Who: Phobos, Deimos, Caerus, Zora, anyone else who fancies dropping in What: Deimos has a squat party Where: Deimos' 'house' When: later that day Warnings: weirdness....
Phobos was coming over to his house! Phobos and Uncle Caerus and Zora was coming too and everyone and he'd have company around and he wouldn't have to freeze tonight cause they'd all stay over and he could curl up with them all and it'd be good.
He'd found a broom from somewhere and had swept all the dirt and dust from the first floor into the corner, piling it up so that his brother and his uncle would have somewhere comfortable to sleep. He'd only been in his house for a day or two and Deimos was already filthy dirty down one side where he'd curled up and slept on the boards, his hair likewise dirty and tangled like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards.
Fridge was standing with it's door open, rocks cleaned out and all the little bits and pieces that Deimos had salvaged from Disneyland and the return flight were lined up on the top shelf; some wood from the train ride, some screws, the half melted plastic head of Donald Duck, a misshapen Mickey Mouse and Minnie couple who were supposed to waltz around on a stand but which were currently still as SOMETHING was leaking out of the clockwork. He had a lock of some child's hair and yet more teeth, these not capped in metal.
He looked around, pleased at his work, and then went downstairs, putting a foot through one of them accidentally before he jumped down to the bottom and opened his front door, sitting on the step with a cigarette in hand and waiting for his guests.