will show up.

[Whoop, coffee's done! Brock pours her a cup and hands it over.] Let me know if it's not disgusting enough.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

At this point, I'd be happy if anyone from my planet showed up. ...Except for maybe Strappi. I'd have to kill him.

[Takes that delicious cup of tar and has a sip] Perfectly toxic in every way.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Yay, he successfully brewed a cup of sludge! Good for you, Brock. That is a useful skill. Since he doesn't want to drink any of that but he still feels weird just staring at her while she drinks, Brock lights a cigarette and leans back against the counter.]

There's a story behind that one. Who's Strappi?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Nice job at looking natural, bro. She'' be nice for once, seen as you offered her sanctuary and coffee, and not mock you for it]

The corporal I replaced in our regiment. A slimy little deserter who made it his mission to make our lives miserable up to the point he realised he was expected to actually fight in the war.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Pfft. Pacifists. I hope he got what was comin' to him.