036. Hots On for Nowhere

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Backdated to a reasonable hour on Christmas Eve!

Brock is running around downtown Paris like an idiot, peering into shops to see which ones are closed. He rushes inside the ones that are open, but always leaves quickly after discerning they don't have exactly what he wants.

He usually isn't That Guy that shops on Christmas Eve, you see. Usually. It's just that, well, the present he'd had wrapped up for his really terrifying and violent fiancee happened to not come with them from the castle to Paris, and he wasn't really looking forward to getting stabbed in the leg for supposedly shirking gift-giving, so ... he was in a bit of a bind.

The journal may pick up the sounds of him swearing quietly under his breath as he continues looking for a gift.

This is pretty stupid.]

[ooc. open for kisses, unplanned or planned! ♥]

Comments

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[the wonders of public school ...]

Well, I got her a machete, right. But it didn't come with to Paris -- for some reason they don't have machete stores here. So I guess a knife could work ...

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, get one with a really ... I dunno, do they make ones with pretty hilts?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Probably ones that are out of my price range. [why can't Molotov be satisfied with macaroni art, why]

I don't know, does magic castle Monopoly money work here?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Ugh, I hear you. Nora does art, and -- have you been in an art store around here? The supplies are fucking expensive! ... I think it should, though. I mean, I didn't have any, but if everything else changed to make it feel like Paris, I don't see why the money wouldn't.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Well, it's Paris. Probably everything's high-end and expensive.

[Brock is assuming they don't have Crayola in Paris. Or Rose Art, that's a good brand. Brock what are you doing, no stop, you don't know anything about art.]

But yeah. I guess I'll have to wish for some or ... something. [There's this face he's making, like wishing for fake magic impossible money is the worst thing ever. Blugh.]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

... Yeah, which kinda sucks. No wonder they call 'em starving artists, right? It's fifty bucks for a pencil or whatever.

Didn't you get a job or whatever? I get paid for DJing...

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Yeah ... well, maybe you can try drawing something for her? Girls like when you try out their interests.

-- uh. Yeah, I did. I don't have any clue how to cash a check in France, though.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[wait what seriously dude. Mark will just raise an eyebrow and deadpan at him]

I think you just go to the bank. And say "Hey, I wanna cash this".

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Mark don't be rude.... Brock deadpans right back]

Gee, no kidding. No, I mean -- I don't know how much of this is real, man. I don't really want to get arrested for fraud in fake magic Paris. Maybe I'm overthinking it, who the hell knows.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

I've cashed one've mine already - I think it's all good. [he frowns] Shit. I should've thought of that, too. This place is getting to me more than I like.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well. Don't beat yourself up about it. You've been here a long time; you start to get desensitized to stuff after awhile ...