Mort Toynbee (amphibiously) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2010-03-21 18:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | lila cheney, mortimer toynbee |
Lila and Mort
SUMMARY! A short log in which Mort approaches Lila for information regarding intelligent lifeforms outside planet Earth. It does not go well. Mostly because it's Mort.
MORT: Mort was a deep thinker. Really, it was not unusual to see him sitting outside on a nice day, chin in his hand and just pondering the existence of life.
Well, actually that was a load of bollocks; but that's what he would have liked people to believe. However on this particular day, whilst watching an episode of Deep Space Nine, his thoughts wondered further than where he could get his next cigarette from, and into the realm of the extraterrestrial. It was entirely possible, right? The universe was exponentially large, never ending, even. Surely there must be something out there, some sort of intelligent lifefrom apart from their own (himself probably not included). He wasn't entirely sure he believed the autistic homo who liked to name himself after stars and the pink haired retard girl were actually from another planet. Afterall, they weren't green. Everyone knew aliens were green. Mort wasn't stupid.
After Star Trek finished, Mort pulled himself up off the couch, and decided to make his way to the one person who may be able to shed some light onto this topic: Lila Cheney. He already knew what room she stayed in, so it wasn't long before he was knocking on her door, quite a well formed question poised at the tip of his (25 foot) tongue.
LILA: Lila Cheney was in the middle of some work, but she was currently picking up stuff around her room -- dirty clothes, pieces of paper she had scribbled on, wrappers for take-out food that she had left. When someone knocked at her door, she was already by it to answer it.
She swung the door open and saw the resident creeper in the hallway. She raised an eyebrow as she continued to hang onto the door, prepared to close it on him on a moment's notice. In the least sexy voice she could drudge up, she asked, "What do you want?" If he had some legitimate request, she'd think about it, but she didn't need him lurking around her room. She suddenly felt better about sleeping where Forge slept a good amount of the time.
MORT: Drawing himself up so he wasn't half crouching at her door when she opened it (even if it did happen to be a much more comfortable position for him), Mort rolled his head to the side and offered her his best attempt at a friendly smile. "Lila?" His hands found their way into the inside of his pockets, and he blinked several times, before continuing, "I was wondering if you had a moment," here he paused to look over her shoulder into her room - it didn't appear like she had company, so he squared his shoulders and continued, "to discuss the possibility of extraterrestrial life with me." One brit to another. How could she turn an opportunity like this down, right? Come to think of it, this was a fucking awesome pick up line - especially when addressing an intergalactic teleporter, so with this in mind, he pushed a hand through his matted hair and set her with an unblinking stare. How do you do, Miss Cheney.
LILA: Lila's stared at him for a second (he really was an unfortunate looking fellow) before she promptly started laughing, mostly to herself. Oh, this guy was hilarious. She shook her head as she already began turning away from him, the door shut in his face. She wasn't going to take the time to discuss this with anyone, much less Mort. Now, where was she?
MORT: Mort raised his eyebrows in surprise when she began to laugh, and his shoulders visibly slumped as the door was closed with a neat little 'click' in his face. "Fuckin' aliens." He finally muttered to himself before deciding to return back to the television. Maybe catch another episode of Star Trek then find Rogue at work, or something. Whatever. Lila Cheney, you were a bitch and a half. "Bet those alien's ain't even real." He grumped to himself of Gaia and Shatterstar as he stomped his way down the stairs. "Don't even have antennae."