InsaneJournal

Who: JT Cole and Pamela Maki
When: Thursday, May 20, 2096
Where: JT's old apartment
What: Talk of moving out and rash actions
Status: Closed, complete


JT is hanging out in the kitchenette waiting for Pam to come home from work. He's sitting up on a counter, nervously jiggling his feet as they hang a foot off the ground. Prism, their opalescent feathered snake is curled on top of the fridge, enjoying the heat from the unit, occasionally tasting the air with it's tongue.

The tumblers inside the lock clicked around as Pam slid the key in and put all her considerably light weight against the door to shove it open from it's swollen frame.  She stumbled a couple of steps, then looked startled to see JT sitting on the counter top.  Waiting for him.  She gave him her confused look of knitted eyebrows and bowed lips as he turned and slammed the door to get it to stick closed.

"You look like you have to pee," she drawled in heavily-accented English.

He hops down and gives her a quick hug. "Nope, just need to talk. You been Ok? Have any issues with the riots and such?"

"Do you mean aside from the constant harassment and paranoia on the streets?  Quelle folie!" she trilled, eyes rolling as she literally threw her bag across the room onto the papasan chair.  "I love you dah-ling, but your country sucks bull testicles."  She flicked the pink-edged bangs out of her eyes and yanked open the fridge with a multi-ringed hand.  It found a bottle of wine.

JT shrugged, used to Pam's bitching about 'his country', and dug through the cabinet for the only pair of matching wine glasses they owned. "It was a good thing I was at some impromptu gathering for... um, school. Normally at that time I'd have been downtown and might have been caught up in the worst of it."

"Give it some time, Jean-a-ton.  You'll be caught in it sooner or later," she warned as she took the cork out with her bare hand and poured the two glasses full.   Pam set the bottle down on the counter and leaned on her elbows forward.

JT joined her leaning against the counter and raised his glass, "To us?" After the clink of the glasses he took a small sip and continued. "I have news, good and bad. Which do you want first?"

She clinked her glass with his and look sweetly puzzled.  "Bad.  Only way to go is up then."

"I need to move out," he replied, looking a bit sad. He knew she liked it straight, he can't remember the times he's been yelled at for 'trying to save her feelings.' "I've landed a good... ah, situation... that, well, will mean safety, I think. Sorry, I'm kinda mucking it up." He shrugs.

"You are kidding me!?  Is that code word that you are using for being on someone's payroll?  A... sugar daddy?" she offered after a moment of sorting through her known english. 

JT thought for a bit, trying to remember if anyone had said anything about keeping the 'commune' a secret. "It's some kind of government thing. A social experiment, I guess. Kinda like Road Rules with superpowers? They are paying me to live with a bunch of Aces, to show that people can get along." He shrugs again, "No sugar daddy, though there is one cute guy, in a dorky way. Clear as mud?"

"A government social experiment?" she repeated, silently trying it out in French to see if it sounded just as bad as it did in English.  It absolutely did.  She took a long draught from her wine glass and stood straight, giving JT a wary look.

"The government is responsible for all this ridiculous chaos and you think it's a good idea to be a test subject?" she inquired, her voice pitching at the end in surprise.  Pam took another large sip.  "What is the good news?"

"They are outside the government? Or renegades? Still working from the inside?" He sheepishly grins up at her, "Clearly I've done my research and thought my way through it like always. The good news is I've made friends with some Aces. While they aren't socially acceptable, they can keep me safe. Maybe us if you want?

Pam made an indignant sound and waived a finger at him instead of her wine glass.  "Oh no - I'm not getting involved with that.  Renegade Government Aces?  To keep you safe?  From what?  You are not making any sense."  She tossed her glass of wine into the sink, looking unconcerned about the shattering sound that followed.  Crossing the room in her usual dramatic fashion, she went into her bedroom.

JT closed his eyes, almost in pain. He sighed again and realized that he was really going to miss this. Really going to miss the drama. Sighing, again, he turned on the cleaning bot and brought his glass, the bottle and another glass into the living room, she'd be out in a bit. She always dose.