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Post by alexander on May 15, 2016 15:21:37 GMT
Some time has passed since the group dealt with a Marauder and the Technocracy duking it out on the street outside Alex's apartment. He's spent some time debating whether or not he should move, but has yet to follow up with Avalon to see what their opinion is. It's frustrating for him, as he was just starting to get the place looking the way he wanted it.
Then again, surveying the damage, he's unsure it's worth the trouble. A zeppelin dropped a bomb nearby, and the force of the blast blew his windows out as well as cracking the plaster on his ceiling. The protective circle on his doorstep did its job with the last moment infusion of quintessence, but Anya's reinforcement seems to have contributed to helping it scorch the walls two feet out from the doorframe. His sink and several feet of piping was sacrificed to build Dr. Stake's steampunk laser. Venisha and Chance were kind enough to help him cut the slab of marble out of the countertop where the artifact was sitting and toss in in the Thames, but he hasn't had the time to have it replaced.
Also, Alex swears the whole place still smells like pickles and borscht.
He sighs. He needs to get out and he needs to talk to the group. He starts gathering his things, texting Venisha with one hand as he does so.
"can we meet up at ur place? I'll bring food"
He doesn't even wait for the answer before he leaves, feeling better just getting away from the wreck that was his apartment.
((OOC sorry I took so long guys!))
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Venisha
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Completely cool with having last-minute house guests. Completely.
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Post by Venisha on May 15, 2016 16:59:47 GMT
Venisha is on her way out of the studio when she thinks to check her messages. "Shit shit shit," she murmurs, checking the time stamp of Alex's message.
She sends a quick text back: "sorry, teaching a class. On my way home now - come over in an hour or so?"
"I can do this," she says to herself. There's no food at home appropriate for entertaining a guest. However, there's a Sainsbury on the way home, and at least Ranjit is away for a long holiday in the country with some of his posh friends. She just hopes that he did the dishes or straightened up the living room before he left.
She puts her phone in her shoulder bag, then reconsiders and takes it out again. "Grab some take-away on your way over?" She asks Alex. Then she shoots off another text to Anya, inviting her over and telling her to bring the others. May as well make a dinner party of this and enjoy the empty flat.
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Post by Anya on May 15, 2016 17:13:58 GMT
Anya is waving goodnight to her students and their parents when she hears her phone go off. She checks the clock - she's got the studio rented for another two hours for her own practice, but she can cut it short for good reason.
To Venisha: "Want me to bring anything besides the guys?"
To Chance: "Free food and awesome company, Venisha's place, 1 hour!"
To Dr. Stake: "If you can pass off whatever you're doing to an intern without it blowing them up, we're all meeting at Venisha's in an hour. If you can't, just get a new intern."
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Post by Dr. Stake on May 16, 2016 12:52:24 GMT
Dr. Stake surveys the monkey enclosure and nods appreciatively. "Very good. I like the shrubs, should make them feel even more relaxed. Relaxed is good. Borscht?" He offers a bowl with a spoon to one of the Interns (Number 2) who takes it with an appearance of gratitude and wanders off. Dr Stake then walks over to a crowded blackboard and turns it over, revealing a sketch of the piping and pickle gun and turns to the remaining interns.
"OK, today we discuss using common household artifacts for constructing of ad-hoc-non-temporal-affected-devices for which to defend oneself. Note the use of a pickle jar with copper pipe for generation of power....." This continues for some time with the the interns taking notes.
Once class has concluded, Dr. Stake says, "OK, break into groups and begin lab work. When finished we may be attempting to construct a more permanent version."
He looks at his phone and reads Anya's message. "I am heading out. I look forward to seeing your completed work in morning."
Text to Anya - "Very good, am on way."
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Post by Chance on May 16, 2016 13:41:54 GMT
Chance has been noticeably absent for a few days, which given his propensity for solitude is not rare in itself. However, during that time, there's been some strangely lucky happenstances in the area of Alex's apartment as evidenced by some of the television reporting...
"During cleanup of the eleven hundred block of Durston Street, first responders gave thanks to a stroke of good luck today. As rescuers were inside searching for residents that needed assistance to escape, the building seemed on the verge of collapse. Dozens of terrified onlookers feared the worst. However, the building held until the last of the rescuers had emerged. A spokesman for the borough council said the men and women were extremely lucky. One woman reported seeing a figure running away from the building just before it collapsed but was unable to give a description. More on the clean up efforts after the break..."
A few other lucky breaks have helped some residents find lost sentimental items or reunite with family members who were scattered in the destruction, and some of the cleanup crews have commented on the ease with which some of the rubble has been moved to find those trapped...it must just be time for this hard hit area to receive some good luck...
When the text from Anya comes at six in the evening, Chance doesn't immediately hear it, for he's asleep on Dodger's couch. Dodger's out, so it's quiet and on the 'reminder beep', Chance's eyes open slowly to look at the phone's screen. Even in the small reflective surface, he winces at circles under his eyes from lack of sleep and wrinkles his nose as he catches the scent of his unwashed body. Dragging himself from the couch, he types back "Sure." He's not one to let the group see him like this, so he uses the time he has to shower and change. He combs his hair and styles a quiff in the front before putting on a pair of black tapered leggings, his Doc Martens and a black waistcoat over his red ribbed t-shirt. He examines a small tear in the fabric of the coat, another result of thrift store renovations. Sighing, he vows to fix it up later, but for now he needs to find a ride to Venisha's...
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Post by alexander on May 17, 2016 1:19:23 GMT
((OOC, this is on hold for a day or so for Lisa and me. Sergei went to the vet this morning and is likely going for emergency work in another hour. Sorry, but we love the cat more than most people love their kids.))
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Post by Anya on May 17, 2016 1:34:12 GMT
(Ooc: Omg poor Sergei. Totally understandable. Hope everything goes well.)
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Post by Chance on May 17, 2016 1:58:17 GMT
((OOC Sending good wishes for Sergei! Keep us posted.))
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Post by Dr. Stake on May 17, 2016 12:46:17 GMT
((OOC - Best wishes to the little kitty, and to you!))
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Post by Anya on May 17, 2016 19:58:12 GMT
Anya spends 45 minutes running some drills before taking off her pointe shoes, slipping on her hoodie, and closing up shop. She decides she could the exercise and skips the tube for the walk. When she's still a few blocks away from Venisha's flat, she spots a familiar silhouette. Grinning, she sprints forward and past Chance, spinning around and stopping in his path.
"Chance! Hi! It's been absolutely days, and I hear nothing from you but a "Sure" to an invite out? Really?" Despite her words, she is clearly just delighted to see him.
Anya has on a bright purple leotard with a white wrap skirt on over it. She's swimming in an oversized teal hoodie with the phrase "If ballet were easy, they'd call it football" on the back. She has a bag and her purse slung over her shoulders, and is wearing pink and white striped legwarmers and blue fleece boots. It was clearly ballet day.
(Ooc: Feel no rush to get back in the game, Sergei is more important, John and I thought we'd just have some fun in the meantime. Dr. S. is welcome to stumble upon us as well. Also, I blame John for making me want to up the level of description on Anya's clothes. You're just so detailed!)
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Post by Chance on May 18, 2016 16:52:17 GMT
The Anya-ambush pounce attack startles Chance, who appeared rather introspective as he walked down the street. However, his mood changes visibly at Anya's spin and he lifts a hand to shield his eyes mockingly, "Does that outfit come with sunglasses?" His grin is genuine but at her question, he shrugs noncommittally, "I was busy."
With a heavy sigh, he shakes his head, "Sorry, I don't want to lie to you. I've been helping with the cleanup outside Alex's apartment...well helping from behind the scenes really. He quickly scans for anyone listening as he continues walking alongside the brightly colored dancer, "Our actions caused a lot of problems for the folks there and left it a dog's dinner. If we're gonna do this thing...where we're taking on the Black Suits and following the Avalon group, we need to do it the right way." His voice takes on a more resolute sound, "If I'm gonna stay here, then it has to be for the right reasons. I'm not sure if that's what Alex wants to talk about, but I have to bring it up if not."
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Post by Anya on May 18, 2016 19:28:21 GMT
Anya grins and rolls her eyes at his teasing. When he shrugs off her question, she falls into step next to him, but seems willing to let the evasion go. But when he opens up, she smiles a little, before sobering up when she starts really listening to him. "Oh." She clearly hadn't thought about what might have happened in the neighborhood after the immediate danger was clear.
She walks in silence for a few steps. Then, thoughtfully, "Do you want any help? I've got classes to teach, but I've got some free time in the morning. Or after this tonight, I don't know your plans."
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Post by Chance on May 18, 2016 21:48:53 GMT
Chance gives Anya's question some thought in silence. There's a moment when he looks like he would shake his head and wave her off, but after a score of seconds, he nods "I think that'd be nice. I'll figure something out for you to do. I've been...helping from the "sidelines"" He actually makes the air quotes on the word, an obvious euphemism for magic use, "So I haven't really had much of a chance to rest. I'm pretty tapped out."
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Post by Anya on May 18, 2016 22:11:21 GMT
Gently, "Ok. Whatever you can think of, just let me know."
Anya walks a few more steps, still deep in thought.
"If we're being honest. Since it's just the two of us right now, could I ask, what made you decide to trust Alex? As leader?" This is not an idle question; Anya sounds a bit troubled.
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Post by Chance on May 19, 2016 2:32:58 GMT
Chance gives the answer some thought before answering. "Well, he was honest with me. He could have said he'd not lost anyone...he could have ignored the question. But he didn't." He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck as he continues. "Something about the way he answered...he took responsibility when it made sense, and he didn't when it wasn't his fault."
There's a smile that plays at his mouth, "And you said it, no one was going to follow anyone else. Doesn't mean I'm going to listen mindlessly. But I have a feeling he'll do right by us."
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