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[scotch_egg]

Who: Alec Hardy and You
What: General Catchall
Where: In town, in class, in the cafeteria, outside
When: First week or so
Warnings: none atm





Town

Alec is wandering around town, looking lost, if only because he is. Also looking exceedingly disgruntled for reasons to be seen above. His strange whip made grim is padding along at his heels and occasionally going off to chase someone. Upon seeing you, the grim immediately charges toward you, a hundred pounds of not!dog gallumping toward you at mad speed and joy. There is the overall impression of a tongue hanging out even though the creature lacks evidence of a mouth. Brace yourself.


Teammates

Alec looks dubious about the magical equivalent of a trust fall. He is supposed to trust his partner, someone as green as himself, to keep him aloft in the air? Or trust himself to do the same? He had tried to ask if this was too advanced, but all he'd gotten was a smile and a patronizing pat and told to try it. He felt seventeen again and hated it. He was pushing fifty, not a bloody teenager.

"Right. Let's try not to break each other." He cleared his throat and pulled unconsciously at his tie. "You want to go first or should I?"


Dining in

Or not dining as the case may be. Alec has a plate of food in front of him, largely untouched. He is mostly involved with reading a tome or magical arcana. Others books were stacked up by him. There has been some evidence of eating judging by the corner being nibbled off the toast, but the tea has grown cold and steam is a memory and he has been there for a few hours, since breakfast or lunch depending on whatever time of day it is. It may be there is only one seat left opposite him. Be prepared for riveting conversation.


Beautiful? Disaster?

Alec is practicing a spell on the grounds. Does it go wonderfully? Terribly? Or you caught up in it or the witness to something...indescribable. Maybe it's better to sit this one out, just in case.

Comments

Town

[creepyoldguy]

Some people might be a little overwhelmed by whatever-the-hell it was that came bounding over to say 'hello'. Beetlejuice, on the other hand, cooed at the monstrosity, floating on his stomach, trying to give it belly rubs, while his shoulder angel climbed into his hair to get clear of the creature.

"Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?"

[scotch_egg]

Alec is all too familiar with the smell of a corpse in all manner of decomposition. His work and his time in New York as a teacher, if that was real life at all, also gave him an olfactory education on the great unwashed. With that practice he knew just where to shift to stay downwind as he squinted at the man who had taken a shine to the thing.

"It's yours if you want it. Bloody creature won't stop following me." It seemed content to want to eat the man's face. A stream of something too sweet smelling to be piss decorated the ground between the man's feet from the overexcited--whatever-- and Alec made a face.


"Might want to be careful where you step."

[creepyoldguy]

"Why wouldn't you want it?! It just wants to be loved, it can't help it that it's weird looking, doesn't have good manners, and its hair changes colors when it's upset---" Beetlejuice looked up.

"Okay, so, maybe I'm projecting a bit. But, still, it obviously likes you! Dontcha boy?"

He snorted at the other man's warning. "Benefit of being a monster, you getta pee where you want."

[scotch_egg]

"I don't care what it likes. I'm not a dog person or...whatever it is." Though he had a feeling he was pretty much stuck with it. "I didn't ask for it. I don't want it. I don't need it." And he almost missed....

Almost...

"That's another reason. It can piss where it wants but away from me. Speaking of which do you know where we are right now?"

[creepyoldguy]

"It's an adorable little abomination. You should call him Adby!"

Beetlejuice paused in his petting of the creature. "Main Street?"

[scotch_egg]

"I'm not going to name it anything."

It drops from the man and begins to sniff around.

"Right. Main Street. Of course it would be Main Street. Which way is the school from here?"

[creepyoldguy]

"Actually, fella, I have no idea what it's called. It just has a Main Street vibe to it, y'know?"

Beetlejuice hummed and looked at the little angel that was sitting on his shoulder with a resigned expression on her tiny features. "Yo, Rodney--which way is the school?"

"It's Goldenrod, Beetlejuice." A small huffy sigh, but, she pointed in the right direction.

Teammates

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki was less than thrilled about the exercise himself. Trust falls...what an inane concept. At least he wasn't being paired with a teenager. He'd merely raised an eyebrow, and looked faintly amused, at his partner's objections.

"I can. I'm used to magic. Just a different style." Loki took a step back, then held out his hands. "Whenever you're ready." It was tempting to refuse to do this at all, but the trickster god really did want to learn this style of magic. So he watched carefully, ready to gesture and intone high Osmarius to keep the other afloat.

Re: Teammates

[scotch_egg]

"Oh god. What style? Do I want to know?" He didn't. He really didn't. "Fine. Fine. Just for Christ's sake don't send me up too high." That said, he braced himself, clenching his fists and closing his eyes as if waiting for the end.

Re: Teammates

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki rolled his eyes, before gesturing--each hand moving in a small circle, from the outside to the inside, at the wrist. Intoning in High Osmarius in a firm voice, confident. Slowly, Alec started to float up.

[scotch_egg]

"Fuck fuck fuck." His heart jumped as soon as he left the ground. "Shit. No put me down. Put me down!" He hated it. It reminded him those flying dreams where he had to cling to the ground in order to stop himself from being flung into orbit.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Oh relax, you're not even that far off the ground yet." Loki chided the other. Truthfully Alce wasn't even a foot up in the air.

[scotch_egg]

"I don't care, put me down. Or I'll do it myself." He didn't want to do it himself. He didn't trust himself with his wand yet but he'd rather be planted than free floating and untethered.

[whose_son_am_i]

"I would dearly like to see you put yourself down." Which wasn't very helpful, but Loki would find it amusing. Still, reversing his gesture from earlier--hands moving in circles at the wrist, to the inside from the out. Letting Alec down and the spell dissipate.

Dining

[wagerofloki]

"You gonna eat that?"

Val dropped her bag to the floor (it landed with a very heavy fwump) as she slid into the spot across from the man and his coveted plate. She still refused to wear her school uniform. Today her tank top had the Samurai logo on it and her jean shorts were black to match the tank.

She was already tugging the plate towards her before he'd really had the opportunity to answer, already seeming to make up her mind on if he was going to actually eat the food or not.

[scotch_egg]

"What?" He looked up distracted. Then shrugged. "No it's fine. It's not bloody edible, but help yourself. Just leave the tea." He was going to drink it, eventually.

"There is no reason for this spell to be twenty syllables long. How can anyone even remember all that."

[wagerofloki]

She definitely started to tuck away what was on the plate. She ate pretty fast, but there was a very well-practiced neatness to her despite the way she talked while eating and scrambled to get it all eaten as fast as was physically possible.

"Wouldn't dream'f drinkin' that shit, I got self-respect. But'f this isn't edible to you I'd kill to be from wherever you're from."

She had to stop to snort at the mention of the spell being some twenty syllables long. She chuckled a bit at it, almost choking for half a breath. She stopped eating long enough to swallow and respond.

"Fuck'f I know. I went to all my classes on day one'n they started puttin' numbers'n letters all together on a board'n I said fuck this shit. So who knows how the hell anyone can remember that," she motioned to the book, "bullshit."

[scotch_egg]

"Maybe." It was said reflectively, as if in agreement, and he did agree if food for her was hard to come by. But where he was from-- was a bloody good question that he had no idea how to answer and wasn't prepared to look into the gaping maw of the problem.

So he ignored it, flipping the page and idly listening to her.

"Maybe they can write it down." He had the idle image of a wizard in traditional robes and beard, reading his hand to perform a complicated spell and shook his head. "Are you not planning to learn magic here then?" Magic. Magic. Christ. "I've heard it's not a good idea if you let it run its course."

[wagerofloki]

"I mean it's already written down right there." She motioned to the book he had his nose shoved into with the piece of toast she'd picked up, the very same he'd nibbled. She took a bite from it. "Jus' carry the book 'round with ya'n bam, got it written down." Could probably write down the ones he used most in a notebook or something, too, to make it easier.

"Don't really do good with people tellin' me what to do." She was quiet long enough that could have been her final answer, but she eventually piped back up again. "'M goin' to my fantastics class'n the afternoon class I picked, but I got put in that one house, uh." A pause as she tried to recall the name. "Purifeul? Walked into my required classes'n saw the math on the board'n," she shook her head with disgust on her face. Math was clearly not her first choice. "Not interested in th'boring shit."

[scotch_egg]

"Maybe you can write it down somewhere, but that's not going to do you very well in a crises." He picked up his tea like he was going to drink it, then seemed to change his mind and lower it to turn a page. "This is all ridiculous."

He hummed at her not liking being told what to do. Another rebel without a cause. Who did like being told what to do? But sometimes that had to happen. She was old enough--or looked old enough so that she should be used to it, but then again, maybe she was usually outside the system. He didn't envy whomever she had to work with, if anyone.

"Yes, well the boring shit can form the blocks of the interesting shit. If you don't want to be shit you might want to apply yourself."

[wagerofloki]

No shit writing things down wouldn't help in a crisis - don't have time to read when someone's breathing down your neck and trying to grab your hair to pull you back and--

She said nothing of it and he only earned a furrowing of her brow. He was the one that suggested having it written down, after all; he was the one complaining about the difficulty of all the words. She frowned at him with the next thing he said and she could feel her anger rising.

"You can't expect me to believe that bullshit's got anything to do with anything interesting. I seen what that fuckin' hexed bennie put up on that board in the later class for mathematics and ain't nothin' worth learnin' that. Rather deal with your twenty syllable bullshit, 'least that's just learnin' some words'n spittin' 'em out in order."

Dining in

[noimpulsecontrol]

Della recognizes the look of intent focus Alec has. She's seen it on her eldest son countless times, whenever he was doing his own research. As such, she's willing to bet he doesn't want to be bothered, and just takes the seat across from him with her own breakfast tray.

...Except after about fifteen minutes, the quiet is kind of getting to her, and she clears her throat. "Good book?"

[scotch_egg]

"Mm." He looks up and stares at her. Then a little longer. Blinks a bit then rubs his face as he leans back to regard her.

"You're a duck." A beat. "Nice scarf." It was good thing he was already sure he was half mad. This certainly didn't make it work.

[noimpulsecontrol]

Woah. When the man truly speaks up, it's Della's turn to just stare for a little while. He sounds uncannily like her Uncle Scrooge... That's just weird.

"Uh-- Yeah, thanks. It was a gift from my brother."

[scotch_egg]

"Who was also a duck." Just making sure. "Or is this.... a new thing for you..." It's a bit hard to process honestly.