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Stark Industries, Tuesday, Oct. 16

Victor was back from break, well-rested and a little smug about how his vacation had gone, and the shop ... didn't seem to have missed him at all.

Unless the shower of kiwi fruit that fell out of the server cabinet when he opened it to tweak something was the Stark Industries way of saying hello, of course.

He cut a couple kiwis into slices to munch on as he tried to get a broken universal remote to cooperate.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

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Olive was pretty chipper as she loped in today, Ally's leash in one hand and a wee cupholder thingie with two coffees in the other. It was cold today (or like, not at all, but she was a baby.) She figured the fellow Californian would appreciate it.

She paused, though, tilting her head as she approached the counter. "Are those kiwi?"

"Think it's the shop's way of saying welcome home," Victor confirmed with a nod, offering the paper plate of fruit across the counter to Olive. "We, uh, get random fruit falling off shelves in here sometimes. It's .... a thing."

He managed a sheepish smile. "Also, hi, and hi to Ally."

Olive took the plate, offering one of the coffees in return. "Sometimes I feel like this island has a sense of humor," she decided, selecting a smallish slice of kiwi. "Which is ridiculous, because it's an island. Also, seriously, it's so unfair that it's actually cold when we get back from Africa. I think I saw a yeti on my way here."

It was like, fifty-five degrees.

"I wore a sweatshirt, a jacket and a scarf on my way here," Victor nodded. (His internal thermometer was firmly set for SoCal, too.) "It's like they want us to really notice the contrast. I'd even believe the thing about the yeti."

He took a sip of the coffee.

"You should," Olive said, hopping up to perch on the counter. "What reason would I have to lie about that?" Other than her hyperbolic tendencies and ability to present absolute fabrications with a straight face for effect. "Yeti are totally indigenous to the eastern seaboard, too. Fact."

Spoiler: not actually a fact.

"Mmmmhmmm," Victor agreed, around a mouthful of his caffeine-delivering device. "I saw a blue deer yesterday. Also fact. Why not a damn yeti?"

Edited 2012-10-16 19:45 (UTC)

"Exactly," Olive said, nodding. "I'm pretty amazed Ally and I both managed to get by unscathed. How's your day going? Working on anything fun?"

"The universal remote has decided it only wants to talk to TVs," Victor answered off-handedly. "So my day's been pretty normal. What about yours, other than the yeti sighting? Also, do you want to go to homecoming with me?"

He hadn't meant it to come out quite that way; he just wasn't great at being patient when he had an important question on his mind.

Olive blinked at him, though a hesitant smile slowly spread across her features. "Okay. I mean, that's an okay to going with you. Agreement, not adjective about my day, which...just kind of improved."

Sparkle might actually get a project after all.

Hopefully, Sparkle's project would not involve the jalapeno-and-candy corn hors d'ouevre Victor had been thinking about.

He laughed in relief, ducking his head a bit. "Okay? Good. I got scared I'd forget to ask you, and then you'd go hang out with girls in pajamas and I'd look like a complete loser." He paused, wondering if he'd said enough, then added: "Thank you. It'll be ... nice."

Way more than nice, but he figured that would get his point across.

Olive tried not to laugh, because adding a 'thank you' made it so cute, but her poker face wasn't always the best when she was caught off-guard. "I wouldn't let you look like a complete loser," she promised, shaking her head as she laughed softly. "Not that I think you could, anyway, but I'd come find you if we didn't go together. I already promised to play makeover project for someone, anyway, so now I have a reason to let him go all Jersey on my hair or something."

"How Jersey are we talking?" Victor asked, also laughing softly. "I mean, should I be prepared for you to show up tinted orange with hair six inches high?"

"I think I'd look good in orange," Olive decided thoughtfully. "And you probably shouldn't be worried. My stylist is Canadian, though he's promised not to let his own taste influence my appearance." She paused, twirling a lock of her hair. "I wouldn't let him make my hair that tall, anyway. I love me a spiked heel, and I refuse to show up for this thing suddenly six-foot-three."

"That would make me look like ... fun-size date, if you did," Victor said idly. "Also -- Sparkle, right? Didn't know he styled people."

Edited 2012-10-17 00:58 (UTC)

"Ding ding ding," Olive replied. "He made the offer awhile ago, and then re-upped it at the party. I could use the help, honestly, and he promised I won't come out a punk princess. And no, no fun size date for you. Hilarious though the pictures would be."

"Too bad. I know you wanted to tell everybody you went to senior year homecoming with a fetus," Victor joked. "Hey, if you do end up punk, let me know? I think he still wants to put eyeliner on me."

"...ooh."

Olive looked just a touch too interested in that, though she blushed a little and tried to roll with it. "You should let him do that. I'm not letting him spike my hair for the dance, but we have this...drama project thingie eventually. Maybe he can for that. I could be...you know. Hardcore." She made a devil's horns with her fingers.

"Rock on," Victor said, and tilted his head at her curiously. "Also, now I might actually try the eyeliner thing. But not for a dance. But what's the theater thing?"

"I dunno, I think Thor wants us all to get up on stage for our finals and he's going to make it like...a thing people can come see?" Olive winced a little. "I so thought I was just going to sew costumes but that doesn't seem to be an option. But he wants small groups, so I was gonna talk to Sparkle. The one time we sang together it sounded pretty okay, so...maybe we can get away with that?"

A pause, and then, "I'm not...shy," obviously, "I just don't want to get roped into something cheesy."

Said she who had sung, 'Knock on Wood' for her entire student body, in a boa.

"It won't be cheesy," Victor lied. Badly. "Okay, it's a school thing, but ... as long as it isn't about drugs or gangs or being a good example, maybe it won't be too bad with the cheesiness? Like, people just singing might be good."

"I'm suspicious of the timing of finals," Olive noted, eyeing him. "Fa la la la la, la la la la. Cheese is utterly unavoidable if I'm right."

"Do not let anybody sing Feliz Navidad," Victor urged, then reconsidered. "... actually, they can sing Feliz Navidad as long as they stay away from that song about the big sombrero. I hate that. And no Christmas Shoes. It ruins my holiday spirit."

"It doesn't touch your soul?" Olive asked intensely, clutching a hand gently to her heart. "I mean, this kid needs shoes really bad. It's totally genuine and not at all emotionally manipulative or awful at all."

"I just don't care about sad little kids," Victor said, shaking his head slowly. "It's one of my failings. Still wanna go out with me?"

"I dunno," Olive said, tapping her chin. "I mean, the well-being of tragic, fictional street urchins in twangy holiday music is one of my big sticking points. Maybe -- just this once -- I can let you off easy and look past it."

"I could promise that I won't let you down again?" Victor offered. "Or ... not about holiday music, anyhow."

"And that's the really important one," Olive said, nodding seriously. "Watch, you've probably jinxed me and that stupid song about the shoes is what I'll have to sing or something. Or the one about the big sombrero, which I don't even know."

"I'm not singing it, but if you're ever listening to the radio around Christmas and think Speedy Gonzales is singing, that's it," Victor told her. "And I apologize in advance if I jinxed you. Promise, I'll applaud your part of the show even if the song stinks."

Edited 2012-10-17 03:15 (UTC)

"Sweet of you," Olive said, grinning at him. "I mean, I'll probably be making fun of us along with everyone else, because I'm a jerk, but at least I'll have my own little cheering section before my misanthropy takes over."

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