iamwe (iamwe) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-11-14 18:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | multiple man, wisdom |
Open the door. Let's talk.
Who: Madrox and Wisdom
What: Checking up on a friend
When: Very late night, November 4th, immediately after this [BACKDATED... again]
Where: Wisdom's room
Warnings: Wisdom's potty mouth
Jamie was concerned about his friend and boss. It was not like Pete Wisdom to show the kind of weakness he had in their brief phone discussion. Discussion was really not quite the right word, Jamie mentally noted. It was more Pete rambling, snapping at him, making odd demands then hanging up as Madrox tried to keep up and figure out what the hell was going on. It caused enough concern for Jamie to slip away long enough to return with a fifth of Jack in hand. Nothing helped Pete Wisdom relax quite like a little alcohol. There was a part of Jamie that wanted to crawl happily into the bottom of that bottle, another part that wanted to find somewhere quiet, curl up and attempt sleep and yet another that wanted to talk the whole cluster fuck of a mission out. There were, of course, a dozen other parts of him that wanted a score of other things, but those were the main three. Madrox figured that at least one of those things would be accomplished in the company of Wisdom, so he was just going to go with the flow.
"Wisdom?" He called through the familiar door of the Excalibur team leader as he knocked lightly. "It's me, you sounded strange on the phone so I..." Jamie was so used to Wisdom's door being unlocked that after knocking and announcing himself, he reached for the handle and pushed the door open with his body. What he had not anticipated was that the door was locked for once, and Jamie walked into it face-first, hard enough to spawn a second dupe. "Shit! Since when do you lock this thing?" Jame demanded, rubbing his nose as he gave the door a light kick with his toe, just to vent his frustration.
Two Madroxes stood in the hall, both squinty eyed as the rubbed their noses, careful to juggle the matching bottles of alcohol they each carried. They exchanged glances, then Prime's eyes flicked to the hand of the dupe and a smirk bloomed across his features. "Have to remember this for the future!" He said brightly as he tucked his bottle under his arm, snatched the bottle away from the dupe, then promptly absorbed the dupe. Two bottle for the price of one. Excellent! "Wisdom!" He called quietly again as he again put his toe lightly to the door in lieu of knocking, as he currently had both hands filled with rather large bottles of Jack. "Open the door. Let's talk. I brought alcohol!" He added the last bit in a high, encouraging tone that one would use when bribing a child with candy.