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Dramatis Personae Alexandrine, Jackson, Jim, Lucien, Micah, Nox, Sebastian, Shane, Tag, Tatters, Marrow, Desirée, Matt, Spencer	2013-02-10 Post-Snowpocalypse Warmingup.
Location <NYC> 303 {Holland} - Village Lofts - East Village
This apartment is cheerful, in its way -- bright and airy, its floor plan open and a plethora of windows providing it with an abundance of light. The tiny entrance hall opens into a living room, small, though its sparse furniture and lack of clutter give it a more open feel. The decor is subdued and minimalist; black and white is the dominant theme, with occasional splashes of deep crimson to offset the monochrome. The couch and armchair are upholstered in black corduroy, the low wide coffee table central is black wood and glass-topped, and a few large pillowy beanbags provide additional seating by the large windows that dominate the back wall. Towards the back, a couple of doors lead off into bedrooms and bathroom, and to the right, the kitchen's tile is separated from the living room's dark hardwood floors by black countertops. Above the bedroom to one side, there is higher space; a ladder climbs up to a lofted area looking down on the living room. Standing in front of the partition between living and cooking area is a large fish tank: one lone Betta, blood-red, swims regally among several species of black and silver fish. A hallway beyond the kitchen leads further into the apartment. Another bathroom stands just into the hall and the farthest door leads to the apartment's final bedroom, the door usually kept shut to hold in the acrid fumes of turpentine and paints from within. Jackson's apartment is very much cop-free. It's been cleaned up since its /indoor/ snowball fight yesterday, floors gleaming once more, and additionally sports new decoration on the wall, a number of large stained-glass-looking turtles in rainbowy colours against the white. Jackson stops in the doorway, eying the floors, slipping his /own/ shoes off but not bothering his usual request of Everyone Else's Shoes, too. "Okay. One GIANT pot of cocoa coming up -- uh. Anyone want -- I've got like a jillion leftovers. Sweet potato stew? Lentils? Um. Popcorn? I don't know, what do people eat?" "/Everything/," Jim answers, hot on his trail, "I'll help you get it out." Once he peels off his boots and jacket. "Hey, who's got my hat?" Asked while walking backwards on the way to the kitchen. Lucien has collected Siblings, a whole cadre of them, in the form of one very small and hyperactive five-year-old girl, one sullen and taciturn nine-year-old boy, one willowy teenager, and one thin Oldest Brother. The middle of these is spinning Jim's hat on one long finger. She puts it on her head afterwards. "What hat?" How strange it is to be in a normal dwelling. With people! Odd people, to be sure, but people all the same. This isn't like drifting through the public eye, or even sitting in a jazz club. Nox is made bashful by it and so keeps close to Tatters, playing her shadow (ha!). Tatters is, after all, the Knight. "...cocoa is prize enough." But it's the softest of comments, made beneath the sound of so many tromping feet. Shivering quite visibly now, Tag slinks gracefully into the warmth of the apartment. His boots are frozen to the cuffs of his jeans, as he finds when he removes them along with his scarf and the red jacket, which seems to have snow lodged in every crevice. Beneath it, he wears a space-dyed sweater of blue and purple, and a small red brocade pouch dangles from a red cord around his neck. "Um, I'm okay with anything as long as it's not cold," he says, edging farther and farther into the room to make space for people arriving behind him, still hugging himself. "I can help with stuff, if you would like more hands..." "Do you wanna see my spider?" This is Spencer's /immediate question/, upon finding Other Children in his house. He is already grabbing at hands, tugtugtugging away to show off /his/ prize. "That hat," Shane says, flicking clawed fingers at the brim of Jim's hat on TessierGirl's head. "Hey. S'your name." "Prize...that's a good point." Tatters stops in the door and steps out of the way as best she can, leaning against a wall and working off her boots. "Who /won/ that battle, anyways? Are we all winners? Wait no, did the /cops/ win? Should we offer the cops cocoa?" So many questions! Predictably, Lily is there first, appearing from the side when Jax opens the door, though she quickly !s and vanishes when Jim asks about his hat -- and returns a minute later once it's clear the he's inside. Marrow just eyes the surroundings suspiciously then gets /dragged/ off to see SPIDER. "Pa wants help." Bastian answers Tag /for/ Jax. "But he wants no more than /two/ helps or he'll freak /out/ in the kitchen so you can go with Jim and nobody else. Everyone else get warm and comfortable. I'm changing. Anyone uh. Need. -- OK not many of you would fit in my clothes. I'll get towels, though." Micah tucks his crutches, which were only needed for the snow and ice, into the corner that is filling up with wet outdoor gear. In an attempt not to drip all over this kind stranger's floor, he also sheds several layers of coats, gloves, scarves, and a hat. Turns out he's a pretty skinny kid under all of that cloth! The right boot joins the mess quickly, but getting the boot off of his prosthetic foot takes a little more effort, as well as sitting for stability. He claims the seat closest to the door for the task. Nox does not shed her trench coat but she does step out of her galoshes--literally, her feet passing through them--to leave them to drip dry near the door. The umbrella is left as well. She curls her hands together and rests them against her chest, just beneath her chin, as she slips along the wall to take up point near Tatters. "One supposes they won by default. The field was left to them. Now we lick our wounds and regroup...do you have glasses, sweetheart? The light." "Long as it's not lost," Jim grumps, because... who takes hats away from little girls? "Hey, 'I fight authority, authority always wins', huh?" He's talking while periodically sticking his head out from where he's helping (and lurking and /taking/ things from Jax if his arms are getting full). "I'm Jim, by the way. I don't live here. I don't even know half you people." Jackson's apartment /is/ very bright. There's kind of an inordinate number of lamps, and the comment makes Jackson glance out of the kitchen where he's put a big pot on the stove, filling it with a laaaarge amount of coconut-almond milk. "Um, nobody's got any nut allergies or anything, do they? -- Oh, gosh, sorry, s'the light a bother, I can --" Frown. He can frown, apparently, and then slowly the amount of light in the room dims. "S'okay," he adds to Jim, "/I/ don't know half these people." Alexandrine is a long time straggling up to Jax's place, a box full of mugs, and a big tupperware container of brownies and cookies that were made as a sort of welcome thing for her new roomie. But she can make more, and Ezekiel is taking a hot shower to thaw, anyhow. Which was more incentive for the redhead to hot foot it upstairs. She knocks before she slips in, in sock feet and her dry clothes. "Hey Jax? Brought mugs and um,..snackish stuff." "Desi," the teenager is answering Shane. She's making her own exploration of the room as the youngest two get carted away with Spencer. Shamelessly nosy. Poking at the turtles on the wall. Poking at the twins' door. "No nut allergies," Matt confirms; he's leaning heavily against Lucien's side to de-shoe himself, clinging to the taller brother as steadily as though he /were/ a crutch. "Just don't, um, make your cocoa with sesame." "Who won that fight, anyway?" Lucien sounds a little puzzled. "Micah was whacking those things pretty hard, but Tag made the most, ah, /splash/." With all the colour. "And you," he is gesturing towards Tatters and Nox both, "claimed the last fort standing." "HEY." Marrow glares and pokes her head back into the room, giving Lucien a Look. "That was /me,/ don't be giving /her/ the fucking credit." "Uh, everyone who gets cocoa won. Duh." Shane says this /exactly like/ Duh. He's also following Desi much the way he would follow a cat he is expecting to claw his things. Watching. Warily. "S'my room. Why're you poking?" "It was..." Nox intended to say nothing but is interrupted by foul-mouthed teenager. With the lights dimmed, the shifting of her expression to disapproving is more visible. "I /can/ take you home," she hisses--and the light dims just a liiiittle more in the area of that doorway. Briefly. "Not a technical victory," she goes on quietly, sinking into one of the beanbag chairs. It's perfect for curling in; she rests with a sigh. After a moment, she thinks to add, "Nox," and that's presumably intended as an introduction. Following Jim into the kitchen, Tag washes his hands vigorously. In warm water. Then he skips to the door and relieves Alex of mugbox. "Ooh, brownies!" he says, as though regarding an exotic delicacy. "Hey, we didn't just win cocoa. We won /brownies!/" He sets the mugs down out of the way of cocoa-prep and stares around the room again with a slightly wistful smile. "Wow...it's like a real Lunar New Year celebration here! Except it's more like a snowpocalypse celebration. Or a not-getting-arrested celebration..." "Nox like night nox? Are you my pa's nemesis?" Sebastian asks, seeming more amused than challenging. "Cuz he's totally Lux. Hey, brownies!" His smile is bright and, here at home, briefly toothy. "-- New Y-- oh /wow/, it /is/, isn't it?" His eyes widen, and he darts over to Shane, murmuring something to his brother quick and eager and very much not-in-English. Victory! The left boot has been removed and is consigned to the corner with its mate. Micah /sinks/ back into the chair. "I can't feel my /anything/ anymore. I am a meat popsicle." He offers a little salute to Jax. "Thanks for letting me invade your place... I think I might have frozen to death if I'd just gone back to my van from there. Also, that would have been a /much longer/ run. Without my actual runnin' foot." Alexandrine grins at Tag, mouthing a thank you as she is relieved of her burden, There's a dart of a look at Micah, a snort. "Now Ah wanna watch Fifth Element.." She moves to snag a brownie for herself, mentioning for anyone who cares. "Brownies an' cookies aren't vegan." A guilty expression. "Sorry Jax." "S'okay," Jackson says cheerfully, "most things aren't. Uh, 'cept in this apartment, I mean, most things /here/ are." He turns the stove on, leting the milk start to heat, and meanwhile gets out a big jar of sugar. Big jar of cocoa powder. Cinnamon. Cayenne. "S'it New Year? Happy New Year! Um, I think I'd need to fight to have a nemesis. -- Hey no problem! Thanks for joining my /army/," he tells Micah. "No dyin' allowed. This ain't running weather, foots or no foots." "Lux? Truly? But I'm no nemesis," Nox is quick to assure Sebastian, before he's darting off. "Only a poor fighter, myself. That's why we have Knights," she also assures Jax, all evidence to the contrary. Unless, of course, one is a brownie. One of those she'll happily take for herself, sinking back to nibble at it while watching this motley crew engage with each other. "We'll take care of those for him," Jim emerges long enough to contribute his time and effort to EATING BROWNIES. "Nox. Accurate." He toasts the room's resident Shadow Figure with a square of baked-goods, "How about the rest of you. What'ya'name. Where'ya'from." It's not speaking in a strictly New York accent. But it is rich in New York SPIRIT (in that he's casually stuffed half his brownie into the side of one cheek. His tree-bark roughened skin has begun to abate, at least from his face and the insides of his hands. It's warmer with it on. "Cuz it's your room," Desi answers Shane, disappearing inside it. Curious. Like a cat. It's probably not a bad idea to be following after her. Lucien guides Matt further into the room to steer him over and settle him down on a couch. And snag a pair of brownies for the both of them. "Thank you," he tells Alexandrine, with a polite nod of her head. "-- What happens in the Fifth Element?" He looks between Alexandrine and Micah, curious. Matt is busy falling asleep already. He was snowball fighting with the little children. They're tiring even when you /aren't/ sick. Shane FROWNS. Worriedly. He disappears into his room after Desi. Just in case. "Sure. My roommate can blame himself he lingers in the shower and misses his brownies." There's a faint grin, before brows lift. "Just a line in the movie, they ask the main guy to identify himself. He says negative, he's a meat popsicle." She shrugs, a glance at Jim. "Alexandrine. New Orleans." "Lux," Jackson says, "ain't a name that's /stuck/ but it fits --" He lifts a hand towards the nearest of his lamps, and light streams from it to coalesce around his hand. Just for a moment. "One war's enough for the day, though, so we'll hafta have a truce before we're even properly nemes... i?" He's rummaging in the fridge. Getting a pot of stew. Setting it on the stove, too. "Tag, honey-honey, can you make sure this don't -- burn. Wow." He's looking around his apartment like he's only /just/ noticed how many people it's sprouted. And hastily moves to a cabinet to count his plates. Micah chuckles, responding to Lucien's question first. "Flying taxis. Half-naked orange-haired woman. Aliens. Spaceships. Bruce Willis saves the world. Chris Tucker is /hilarious/ and possesses a superhuman falsetto range. I don't want to ruin it with details, because it's /worth watching./" Then to Jim, "I'm Micah. From Virginia, but been here about 6 months now. Keep getting myself into runnin' situations, somehow..." Nox brushes gloved fingers over her lips to remove any brownie crumbs. Jax's display is observed with interest and a narrowing of the eyes that has nothing to do with hostility and everything to do about limiting discomfort. "Apt," she murmurs. "I'm content with a truce...I'd be a poor nemesis for Lux in any case." She tilts her head at Jim. "Ah...we're from. Camelot?" She hums, amused. "You've come far just for brownies," Sebastian says, sharp teeth flashing for a brief moment in a cheerful bright smile. "Wait, you've never seen the Fifth Element? It's /awesome/." Lucien gets a look that's almost pitying. "I'm Bastian," he tells Jim. "I'm from here." "Camelot it is," Jim will take it as an answer, "Alexandrine, Micah. I know who you are, smartass." The last is aimed at Sebastian, along with a hot pad holder tossed at him like a frisbee. "We got enough plates? Pff, like hell we'd would. I'm gonna run upstairs and take a few." And by a few, he means... MOST. Eventually, someone upstairs will probably notice their cabinets are empty. Or who knows, maybe he'll find some paper plates - a staple of bachelor life. He's heading out the door barefoot. "I'm Jill. You've met Lily, I think. That's Marrow over there with the hair. And it's not /that/ far." Tatters has been quiet thus far, grabbing a seat in a corner and sitting concentrating on reconstructing her left forearm. She remains quiet-ish, as she raises her hand and wiggles her fingers, frowning. "Yes, Sir!" Tag gets to the stirring, but follows the conversation with interest. "I'm Tag. I...tag things. Sometimes I deliver things, too. Right now I am stirring things." This last with a very serious nod. "Nice meeting you again, Jill-and-Lily," he adds with a sheepish smile. "I kind of ran off without introductions last time..." Alexandrine will stay a while, getting names and chatting a little bit. Eventually, she will gather up mugs used or not, to truck back downstairs to check on Ezekiel. Jax will continue brewing up some cocoas. A little cinnamony, a little spicy. There'll be stew to follow, if everyone isn't too full of brownies and cookies. And absolutely no tickets. The BEST kind of party.