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savetheearth2014-04-25 11:55 pm
argents) wrote in savetheearth2014-04-25 11:55 pm
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Who: Banagher (argents) & Michelle (sixpetals)
When: Horribly backdated to earlyish-April.
Where: Lord of the Fries!
What: Item monsters before Geoff cleaned house.
[ Somehow, Banagher keeps finding himself in situations where he learns the hard way that stir-crazy isn't a good look for him. This time, it's mostly his own fault — it's not like the FBI stuffed him in a hotel and threw away the key. But he hasn't exactly been keen on leaving for long periods of time either, mostly for lack of anywhere to go besides class, and then the (literally) bigger issue. He trusted them well enough, but all the while, it was obvious that information was what they were after. Part of him doesn't trust that the Unicorn won't be in pieces on the makeshift hangar's floor by the time he got back.
That, and he's pretty sure that he's going to be tailed, regardless.
Luckily he's been able to enjoy a short lunch in relative peace despite that. Lord of the Fries was a pretty campy place, but it was close by and had good food, so he has no complaints. While he finishes up — "Happy Grillmore" grilled cheese? awesome — he gives the menu another once-over. Maybe he'd grab something for Eugen too, while he was out. He seemed to be even less inclined to leave the Gundams unattended with their government-issue babysitters.
Flipping the menu over, something grabs Banagher's attention from the corner of his eye. A teddy bear. Plain, unassuming, and brown, with a red ribbon tied around its neck. Ordinary in every way aside from the fact that it's standing there staring at him.
The urge to leap to his feet and probably flip the table in the process is narrowly avoided thanks to the waitress approaching.
And here is a very still Banagher, flashing her an urgent glance that he hopes says:
Holy shit you probably really shouldn't come this way. ]
argents) & Michelle (sixpetals)When: Horribly backdated to earlyish-April.
Where: Lord of the Fries!
What: Item monsters before Geoff cleaned house.
[ Somehow, Banagher keeps finding himself in situations where he learns the hard way that stir-crazy isn't a good look for him. This time, it's mostly his own fault — it's not like the FBI stuffed him in a hotel and threw away the key. But he hasn't exactly been keen on leaving for long periods of time either, mostly for lack of anywhere to go besides class, and then the (literally) bigger issue. He trusted them well enough, but all the while, it was obvious that information was what they were after. Part of him doesn't trust that the Unicorn won't be in pieces on the makeshift hangar's floor by the time he got back.
That, and he's pretty sure that he's going to be tailed, regardless.
Luckily he's been able to enjoy a short lunch in relative peace despite that. Lord of the Fries was a pretty campy place, but it was close by and had good food, so he has no complaints. While he finishes up — "Happy Grillmore" grilled cheese? awesome — he gives the menu another once-over. Maybe he'd grab something for Eugen too, while he was out. He seemed to be even less inclined to leave the Gundams unattended with their government-issue babysitters.
Flipping the menu over, something grabs Banagher's attention from the corner of his eye. A teddy bear. Plain, unassuming, and brown, with a red ribbon tied around its neck. Ordinary in every way aside from the fact that it's standing there staring at him.
The urge to leap to his feet and probably flip the table in the process is narrowly avoided thanks to the waitress approaching.
And here is a very still Banagher, flashing her an urgent glance that he hopes says:
Holy shit you probably really shouldn't come this way. ]
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She, unfortunately, misses Banagher's urgent glance on her way over. What she doesn't miss, though, is the goddamn stuffed bear standing on its own, and--
--holy shit, did it just turn to look at her?!
Michelle manages not to scream, but that sure is a growing puddle of water on the floor there from the jug that's gone slack in her hand.]