FATR: Which one of us is typing which part is purposely not indicated. See if you can figure out who's saying what and who's controlling which character. I don't own Donnie Darko, or anything related to it. I don't own Spider-man, or anything related to it. I don't own any except Ana. So there. Let the chip chip commence.
"That bitchy little monkey!" Cursing the ape, Sage set her controller down to flip off the computer players. "Cheap... so very cheap... but the whole mess is amusing, regardless." Finished with the sort of laughing half-anger only the sugar high or sleep deprived show on any consistant basis, she shrugged, reaching for her can of soda, and one of the snack bowls. "Warped and twisted, yeah, but, amusing regardless." The bowlcrispy m&ms, this time, was offered first to Ana, then Mac. "And you know, it's really weird getting carried like that, especially twice in a day."
Ana held up an M&M and grinned. "You think I can throw this in your mouth from here, Sage?"
"Try, but I'll beat you with a cushion if it goes up my nose."
Ana aimed carefully and fired. It bounced off the tip of Sage's nose and disappeared into the couch. Instantly, Ana burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.
"Remind me to not let you do that again; now I have to go save the thing!" Mock-scowling, she turned, digging under the couch until the small, blue speck was found. "Of course, rescue is short-lived."
"Lemme try?" Mac reached into the bowl and pulled out a green one.
"Fine, fine. If i can keep a straight face. But if you miss, I get to take a shot at both of you." Shaking her head, the Wee One sat back, waiting.
Mac grinned mischieviously and tossed. It went down the front of Sage's shirt. Mac threw his hands in the air and cheered, "Goal!"
Ana laughed so hard she fell off the chair, dragging her half empty two liter of cherry pepsi along for the ride. Fortunately, it was capped.
"... oh... c'mon... real mature..." After the last pause, she began to snicker herself, shaking her head. "I should've known better, I spend all my waking hours surrounded by pervs and yet, there goes my judgement..." For a moment, Sage laughed too hard, flicking a candy at both of her companions, making only a small clicking noise for a moment or three. "Oh well, I once read that those who can laugh at themselves will never cease to be amused."
Ana snatched the bowl off the table, loudly proclaiming, "M&M wars!" She dove behind the chair, popped up behind it, and began launching one brightly pigmented projectile after another at her two new friends.
Mac deflected a few with his tail as he dove for cover behind another piece of furniture.
"Oh, no fair, I have noammo!" Seizing a few packages, sage pulled up two couch cushions, crouching betwen them, and tearing at the plastic, tossing a handful in either direction. "Fear me and my skittles, sugar-hardened loogie drops of DOOM!"
A skittle bounced off Ana's forehead. "AH! I'm hit!" She dropped behind the chair. "First aid!" Doing the army crawl, Ana dragged herself into the line of fireMac had started hurling jujubeesand returned to her fort with her pepsi. She glugged about a fourth of it then popped back up."Heeerrrres Johnny!"
Nearly choking on one of the captured chocolates at that, the fantasist glanced at her watch. "Four past midnight; UNMASK!"
Try as they might, neither of the girls were fast enough to hit Mac, and both suffered a jujubee down the shirt or two. Ana's aim wasn't much helped by the fact that she was laughing so hard she could barely breath. "Pillow warfare! How about us girls form an alliance against Mac?"
"Despite the fact we'll probably get the crap kicked out of us, or, rather, b'whapped out of us via overuse of plush stuff?" Laughing, Sage barely stood. "Sure. But, I have one thing to say first..." She turned to Mac, making a small opoponax gesture. "Just this: It's really odd/opoponax to be carried around like that, you know? Considering the whole thing with getting here in the first place, I'm sure Ana agrees with me."
Ana giggled. "A fangirl on a sugar high rant his not a pretty thing. Tempt me not."
"In other words; yeah."
Mac smiled. "Glad I could amuse yah. Don' think it'll make me go easy on yah." With only this small warning, he threw a pillow at Sage.
"In other words, yeah." Sage finished off the lime skittles, managing to speak clearly through a full mouth via lots of practice. "Although, while dangerous-looking fair rides are as close as I can come for a comparison, it was fun." Considering the only thing previously done which wasn't quite legal had been cutting a fence open to go swimming, but, ah, that had been a great while. "However, I still ow you for that m&m..." With this, a handful of skittles were flung, and a pillow swung, although aim was less than accurate; the self-proclaimed Centurion was laughing too hard.
Ana leaped into action as well, selecting one of the larger couch cushions.
Mac shielded himself from the barrage of attacks with one arm. "Hey, tha' ain't fair!"
"You're a super villain and you can't handle two girls with pillows?" Ana teased.
"Despite a team effort, we have the disadvantage; besides, the m&m was a cheap shot!" Sage cheered. "Consider this karma, or something to that effect."
"Karma this," Mac chuckled and, moving with the speed of his namesake, ducked two swings and swung one girl over each shoulder.
"Meow!" Ana squawked.
"Whoacan't say we didn't try!" Chuckling over Ana's exclamation and their sad little effort, Sage blew a raspberry. "So, there."
"Where are you taking us?" Ana demanded as Mac headed towards the back of the warehouse.
"Wouldn'cha like tah know," Mac responded cryptically.
"Yeah, yeah..." Sage, having no hope of escapebesides, it was enough of a drop to the ground from heremused aloud. "Hmn. We're being carried around by a supervillian, in a base, to an unknow destination, when only another supervillian knows where we are. We're remarkably calm about this..."
"An essentially omnipotent crime lord knows we're here," Ana pointed out.
Mac used his tail to open a door and walked into the bathroom.
"Er... why are we...?" Ana trailed off as Mac laughed malevolently.
"True. But, as I was about to sayThis can't bode well!"
Mac used his tail to turn the cold water in the shower on full blast and plugged the drain.
"Hey, now, what is this!" Ana struggled.
"Evil! Pure evil!" Despite the situation, the shorter ka-mai began an attempt to free herself, as well. "Oh, man, you gotta be kidding!"
Mac continued to cackle insanely as he flipped them both into the icy water.
"Oplobsterpenguinshit!" Ana squealed as the water seeped into clothes.
"Mac? You're evil." Sage stumbled a bit, straighted, and sighed, as she was still wearing her thick, knit sweater over the t-shirt and slacks; the thing took days to dry. "And I really wish i had a water balloon or something to the effect to whip at you right now. True, the chances of a real hit are almost zilch, but the thought is what counts. At least I can kick your ass at Smash Brothers!"
"Didn' get like this by bein nice," Mac was laughing almost too hard to speak. "An' as for Smash Brothers, le's jus' see 'bout tha'..."
Completely sopping now, Sage flipping her sodden braid back nearly whapping Ana with it in the process crossed her arms, and looked up at the Scorpion, defiant, grinning, and bedraggled. "You're on. Dibs on Kirby; I shall beat you with a little, pink, puffball!"
Otto returned to find Mac playing video games with two sopping wet girls in the shambles of the living room. Candy littered the floor, couch cushions were flung about, and two or three empty two liters sat on the table in a helter-skelter fashion. He cleared his throat. "Mac? Is this what you call keeping an eye on our guests?"
"...If I may interrupt," the game was paused, "It's not like we were left alone, or anything to that nature..."
"Yeah, doc, take a pill, would yah?" Mac put down the controller, stood up, and stretched.
There was pause, as Octavius hung his head for a brief moment, touching a human hand to his temple in a quick why-must-I-be-surrounded-by-children gesture. "If you would kindly explain the orgin of the games, why the area is in the state of utter ruin that it is, and the spreading water-marks...?"
"Well..." Ana looked at Mac. "Mac suggested we go rob Game Stop, and shortly after we returned, a candy fight ensued..."
"They ganged up on me an' started hittin' me with pillows so I took 'em in the bathroom an' threw 'em in cold water."
"And that, as it is said, is the rest of the story," This last bit Sage tacked on to the explanation, shrugging.
"...dare I ask the manner in which the theft occurred?" The scientist blinked, raising an eyebrow. Again, old expressions died hard; there were only so many which were even recognized on a conscious level.
"Ana kept watch an' Sage played hostage. It wen' over real well, actually."
"You left an individual who, not only knows the location of our current covert, but one who was originally taken as a hostage to use in barter, for a way free of the webslinger with relative ease, standing outside of a store, one which has a pay phone resting at its corner, while yourself and another such individual were cooperating for the sake of thievery and wanton destructionI know youfor the length of time during which your attention was little more than tunnel vision?" He sighed. "Gargan? You astound and frustrate me."
Ana's first thought was: I would never betray my eight-limbed sex god, but she kept it to herself. Her next thought was: Well, when you put it THAT way...
Mac stared for a few moments, sifting through the words that had come out of Otto's mouth. Finally he said, "I astound an' frustrate'cha. Got it." He sat back down on the couch. "Yah done, doc?"
"...Yes. For now, yes."
It took all of the Wee One's effort to keep a straight face at the situation; how truly bizarre... But, was the bizarre not also the endlessly amusing?
Mac picked up the control and the game was un-paused. However, Sage promptly knocked his character off the stage. "Fuck!"
Ana felt bad for Otto. If she hadn't been so shy she would have snapped at Mac not to talk to Otto baby like that. "I'm guessing I can predict your answer, but would you be interested in joining us, doctor?" Ana asked.
"Ha! I told you; I'm kicking your sorry ass with a little, fluffy, pink puffball..." Beaming, Sage ignored the fact that she'd also blown Kirby up in her attack; there was still a two-life lead in her favour.
"...No, thank you. I have work which must be attended to." Shrugging, he strode towards his lab, tossing back a comment which meant they were not without hope, after all; "Perhaps some other time..."
"Hey, you know what occurs to me?" Ana piped up after sitting in a disappointed silence for a moment or two.
"...What?" Sage paused the fight without thinking about it, blinking. "Do tell."
"We are soaking wet, no change of clothes, and where are we going to sleep?"
"Hey, now..." Grinning, she gestured in the direction of her duffel bag. "I didn't cling to that thing all the way here for no reason; most of my shirts are like, XXL because I like baggy stuff, you can borrow some, if you like... and, I dunno, good question..."
"One a' yah can sleep on the couch. Doc gets up kinda early, though." Mac unpaused the game and blasted Kirby.
"Hmn... I propose we flip for it?Hey! You cheap bastard!" Turning back to the screen, it was seen to that some form of revenge was takena bomb dropped on Mac's character.
Mac was laughing so hard he could hardly breath despite the revenge which was taken. "Can't put too much trust in a super villain."
Ana shrugged. "You know, I would rather like to sleep in the recliner. If that's okay with any and all individuals involved..."
"Yeah, yeah, you hobo!" She blew a raspberry at him, tapping buttons frantically, sitting back to cheer. "Ha! Victory is mine, despite your antics, amusing as they may be. And what? Sure, kay, fine with me."
Mac stood and yawned. "Good game. 'M gonna go hit the sack."
"Alright. G'night!" Still cheerful, Sage turned to Ana. "You want a quick match or two?"
Ana looked around. "I think we should straighten up the living room a bit."
"...that's probably true. But, on behalf of all procrastinators, one match first?" Hopeful, she held out a controller.
"Yeah, but..." Ana looked at the ground. "I'd hate to be a goody two shoes fangirl, but Otto seemed kind of upset. You know? He didn't have to let us stay here, and it would be the least we could do. Besides, I started the M&M fight."
"I didn't say I didn't think we should, but nevermind..." Sighing, the Wee One flicked the game's power off. "That's true, which is why I'm saying nothing against it."
Ana began picking candy out of the furniture and putting the pillows back in place. "Did you have as much fun as I did tonight?"
Laughing, Sage nodded. "Oh, yeah, I think so." She sat where she was, but was sweeping skittles and the other edibles tossed about into a small pile, before moving over to the next patch of carpet and gathering them up there. "It's been something, hasn't it?"
"What do you suppose will happen tomorrow? Though with things going as they are, it should be unpredictable on so many levels."
"I wouldn't be surprised to a Darko lookalike followed by none other than the demonic bunny of doom, to be frank." One of the fallen m&ms was picked up, brushed off, and eaten. "Pardon the pun."
Ana laughed. "I was almost Frank for Halloween last year, but I ultimately ended up being Shathra. I made my own wings and everything." She poured the treasure she had dug up into the empty skittles bowl and joined Sage in rounding up M&Ms.
"Cool. What did you use? I've been trying to learn to work in every medium, but so far need to learn metal and glass."
"I used wire and shear fabric, not much different from comercially sold wings." Ana reached under the couch to fish out some particularly evasive skittles.
"I see." A gummy candy was pulled from under some of the game boxes. "I think that's all the sugary junk?"
Her hand brushed the edge of a rectangular, paper thing. Furrowing her brow in an expression of curiosity, she pulled it into the light, and immediately colapsed into hysterical laugher.
"What? What did you find?"
Ana couldn't stop laughing long enough to speak, so she held up the dirty magazine by way of an answer.
"Oh, the hell." The fantasist snorted, snerked, and snickered a bit, as well. "Sad."
"So, who's do you think it is?" Ana snickered.
"No comment, no comment at all. Perfect eloquence is nearly always mute."
Ana grinned mischievously. "I'm so tempted to just leave it in the middle of the table..."
"'We can resist everything except temptation', to quote, although whom, I don't know. Don't remember. Will you?"
Ana looked at Sage, eyes aglow. "Should I?"
"Hmn..." She considered, then turned to her bag, rummaging through a side pocket until she sat back, holding a round orange stone. One side had the black shape of a bird in flight marked into it; it was a favoured charm. "I'll flip. Blank, no, bird, yes." The sparrow-stone, as the thing had been affectionately nicknamed, was tossed; it was not the flat, plain orange face of the thing which greeted them. "And the rock says go for it."
Ana, snickering giddily, carefully cleared a bare spot on the table in which the adult item could rest. "We must obey the sparrow, we have no choice." She glanced around the living room. "Shall we change out of the wet clothes and hit the sack?"
"I suppose it would be reasonable." The sparrow stone replaced, Sage now dug a pair of pajamasunlike her black day clothes, these slacks and a long-sleeved shirt were a bright mulberry. "Today's been bizarre, nyeh?"
"Oh, most certainly. Do you have a t-shirt I can borrow?" Ana asked as she fished her large square of green velvet out of her back pack.
"Yeah, sure." Clothes, books, and similar items were moved around, and a plain black t-shirtXL like most of the shirts Sage had; she liked loose clothingwas tossed over. "How's that?"
"This will do fine." Ana stripped to her bra and underwear and put on the shirt, coccooning herself in the velvet and curling up in the chair. "I wonder if I can convince one of them to steal clothes for me. I guess Mac wouldn't be hard to convince."
"True, very true." The pajamas were glanced at, contemplated, and packed away again in favour of another large t-shirt; this was pulled on over the wet one, the latter simply taken off under it and tossed over the back of the couch to dry. The shorts were of a fabric not too unlike tarp; for the most part, they were dry already. "But it could be fun to get hold of some cash, just check out a bunch of stores." The Wee One's hand went to her neck, jingling the thick mass of cords and metal around it. "I could fit a few more necklaces, probably."
"I wonder if this reality has a Hot Topic," Ana mused then shrugged. "Well, good night, Sage."
She dropped onto the cough. "G'night."
Ana was roused from a barrage of strange dreams to find a dark silhouette looming over the table. Ana knew what Otto was pondering but retained her innocent look and voice.
Sage, meanwhile, was dead to the world, sprawled on the couch, on her stomach, undreaming. Now, what was that quote? 'The dream is my reality.'
"What's up?" Ana asked.
Otto raised his eyes to meet hers and pointed at the table. "Where did you find this?"
"Under the couch, when we were cleaning up the living room. Why?" Ana asked innocently.
Otto stared at her a moment longer then yelled. "GARGAN!"
"Nnrrn..." This incoherent protest at the noise was from the partially awakened Sage, who was sitting up and groping for her glasses. After a moment she found them and opened her eyes, the world more or less in focus, now. So, she checked her watch. "...It's too early."
There was a thud in Mac's room and a barely intelligible string of curses. His door crashed open. "Wha' the fuck? Do yah know wha' time it is?"
"How many times must I tell you to stop leaving this offensive smutt laying around out here?"
Mac looked puzzled and came over to investigate. "Nope, ain't mine."
"It's not mine."
"'M tellin you, it ain't mine. I wen' tah bed b'fore 'em, an' I didn' leave it there." He gestured to Sage and Ana.
"True, true... She found it under the couch while we were cleaning up, though." The Wee One gestured at Ana, yawning; the hour was far too early. "And it doesn't belong to us, so it's one of yours."
"You cannot possibly expect a single soul present to believe that it does not belong to you, Gargan."
"Tha's what'cha were thinkin when yah put it there, huh, doc?" Mac scowled.
"I would never poison my mind with this atrocious garbage."
"Don' give me tha' holier than thou bullshit! Use as many big words as yah wan' but tha' ain't mine."
"I refuse to lay claim to this for you."
"...I can see the two of you splitting the subscription costs." Barely keeping a straight face, the self-proclaimed Agent of the Random turned to nudge Ana, the grin confined to her eyes for the moment. "Is it, as a mental image, not disturbingly clear?"
Ana had to laugh. Not an all out, insane cackle, but a greater degree than a giggle. "Oh, yes, indeed."
"Yah know, for all I know, i' b'longs tah one a' yah girls. Yah forgot tah put i' away an' yah tryin tah blame me."
"Hey, I will admit that I have looked at porn before, but that is not mine and Sage can back me up on it!"
"And Ana is a witness for my decent, clean mind! I'm a token nonperv." Sage held up her hands, grinning, now. "While there are a few smutty scenes in any given King novel, you can take a look through all the books I brought; the movies for most of them suck, but are rated mostly for language and violence."
Otto shrugged. "Well, if no one is prepared to claim this, I will dispose of it."
"Wha'ever, as long as i's clear tha' I' ain't mine."
Otto glowered at Mac as he picked it up with one tentacle. "Fair enough." One and Two tore the magazine in half, put the halves together, and tore it in half again. "That concludes that."
"Well..." Still amused, Sage yawned again, stretching. "Now that the morning's entertainment is over, for the moment, what is there to be done today?"
"Eat," Mac answered automatically. "What'cha in the mood for, doc?"
"Although it's fair to say that the 'morning's entertainment,' as it was phrased, may've surpressed by appetite somewhat, I'd suggested pastries, if there wasn't an argument."
"Junk food? Excellent by me." Ah, cream danishes, dumplings, and, of course, honeybuns...
"No arguement here," Ana grinned. Then her expression fell a bit. "You aren't suggesting we go out, are you?"
"It isn't as though we have themor the makingshere, as you can observe." Octavius shrugged, sighing. "We'll have to, at some point today, at least, and likely the earlier, the better. Less people about, or, certainly, as close as you can get to 'less', here."
"Well, it's just..." Ana fidgeted with the corner of the blanket she was still wrapped in. "Thanks to a certain mischievous bully," said with friendly affection, "my clothes are still wet, and even though Sage's t-shirts fit me, I doubt anything else of hers will..."
"Hey, some of my shorts might." The Wee One shrugged. "I like baggy clothes; I doubt much beyond my sandals is the size it should be. Feel free to try them all; I also might have a wrap in there, somewhere." She laughed. "You could always safety-pin your blanket to a modest level."
Otto raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. Again, why must the average maturity level of this room be so low?
Ana contemplated the large piece of green velvet. "That actually gives me an idea, if the males present wouldn't mind looking the other way for a bit."
Mac shrugged. "Hey, I gotta go get ready tah go, anyways." He went back to his room.
"Oh?"
The maturity was low enough; he would not bring it lower. "As do I, actually." The scientist returned to his own. Truth be told, he was almost ready to go, as it was, but aside from the almost, a hole had been noticed starting in his right sock, and, for some reason, it was just aggravating.
Once the room was clear of all opposite gender observers, Ana took off the t-shirt and retied the green velvet as a sort of make-shift sarong. "You wouldn't have something I could use a belt, would you, Sage?"
"I'll check my Almighty Bag of Junk." She bent over it and began digging, laughing at the possibilities. "I have everything from house paint to extension cords on the bottom of my wardrobe, so some may've gotten in here... but nup. Got the sash from a knitted houserobe/sweater dealie, though; it sees fair use as a hair tie. That work?"
"That would be just peachy keen." Ana wasn't sure why she felt so giddy all of a sudden. She decided to go barefoot. True, the streets of the Big Apple were probably littered with things like broken glassesamong other nasty thingsand would eventually be baked to oven temperature by the sun, but if she could walk barefoot across a scalding sandy beach or through a thorny, overgrown lot, she could handle some spit and trash.
"Alrighty, then!" The long, narrow strip of knitted fabric was balled up and tossed over. "I cry your pardon for any hairs on there; I'm told I shed. Badly."
Mac came out of his room, performing some last minute adjustments on his mask. "Everyone decent? Good. Where's doc?"
"Right here." He refrained from scratching at his ankle; almost all of the few, remaining clean pairs of socks he had were woolen, and it would take a short while to adjust. "Shall we get going?"
"Yep. Rooftop or ground?" Mac asked.
Oh, rooftops, please rooftops... Ana pleaded silently.
This was considered, and a choice, although logical, was made. "Well, I'm assuming it would be best to get there quickly, preferably before the city reaches one of its busiest times. Rooftop would likely be best, in that case."
The Wee One sighed, though she was laughing. "This, again?"
"Yay!" Ana squeeled and hopped once, punching the air with her fist in a joyful gesture. Then she cleared her throat, forcing herself to calm down. "I mean, that sounds like a good idea to me." She looked at Sage and cocked her head. "I see you do not quite share my full enthusiasm."
Laughing harder, the fantasist shrugged. "It would be hard to. Besides, I had no other comment at my disposal, save 'so.' And I've been threatened with excessive bodily harm for saying it, in the past."
"Regardless, ladies, if we'd be going at all...?"
"I'll carry yah," Mac grinned at Sage. "Don' worry, nothin bad'll happen. I swear." He scooped her up in his tail, though this time keeping the acid shooter pointed carefully away.
"Alright, then." The grin was returned. "I'm sure it's a lot safer than some of the fair rides I've been on, too. I just continue to say; you know how weird it is?"
Meanwhile, Otto had turned to Ana, One and Two moving slightly at the mentions of their sides. "Right or left?"
"Left," Ana answered, suppressing a fangirl giggle.
"Alright." Obediantly, Two curled about and lifted her, carefully.
"And once again, we're off in an incredibly odd situation, awkwardbut interestingway of travel..."
Mac crouched and sprang onto the wall, crawling out one of the larger windows. He turned and watched to make sure he guided Sage through without any bodily harm, then continued to the roof, straightening up and waiting for the octopus. "Le's see, which one should we hit t'day?"
This, while still considered, was only considered very briefly; Otto hadn't been long in joining his 'coworker', for lack of a better phrase, albeit more noisily, the metallic clanks echoing to the day. "Perhaps the bakery across fromwhat is that music shopah, Tower Records." The tentacles really were useful, endlessly so, memory included.
"Got'cha." Mac ran and took a flying leap off the edge of the building, landing on the nearest building. The old roof creaked dangerously and he bounded away shortly before the part he had occupied collapsed.
"Oh, man, holy crap." This was the comment at the metal giving way, and a fitting one at that. Despite a bit of the dear-god tone coming through her laughter, though the King fanatic was having a fair time; it beat being stuck upside down as a guy with a toolkit scaled the side of the four-ticket ride you were hanging from, after all.
Otto, on the other hand, carried on moving at a steady pace, three free mechanical arms clumping down indifferent of what they were traveling over.
Once they hit the sturdier, closer together buildings, and Mac had developed a better rythm, the journey smoothed out a lot. In no time at all, the place was visible, and an even shorter time later than that, they were stopped on the roof of Tower Records.
The bakery across the street, small and unnamed, looked plain enough; it was the stuff on display which caught the eye.
"...they've got everything." Another observation from the short side. "To quote, "And a prune danish, big boy."" Hey, Blondie was cool...
"I say we go in, crush some stuff, an' use the girls as hostages if the webhead shows up," Mac suggested.
"I'd hate to put a damper on your fun-o-meter, but if you keep using us as hostages, the webhead is bound to recognize us one of these times," Ana pointed out.
"And that is a lasting point, Gargan. Perhaps it would be best if such things were restricted to emergency measures."
Sage sighed. "It's one of those 'ah, but it was fun while it lasted' things." She shrugged. "Interesting, though. So, who's going in and doing what?"
Ana was mentally hopping up and down and glowing at this indirect praise from her eight-limbed sex god.
"Yeah, doc," Mac crossed his arms. "If yah such a big brain, wha'd'yah think we should do?" There was a rather sarcastic note in his voice.
"Compromise." The scientist smiled a little. "One of us will go in, and purchase our breakfasts in an ordinary, civil manner. Then, on the way back, you can stop in here, and enjoy yourself. Satisfactory?"
"If you set us on the ground, Sage and I can do it," Ana offered.
"Yeah." The fantasist nodded. "I have some cash left over from buying overpriced airline drinks, probably more than enough."
"Don' see why not." Mac shrugged. He moved to the edge of the building, where the alley ran between it and it's neighbor, still clutching the Wee One in his tail.
Oct did the same, descending with a bit more noise, true, but, even so, as quietly as he could, soon reaching a level at which Ana could be safely set on solid ground. "Considering no action was taken when one of you were left, unattended, mere feet from a pay phone," a pointed glance at Mac, "I'm trusting that the two of you, watched, will kindly carry on in the same manner."
"Yeah."
"Never underestimate the loyalty of a fangirl," Ana thought out loud, not knowing, or really caring for that matter, if he heard or not. She followed Sage to the mouth of the alley then turned back. "Any preference?"
Mac considered. "Somethin with jelly."
"Apple. Strudel, or the like."
As they crossed the way, Sage had a random remark; "You know, I'm reminded of a long argument I had about danishes... There are prune danishes; there are no such thing as plum danishes. Prunes now are just baked plums, so all plum danishes are really prune danishes, unless they're raw."
Ana laughed. "And who did you have this conversation with?"
"Another Kingdom fan, a friend of mine; Amy. We were trying to identify these bright purple danishes, which brought the topic up."
A bell tinkled as they step through the door, the floor shockingly cold on Ana's bare feet. There was hardly anyone else in here at this early hourindeed, the sun was barely awakening itself. In fact, there were two non-employees there, seated at one of the little tables in a corner. One was a woman with blond crimpy hair, and the other was a woman with red hair and green eyes. Ana cocked her head as the green eyed woman investigated who else might be here this early. There was a glint of possible recognition in the green eyes, then she shrugged and turned back to what she was doing. It appeared to be practicing for a play. Ana also felt like she might recognize this girl, but kept her mouth shut and her face turned away. Better not to say anything until they were clear of earshot.
"So..." Sage, following the call of her inner sugar junkiealright, so 'inner' had no place in the sentance, she was the sugar junkie, through to the corewas admiring the contents of the display case. "Apple strudel for one, what, one of those jumbo jelly doughnuts for the other, a cream danish for myself, what're you getting?"
"Something pink with lots of rainbow sprinkles." Ana tracked down her danish of choice. "That one, right there."
"Hmn... fair enough." The sweets were pointed out, packed into a small paper bag, and, soon enough, paid for. "Gotta love all the artificial stuff, eh?" Sage grinned. "Here's what we need to do, sometime soon... Get a blender. Get chocolate ice cream, chocolate milk, nestle's quick or something similar, chocolate flakes, toss them all in and set the thing to high. We'll be wired for a day. Sound like fun?"
Once they were outside Ana leaned over and whispered. "I think that was Mary Jane in there. What if she knows about us? What if she tells Peter?"
"What, and how, would she really know?" This was asked with a raised eyebrow and throughtful expression. "We could be fictional over here, but I doubt it..."
"I mean, in the comics and stuff if Peter had a bad day, he'd vent to her. What if he told her... okay, I admit I'm overly paranoid at times. Besides, Otto baby could kick his web slinging ass in a fair fight."
"She'd still have just a general description; we don't have that many identifying features, really... I mean, in comparison I used to have my hair dyed purpletill againand wear cat ears, so that's maybe a step up."
Ana laughed. "I used to wear a cape instead of a coat."
This was met with applause. "I still wear my cloak, sometimes. For semi-formal events, actually. Blame me for wasting my formative years on Zelda. Hell, that's probably the reason for this." She gestured at the back of her left hand. "Hurt like a bitch, too."
They crossed into the alley and were scooped onto the roof by Otto's tentacles.
"Yah know where a bitchin place tah eat these would be?" Mac grinned. "I's also the best place tah catch the sunrise."
"Hmn?" Having pocketed the last of the petty cashalthough, to quote 'This magnificent feast represents the last of the petty cash!'Sage raised an eyebrow, laughing. "Oh? Keep in mind not only do I hail from a place where you can watch your dog run away for three days, but don't get out much... let's hear it."
"I's a surprise." He scooped her up with his tail. "We gotta hurry, though. I's kinda hard tah get there."
FATR: Heehee! Cliffhanger!
