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Maggie Jo Sherman / Sif ([info]sifwheat) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-08-08 21:07:00

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Entry tags:set, sif

Stupid sexy hair.
Who: Lucy and Idris
What: Lucy gets the munchies and jealous of Fabio and his sexy hair. It's time to out shine him in some form or fashion.
Where: The Lobby
When: Evening of August 8
Warnings: Intense silliness ahoy. That is all.
Notes:Lotto post!



Lucy had a secret. Well, it wasn't exactly a secret, really. She just never told anyone. She didn't really try to hide the fact that she loved to read Fabio's romance novels when she was high. She just never openly publicized it. That meant it wasn't really a secret, right? Right.

So here she was, in the middle of reading Fabio's Pirate, when she was struck by something on the cover. She liked to look at the covers of the books she was reading from time to time in order to giggle over the descriptors used to describe the man that graced them. They were flowery and ridiculous, and extra hilarious while high. Today though, she wasn't really giggling at him. She was frowning at him. Frowning very hard at him, in fact, for his hair was glorious and beautiful and real while hers was not. Women were suppose to be the ones with the glorious hair, not men. Yet, here he was, windblown and smirking at her mockingly on the cover, sporting hair she could only dream of.

She kind of hated him right now. At lot. She put the book aside with a huff and glared at it. The glaring didn't last long, because very quickly she realized she was craving something to salty and totally unhealthy. With one final glare at Fabio, she checked her hair, and headed for the door. As an afterthought, she headed back to the couch and picked up her book. With one final glare she shoved it into her purse and headed out.

After a short trip to a nearby McDonalds, she returned with a big bag of french fries and chicken nuggets. They both had sounded good at the time. They also smelled good, and she really didn't feel like lugging them all the way upstairs before eating them, so she sat down in one of the chairs in the lobby.

She dug through her purse to pull out her cell phone and caught sight of her book. She frowned and pulled it out of her purse and laid it on the arm of her chair. She eyed Fabio as she pulled a fry out of her bag. Stupid Fabio, with his stupid ship and the stupid ocean breezes that made his hair billow. She'd show him one day.

She was suddenly hit with an idea. Ships were made of boards. French fries were kind of like boards. Delicious boards, but boards just the same! She had an awful lot of french fries. With a little bit of work, she could probably make a ship out of these fries with a little bit of effort. A better ship than the one Fabio sails off on in his book. She would prove to him and his smug, stupid face that she was just as good as he was, sexy hair or not.

She slid out of the chair and perched in front of it, using the seat as the base for her future masterpiece. The floor was too dirty, naturally, but the chair was perfect. She grabbed the book and propped it up against the back of the chair so she could glare at Fabio for inspiration when she needed it.

Game on Fabio. Game on.


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[info]sifwheat
2011-08-12 03:32 am UTC (link)
The expression on her face told him she clearly thought he was crazy. This was going to be a masterpiece! A work of infinite potato perfection, and he thought she was going to eat it? She had chicken nuggets for eating. These fries were going to be her key to victory over Fabio. They had a far more noble purpose to serve.

She was disappointed in his lack of fries, but his Wheat Thins peaked her interest. Wheat Thins were hard, and could probably be used as supports for her masterpiece. She scooted over and patted the floor beside her, inviting him to sit.

"I want your Wheat Thins. And it's a ship, can't you tell? And it's totally so much better than his." She threw a glare at Fabio, who was still smug and smirking at her. Stupid Fabio.

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[info]counterbalance
2011-08-12 07:00 am UTC (link)
This entire situation was beyond ridiculous, but Idris decided he didn't need to get back to his apartment just yet. Why bother doing that when there was a perfectly good form of entertainment to be found in the downstairs lobby? Everyone else he'd met in Pax so far had seemed normal, in one sense of the word or another. This woman, however, was falling more under the category of unique. Thus far, Idris wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing; there was only one way to find out.

Idris moved closer, taking the box of Wheat Thins out of his bag. Balling the latter up in his hand, he tossed it onto one of the empty chairs to be recycled later, then crouched down near the woman to get a better view of her 'ship.' Even from a close angle there was no way even a third grader could possibly think of it as anything but a hulking mass of fries, but Idris decided to humor her--there was the faint smell of ganja clinging to the woman's clothes, barely there but just enough to explain at least some of her actions. Idris had smoked now and then when he was in high school, depending on whether or not his latest set of friends was into it or not, and it was definitely a smell that was not quickly forgotten.

It also served as an explanation for this woman's actions. Some of them. Idris wasn't too certain about her taste in reading material, but then he never had been much of a bookworm; perhaps he had no place to judge. If it was Fabio that got her the kicks she needed, so be it.

And really, on second glance at the beefy, blond man-hunk that had swashbuckled and waltzed his way into many middle aged women's hearts (and probably a few lonely men's as well), it seemed very possible that the look upon his face could be construed as full of nothing but self-satisfaction. This didn't always go over well with people in reality, and to the french fry sculptor it probably was seen as a form of intimidation, one that she clearly wasn't going to take lying down.

"Here, help yourself." Idris balanced carefully as he opened the Wheat Thins box, setting it down on the floor between himself and his new acquaintance. "Yes, I can see that...but I think you're lacking a mast." He considered the fry art before him, pretending to think deeply on the matter of its very original architecture.

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[info]sifwheat
2011-08-13 01:29 am UTC (link)
"Then make one," she replied, taking his box of Wheat Thins and ripping it open, eager to start breaking off pieces of cracker to use as supports. She was operating under a time limit. She didn't know how much time she had, exactly, but she knew this had to be completed fast. Not doing so would be viewed as failure.

"You can use a napkin as a flag. Make that, too." This was a great idea she'd had. Having two people involved would make the work go so much faster. The fact that she did not know this man or whether or not he could perform this task of great importance mattered little. She would work with what she was given.

She speared a fry on the end of a Wheat Thin stick and beamed. Perfect! It wasn't as sturdy as a tooth pick, but it would work! Good thing fries weren't heavy. Now she'd just have to make sure she wasn't heavy handed when working with her new medium.

"What do you know about ship building?" Maybe she'd get lucky and he would know more than she did, which was absolutely nothing. It was hard not to know more than she did on this subject. She'd built popsicle stick rafts before, but they had fallen apart within minutes of setting sail on the ocean. She was hoping her french fry concoction would be able to withstand a little more. Hoping being the operative word there.

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[info]counterbalance
2011-08-14 07:45 am UTC (link)
He supposed if he took a minute to step back--even figuratively--he'd think that what he was about to do was nothing short of crazy, that he, too, was one fry short of a Happy Meal. (Not that there was really a shortage of fries at this point in time, but that was simply a minor detail.)

A grown man should not have been crouching before an apartment lobby chair, carefully sticking a Wheat Thin stick onto a french fry and pondering whether or not it'd stay standing straight up when stabbed into one of the stray fries. Ships did need masts, this woman was correct in that matter.

He couldn't imagine what anyone might think should they walk on by, but luckily the lobby was empty tonight save for the two of them on the floor, carefully constructing a ship to rival the villain Fabio's (for Fabio was a villain in this situation, wasn't he?). Taking another look at the book in front him, Idris had to agree that the look on Fabio's face was nothing but a challenge.

"Very little, actually. I never went to ship school, you know? Didn't seem like the right life choice. I figure the Navy has more than enough willing participants. I'd rather stay on dry land."

In his defense, Idris would take any entertainment he could find and try and enjoy it, despite how ludicrous it might be. Even if he was this close to being back in his apartment and relaxing after a long day of work. Instead, his unusual form of relaxation tonight seemed to be humoring a clearly stoned neighbor of his...

Wait. Did she even live here? All right, it was only a minor detail. This was what came from talking to strangers, Idris mused quietly to himself, chuckling at the thought. It was ludicrous and yet he remained very, very amused.

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[info]sifwheat
2011-08-14 09:44 pm UTC (link)
Were Lucy privileged to to his thought process, she would tell him he was clearly thinking about this too much. It wasn't a matter of whether or not a grown man should be doing it, it was a matter of getting it done! By making his presence known, he had clearly invited himself to be part of the process. That was how it worked. If you didn't want to be involved, you kept your mouth shut and moved on.

Of course, getting this done was probably going to be a bit more difficult now that she knew neither of them had any experience building ships.

"There are more options than the Navy." Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she carefully speared two fries together and lodged them into the sculpture.

"And you don't have to get in the water to build ships."

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[info]counterbalance
2011-08-15 02:34 pm UTC (link)
"Like joining Fabio's crew of pirates? Thanks, but no thanks." The corner of Idris' mouth turned up in a wry smile and he looked to his fellow ship-maker, as if to gauge her reaction to the joke, weak though it might have been. She was continuing to busy herself with impaled french fries. Idris had to admit that her determination to make this fast food creation be more than a heap of wasted potatoes was sort of impressive, in its own quirky way. This was a true case of to each their own. (And here he was, helping her along for no other reason than it seemed like it might be something to laugh about later.)

"Nah, instead you can sit on apartment lobby floors. I suppose it all works out to the same effect, the ends justify the means." He grinned and added a fry to the sculpture. It wobbled a bit before holding firm, a welcome addition to the greasy ensemble. "Are you going to sit here all night until this is finished?" Idris asked this casually, despite that he probably already knew the answer.

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[info]sifwheat
2011-08-16 02:08 am UTC (link)
She frowned and jabbed the fry in her hand a little harder than she had intended when he mentioned Fabio by name. Fabio! ugh!

"Only....only hairy people join Fabio's crew!" It had taken her a moment to think of something mean enough, and even then, the results were not spectacular. Still, she smirked as though she had said something delightfully clever.

"You can sit on lobby floors, or in basements. That's where Agent Gibbs built his boat. He got it out somehow, too. I don't think I'll ever find out how. It's just like trying to figure out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. I tried once, but I lost count."

She stacked more fries onto her creation and gave him an odd look. "I can't just move it. It would fall apart. And if I left it, someone would throw it away, not realizing how important it was. And Fabio would win." That couldn't be allowed to happen!

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[info]counterbalance
2011-08-18 06:54 am UTC (link)
There was almost a basic shape to the french fry structure by now, but Idris held back from saying out loud that it still didn't look anything like a ship. In fact, he had no idea what exactly it resembled, and he doubted there was a word in all of the world's languages that could properly describe it in all its...peculiarities. Maybe it would look better when viewed through 3-D glasses. Or, more fittingly, through baked eyes.

The artist next to him spoke of an Agent Gibbs and Tootsie Pops in practically one breath. Idris couldn't do more than laugh and add another couple of fries to her 'ship' as he listened. And then, in a manner much more serious than one that should've been employed in such a situation, she turned to look at him. When the blonde spoke this time, she nearly made sense. Nearly. Idris generously cut her some slack, for he was getting a kick out of this woman, and the whole high thing...well, it wouldn't be fair if he wrote off all of what she said as inane babbling. Like truth often came tumbling free when someone was intoxicated enough, sometimes the things spoken under other influences were close to pure honesty, too.

"Yeah, you know what? You're right." Idris gave the beastly french fry creation a scrutinizing look. "Bet the entire thing would crumble if you tried to take it off the chair. Wheat Thins aren't the best support system." Not to mention his after work snack was being used in a way he hadn't intended--not that this was necessarily bad, but... He glanced at his companion, shrugging. "You could always eat it. No worries about it being moved or thrown away if you did that."

It was common sense, of course, though Idris wondered if any of his words would be comprehended. Maybe if Fabio weren't a factor involved in all of this, it'd be easier. The woman was dead-set on proving her capabilities to the cover of a book.

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[info]sifwheat
2011-08-19 04:49 am UTC (link)
He mentioned eating it. Her nose wrinkled, her insides objected. That was two votes for a no, so she shook her head. This was not destined for eating. That was too mundane a fate for this greasy victory.

"It deserves better than being eaten," she said solemnly. This ship was going to be her triumph over the smug and the unfairly haired in this world. It needed a fitting end. Then an idea hit her.

"We'll set it on fire!" Her dad had done something similar once. It left quite an impression on her at the time. It had also been one of those situations where not telling mom was crucial. This could be her tribute! Or something.

"Have you finished making the flag? That was your job, you know." She distinctly remembered assigning it to him. "That can be the part we light."

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[info]counterbalance
2011-08-19 05:40 am UTC (link)
"You're serious, aren't you?" Idris gave her a look that was only half bewilderment--he knew she was intent on doing this from the way she continued to ramble on about a flag. Oh, shit. No, he hadn't made a 'flag,' but the thought of burning a McDonald's napkin had a sort of humor to it that he couldn't deny. Not that he had a personal vendetta against fast food chains or anything, because he didn't. It wasn't possible, not when he'd been elbow deep in french fries the past...Idris had no idea. Twenty minutes? Thirty? Time was hard to manage when there were such things as impossible ships to build with flimsy strips of potato.

He was a perfectly functioning adult human being, identifying as fully male in both mental and physical aspects. As such, he should have a proper sense of responsibility and try and look out for those that fell by the wayside. It was only a natural, respectable human duty.

So, when he found himself nodding at the mention of a tiny bit of pseudo arson, he thought he should add in a little bit of safety regulations. Nevermind if anyone walked by while they were enacting the funeral rites of junk food; it would be clear to passerby that Idris was simply helping out a new friend that looked a little lost around the eyes. That was all. Any mentions of his own enjoyment from such a random and quite spontaneous form of evening activity would be best spoken of at a later time.

"No, I haven't--I'll make it outside, how's that sound? You know, we should really take this to the front steps. Don't want to set off the smoke alarms in here."

If there was a pile of mysterious ashes on the steps in the morning, let those that left or entered Pax during the early hours wonder what had gone on during the night. The idea alone brought a devilish smirk to Idris' lips. He'd never been a big trouble maker--not to his own knowledge--but there was still something delightfully fun in things happening...of their own accord, that shook up daily routine.

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[info]sifwheat
2011-08-19 05:54 am UTC (link)
"You can't go outside yet, it's not time. If the flag isn't done, we're totally not ready for our creation to be exposed to the world." Things like this had to be kept under wraps until they were complete. Unveiling them too soon did not give the complete effect. It wouldn't be fair to her creation, or the people that happen to wander by, for it to be revealed before its time.

"Besides. We can't go outside until we have everything we need. A good burning needs music and drinks. We don't have either of those yet."

Luckily, she had her ipod on her. That would be their source of music. She wasn't sure about the drinks. Really, when this whole thing started, she hadn't planned that far ahead. The what to do with it after scenario had never been part of the story. Her story ended with the victory and triumph she was going to achieve upon completion.

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[info]counterbalance
2011-08-19 06:24 am UTC (link)
Idris arched an eyebrow at her but acquiesced, deciding he wanted to see this thing burn sooner rather than later. He had no idea how he'd make the 'flag' stay on the ship indefinitely, but tearing a paper napkin in half and sticking a Wheat Thin stick through it would have to do for now. He impaled a french fry near the top of the jumbled mess with said flag and mast. That would have to do for now. Sure, it might not flutter in the breeze as majestically as a real ship's flag would--or even the smarmy Fabio's fictional mode of transportation, but that didn't overly matter.

"I'm not an expert on burnings," Idris stated, "but there's quite a few things made better with music and drinks." Unfortunately, he didn't have either on him at the moment. Considering how serious the blonde was about doing all of this the right way, it was probably safe to assume she wouldn't proceed further without those two special requirements.

It was also probably safe to assume she meant alcoholic drinks. But--and this was perhaps a big but--there did happen to be vending machines in the lobby. Idris had passed by them a few times, never stopping for more than a water and on rare occasion, a Snickers bar.

"Looks like I'm a little short of both today, but if you don't mind a Coke as a replacement..."

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[info]sifwheat
2011-08-19 06:47 am UTC (link)
She considered her options. It really would be more appropriate to have alcohol, but she was really thirsty. In her hurry to obtain food, she forgot to order a drink. Chicken nuggets and fries had been the sole focus of her trip. It had been poor planning on her part. She'd have to remember this the next time she found herself on a random fast food run.

"Coke will work. Why, do you have one?" She kind of hoped he did. It would save her the trouble of trying to track one down. She could go back to her apartment but she really had no desire to go all the way back upstairs. Perhaps she could just knock on one of the doors and ask for one. That had the potential to work. It all depended on which door she knocked on.

"And don't worry about the music. I have that covered." They would have to share ear buds, but they would have music. And luckily, she always carried a lighter in her purse. It was always a good idea to keep one of those on hand.

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[info]counterbalance
2011-08-19 07:21 am UTC (link)
"No, but I can get one," he replied with a wink. Idris stood, his legs relieved from crouching. From a standing viewpoint, the ship looked a little bit more like a, well, ship. Sort of, that is. He tilted his head to the side as if that would help any. It definitely didn't. Idris shrugged. That wasn't such a problem as it had been at the beginning.

"I'll be right back," Idris said, nodding at the woman. He'd really have to ask her name when he returned from the vending machines. After this entire mess, he was certain it'd be easier to deal with things on a later basis other than 'the person I built a ship to rival Fabio's with,' which really wasn't the best way to start a conversation, depending on the circumstances.

Heading to the vending machines, Idris bought a can of Coca-Cola and returned to where he'd left the determined stoner. She was still upon the floor, which didn't surprise him.

"Ready to move this outside? Figure a 12 oz. is enough to...sanctify this thing."

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[info]sifwheat
2011-08-20 02:45 am UTC (link)
She nodded and stood slowly, her joints creaky from having stayed on the floor too long. She grimaced and stretched, ignoring her muscles and their protests. She took the Coke and frowned. "Where's your drink?" Surely he was going to need one, too.

"I guess we can share mine. Unless you have something like rabies. You don't have rabies, do you?" It was always good to make sure the person you were going to share a drink with did not carry some form of contagious disease. She wasn't sure if rabies was contagious or anything, but she didn't want to find out.

She bent down to pick up her purse, digging through the bag to pull out her lighter and her ipod. Now holding a lighter, a soda and an ipod, her hands were clearly full. She gave him an expectant look. It was pretty obvious what she was trying to convey. Words were not necessary for him to know that it was now his job to move their masterpiece. Fabio was staying put. She wasn't done being mad at him, and he did not deserve to witness this.

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[info]counterbalance
2011-08-20 04:30 pm UTC (link)
(we are squished more than fabio's marvelous biceps; moving this over to a new comment!!)

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