Rooms

Who: Max and Solas
Where: Max's Flower Shop
What: Old dogs learning new tricks, mostly
When: Present
Warnings: Elfyness.

( there’s too much smoke to see it there’s too much broke to feel this )

[LOCKED to Daniel W.]
They get tired of you yet and Nurse Ratchet your ass?

It's a startling moment when you find yourself craving human contact but there's no one to call.

And now I have to wonder when, precisely, did I find myself so alone with my own thoughts? They're horrible company lately.

[Locked to Ella D]
How's work about time off?

[Locked to Dylan M]
We might be delayed a few days in our takeover of the casino world.

[locked to max m.]

Thanks.

[locked to jack c.]

I think you win for most creative gift.

[locked to dylan m.]

So, I got a PS4 for Christmas, but I don't know anyone out of high school who plays. What's your gamertag?

ETA: [locked to thomas b.]

She told me what you gave I said no dead p

Wren says you're coming to see the kids.

[Lin A]

you there's Hi

[Public]

it's like you make one Sailor Moon Crystal reboot apron for someone and then they fall off the face of the planet

[After receiving this.]

You want me to have a brain aneurysm before I even get to the jazz club?

[Locked to Dylan M]
[After receiving these.] Preference?

[Locked to Thomas B]
Think you can ninja your way over here tonight? I need a sitter while she sleeps, and my regular is away.

[Visiting a hospital in 2001 Las Vegas wasn't on Max's bucket list, but she figured it was better than Victorian London. No offense to 1900-something, but she just wasn't good with dresses, and she was pretty sure the jeans and grey Army sweatshirt she was currently wearing wouldn't go down very well in a door that involved cats and rabbits. Not that she was a stranger to the door; she remembered that dormouse with annoyance, at best. But it wasn't so bad, all things considered. Smokes tucked into her pocket and her Ruger tucked into the back of her jeans, she got to the door early, after a morning run and quick shower.

She did a quick canvas of the area around the door, then she found the hospital and propped a bathroom door out into the hotel hall. Not particularly pleasant, but it served the purpose would save them the time of finding the hospital when the hotel door opened onto some other public place the next time.

She didn't check her hair in the bathroom mirror, and she didn't add lipstick or powder. She was still going for 'I don't care' casual. She thought she was doing a good job of pulling it off.]

In the hotel hallway, she lit a smoke and leaned against the wall to wait for McKendrick. Shoulders against the mouldering wallpaper, hips forward and her dark hair in artless waves around age-sharp cheekbones.

[text to wren h.]

I'm off the clock soon, is there anything you have a burning desire for before I head home? I figure I can flash my badge and cut to the front of any and all lines. A sale's a sale.

[locked to dylan m.]

Apparently you were expecting video games yesterday, but I was thinking. Technically, we were in one. That has to count.

[locked, anon, to talia w.]

So, I figure since you were nice enough to check in after I nearly killed you, I can at least ask how your Thanksgiving was.

[Locked to Dylan M]
Free milkshake if you do me a favor on Thanksgiving.

Lets play a game of what's worse. I'll start.

What's worse:

1. Swiping left when you should have swiped right?

OR

2. Swiping right when you should have DEFINITELY swiped left?

Does anyone know where the Alice in Wonderland door is in the hotel? And what it looks like?

Maybe how you can get out once you're in?

[Her conversation with Lin went about as well as expected, and Max stood at the counter, watching Amanda scowl her way through a bowl of Fruit Loops.

Her head ached, and the apartment had the shades drawn to keep the sun from making her migraine worse. Sweats at her hips, and a tank top, and she was deliberately out to not make an impression. She'd showered and brushed her teeth, but that was it. She wasn't going to get in the habit of dressing up for McKendrick, because that would lead down a road neither of them wanted her to go down, strawberry milkshakes aside.

So, she brewed coffee, and she tapped out the box of smokes that she wouldn't open until Amanda was out the door for a very well-timed school field trip. The bottle of Baileys was on the counter, but it was always on the counter, next to the rum and vodka, and Amanda always made unimpressed sounds when she walked past them.

When she heard the feet on the stairs, she moved, but Amanda beat her to the doorknob.]

[Locked to Thomas B]
Manda's fine.

[Individually to: Dylan M, Gwen D, Luke H]
Alright?

A mysterious key takes me to a mysterious building that looks like something out of those old horror movie vids. I thought some of the slums on Omega could use some redecorating but this place could really use a new paint job.

As fun as I'm sure this place is, could someone point me back towards the door I stepped through? It seems to have moved...

[Written in blood red calligraphy]

I saw a delightful film on the telly about witches, but the nasty children killed them. Bad little boy and girls!

I do like the song the yellow haired one sung. I recognize it but she didn't finish it.

Come Little Children
I'll Take Thee Away, Into A Land
Of Enchantment

Come Little Children
The Time's Come To Play
Here In My Garden
Of Magic

Follow Sweet Children
I'll Show Thee The Way
Through All The Pain And
The Sorrows

Weep Not Poor Children
For Life Is This Way
Murdering Beauty And
Passions

Hush Now Dear Children
It Must Be This Way
Too Weary Of Life And
Deceptions

Rest Now My Children
For Soon We'll Away
into The Calm And
The Quiet

Come Little Children
I'll Take Thee Away, Into A Land
Of Enchantment

Come Little Children
The Time's Come To Play
Here In My Garden
Of Shadows

Who: Dylan M and Darcy L
Where: McDonalds Playplace - New York
When: Recently - between the hours of 5 AM and 1030 AM ONLY BECAUSE MCDONALDS IS THE WORST WITH THE BREAKFAST HOURS.
What: McGriddles, a thermos of bloody mary, and a playplace. What could go wrong?
Warnings: What could go wrong?

( I'm lovin' it. )

Who: Max/Dylan
What: Drinks
Where: PDT
When: Nowish/In-progress
Warnings/Rating: Maybe language

Max hadn't bothered dressing up. She was closer to forty than to thirty these days, and maybe it said something about her insecurities that she didn't even consider trying. True, she'd never been one for heels and makeup, but the jeans and t-shirt she wore were loose, and her hair was messily half-tucked up. She was a woman who wasn't trying, plain and simple. Trying was nearly a decade earlier. It hadn't gone well; she had a track record for things not going well. Luckily, she'd given up on it all after Dhaka. She put on a good show, but the scars from half a decade in that hell went deep, and she'd exceeded the baggage requirement before she'd even been locked in.

She chose PDT because their domestic on tap was good. Maybe, too, she thought McKendrick would appreciate the stupid novelty of having to step into a phone booth to get into a bar. It was cute, whimsical in a way Max had never been, but that she figured anyone who had it in them to love Mario and Luigi would appreciate. It was also within walking distance of home, which was more important these days than it had been when she was younger. Getting drunk, which had been about fun once, was more about escape now, and escape didn't want to bother with calling a taxi.

She waited inside, a cool glass of domestic between her fingers as she leaned elbows against the bar and half-listened as the man beside her talked about next Sunday's game. She mentioned Adrian Peterson's suspension, which shut him up quick, and she wondered if men actually got worse as she aged, or if she was only imagining that shit.

So, hows it going? And I know you're alive despite all odds, so don't bother ignoring me like I'll think otherwise.