ArchivedLogs:Will to KILL
| Will to KILL | |
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I know this is a terrible name I couldn't think of a better one SHUT UP | |
| Dramatis Personae | 2013-03-05 Peter meets Flicker, discusses the upcoming raid with Hive. |
| Location
<NYC> 403 {Hive} - Village Lofts - East Village | |
There's kind of a college-dorm feel to this place, though some of its occupants have left college behind. Entering the apartment finds visitors greeted by the perpetually messy living room, a mismatched assortment of couches and chairs (and milk crates) surrounding the wide table in the center. The wall holds a range of posters; some political, some sporty, some from video games, and a string of white lights strung over the kitchen doorway might be a holdover from Christmas. The kitchen adjacent is just as cluttered, its table unfit for eating due to its perpetual covering of books, papers, cereal boxes, projects; the fridge is usually sparsely populated. Ketchup. Beer. Not a lot of food. There are two bedrooms here, split between the four people; the fold-out couch in the living room (often folded out!) suggests that at least one of them does not actually claim a room as their own. Hive is having a visitor; that probably means he should be awake. Probably. But he isn't. After, probably, a lot of text-grousing about how Xavier's break doesn't start till tomorrow and doesn't Peter have school to be in or exams to take or someone else to be pestering Hive has fallen asleep on the couch, cellphone still clutched in one hand. He isn't alone; in lieu of pillow he has stolen Flicker's lap while the other man works on his laptop. Flicker seems well used to this situation; he's commandeered Hive's chest as a mousepad, his screen filled with colorful lines of Perl WIZARDMAGIC. Or code. Whichever. Yes, Peter has school. One has to wonder exactly how the hell he manages to go back and forth between Xavier's and the city so quickly -- although if anyone knew, Peter would probably get in /crazy/ amounts of trouble. Nevertheless, he's soon heard clamboring outside on the fire escape -- the kid seems to be allergic to front doors. Then, there's a gentle rapping -- and if the window isn't locked, Peter's pulling it open, rolling inside. Clad in a red hoodie, blue jeans, and a t-shirt with a black SPIDER symbol on it. The symbol is a bit messy and looks like he might have done it himself (possibly with a magic marker). He seems quite proud of it. << HIIIIIiiiiive... Hive, hello? Are you there? Are you asleep? HIVE HIVE hive hive hive hive hive hive hive... >> "Hello?" Hive stirs, on Flicker's lap, with a grumbling sort of noise of protest. Almost reflexively, Flicker moves his hand from the keyboard, fingers smoothing gently at Hive's hair. He has apparently been appraised of their impending visitor, because he does not look /overly/ surprised at Peter's arrival, though he does frown puzzled at his method of entry. "Hey," Flicker says, with a quick warm smile even if his tone is still confused. "Do you -- um. We have a door." In case Peter didn't know. His fingers brush at Hive's hair again, this time stopping to taptaptap against Hive's forehead. Hive grumbles again, but this time his eyes open. "Are you always that loud?" He is rubbing at his temple with his knuckles. He doesn't sit up, though he does turn to look towards the window. "The door's less sketchy," he adds. "What's up, kid?" "Yeah I know but it's easier to come in through the window when you're moving across rooftops," Peter explains. There is a flash, then -- of Peter jumping from rooftop to rooftop -- followed by a blue, furry faced man with spectacles looking at him with a disapproving stare. SO disapproving. And then Peter is waving -- rather hesitantly! -- at Flicker. "Oh! Hey. I don't think I've met -- I'm Peter." He's up and standing, slinging his school-bag on one shoulder. << He is cool, right? I mean that is a dumb question of /course/ he's cool he's in your apartment and your head in his lap and it would be weird if he /wasn't/ cool, but I just want to make sure that he's cool before I say anything CLASSIFIED. >> "Flicker is basically the coolest of cool," Hive answers aloud, which draws a puzzled glance and a slight blush from Flicker. "Hi," he says, "I'm Flicker. I live here." "-- Across rooftops," Hive echoes, with a twitch of amusement. "Some day, remind me to teach you about the subway. S'this whole new world." There's a long moment where he still doesn't move; it's only when Flicker's hand shifts off his head to move back to the keyboard that he pushes himself upright with a wince. "How're your exams going? Or gone? I dunno. Bastian did his last yesterday maybe you're through." "Huh? Oh. Right!" A flash of tests blurring beneath Peter's view. "Oh, yeah, I finished 'em all, except the math one, I think? They gave me a little extra time because I showed up in the middle of the last semester and all." He shuffles the school-bag again, awkwardly -- looking shiftily from one side of the room to the next. "But, um, I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to talk about, well, you know --" Peter drops his school-bag on the floor, before dropping to sit in front of the couch -- somewhere in front of Flicker and Hive. Peering up at them. Eyebrows wrinkled into a determined >: | |
