The Perk: Saturday afternoon

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but she'd decided to find a place where she could observe without looking too much like she was just staring at people.

Besides, the Perk had great hot chocolate.

So, she'd settled in with a cup of hot chocolate and a pastry to enjoy some people watching.

The handsome guy in the corner with dark sunglasses, well... he looked as if he might be doing some surveillance as well.


[Completely open! Both Mercy and Michael Samuelle are here.]

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Talk with Mercy

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy sipped at her hot chocolate, wondering just what the island had up its sleeve this time.

Re: Talk with Mercy

[lovemykilt]

Priestly finished off his shirtless, kilted run at the Perk for a coffee (as had been pointed out, everyone in fic was addicted to coffee). He lifted his chin in greeting at Mercy. "Baaaabe."

Because that was how assholes greeted women, you see.

Re: Talk with Mercy

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy looked up at him curiously. He looked a lot like her teacher. Except for the hair and well... She sniffed at him, because that was how she always used her super sense of smell, regardless of whether people noticed or not - though normally no one seemed to notice it at all.

No, he didn't smell like Dean Winchester, not nearly as much scent of gun oil and much more crazy hair product.

He was odd, but his near nakedness did wake up her coyote hormones a bit.

"Um... Hi. Do I know you?"

Re: Talk with Mercy

[lovemykilt]

"Nah," Priestly said. "But you want to."

You really don't want to, Mercy. Not this weekend.

Re: Talk with Mercy

[walkswithcoyote]

"Do I?" She leaned back in her chair and shoved another out for him with her foot.

Of course she was always this forward. In a snarky way, obviously.

Re: Talk with Mercy

[lovemykilt]

Priestly spun the chair around to sit on it backwards -- while wearing a kilt, which was a good several inches shorter than it usually was -- and leaned his arms on the chair. "So." He waggled his eyebrows. "How you doing?"

Oh honey. No.

Re: Talk with Mercy

[walkswithcoyote]

Oh please. Hadn't he read any of that NC-17 werewolf fic? Had he no idea just how well hung all the werewolves were? Did he not know that Mercy had grown up in a world where these amazingly gorgeous, well-hung werewolves got naked around her all the time?

Still... the hormones he was pumping out...

She smiled at him, then looked at him a little warily, thoughts of Samuel suddenly springing to her mind. (No one said the fic writers were consistent!) "I'm okay... You must be... very warm."

Re: Talk with Mercy

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was here to meet Priestly and go running! In a very cute top.

Also, to dish about Jak and last night, maybe? "Hey, you!"

Re: Talk with Mercy

[lovemykilt]

"Sweetcheeks!" What? "You know, you'd look great if you wore shorter shorts."

Because that cute top wasn't cute enough. And Priestly was an asshole.

Re: Talk with Mercy

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Bzuh? Okay, 'babe' was one thing, but that... "Is today Ironic Day? 'Cause that sounds very-- post-modern. Deconstructed. I don't even know." She wasn't an English major, okay?

And then Dinah opened her mouth and said, "And you'd look better in a Speedo. Or not."

Re: Talk with Mercy

[lovemykilt]

Priestly looked down at his shirtless chest, and his kilt that was getting shorter as they spoke. "I would look hot in a speedo," he acknowledged. "But I'd look fucking awesome wearing anything."

Because he certainly wasn't known for his confidence issues or anything.

Re: Talk with Mercy

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Or nothing!"

Dinah was joking. No really. NO REALLY DAMNIT KARLA AND MOMOKO, STOP WRITING ALREADY.

"...um. Yeah. Anyway." Awwwwkward. "Jak and I had a wonderful evening!"

That had weirdly faded to black after some awesome kissing.

Approach Michael

[m-samuelle.livejournal.com]

Michael wasn't certain how he'd ended up back in Fandom and wasn't having any luck just yet reaching Section. For the moment he was here with a cup of coffee and a croissant assessing the situation.

Re: Approach Michael

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker was having a weird, weird day. Which put her in a terrible mood.

She stared at Michael as she walked in, and suddenly her gun was in her hand. "This is so not happening."

Re: Approach Michael

[m-samuelle.livejournal.com]

"Parker."

Michael wasn't surprised. He was never surprised. He was Section's top operative after all.

"You look well. Not that I'd expect anything less."

Re: Approach Michael

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"How many years has it been?" Parker paused. "Seven, eight? I'd expect you to be dead by now. Spy-work being what it is."

Aaaand the gun was not being put away.

Re: Approach Michael

[m-samuelle.livejournal.com]

He shrugged. "I'm good at what I do."

His accent deepened slightly. "As are you. I've kept an eye on you over the years. Very impressive."

Re: Approach Michael

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Because that's not creeper-levels of stalkitude."

But she was still sitting down at the table with him now. Very suddenly. Because someone forgot to write her walking over there.

Re: Approach Michael

[m-samuelle.livejournal.com]

"You like it, though," he said, stretching out one hand to brush lightly against hers before pulling it back. "Knowing I was out there. That I never stopped thinking about you."

Re: Approach Michael

[lil-nikita.livejournal.com]

Alex was vaguely aware something odd was going on. She kept looking over her shoulder wondering if the paparazzi had found her in this small town. Part of her knew it was weird of her to worry about something like that. Also, why were they so obsessed with taking pictures of starlets leaving coffee shops with huge cups of caffeinated goodness?

And why was she so drawn to the mysterious guy who she didn't recognize? She glanced at him suspiciously. Not at all subtle for a girl who was supposed to be a spy someday. Was he one of them?

Re: Approach Michael

[m-samuelle.livejournal.com]

Michael watched her coolly, assessingly.

How could he possibly look out of place, sitting there in a corner, all in black, and wearing sunglasses?

Re: Approach Michael

[lil-nikita.livejournal.com]

He looked like a lot of people sitting in coffee shops in L.A., but there was something different about him. Was he escaping from a mysterious past, too?

"Haven't seen you in here before." Yes, that was a greeting.

Re: Approach Michael

[m-samuelle.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps because I have not been here in many years," Michael suggested. Mysteriously. As a spy might.

Re: Approach Michael

[lil-nikita.livejournal.com]

"So you've been here before," Alex replied, stating the very obvious.

Also, was that an accent she noticed? A kind of nice one...er, a mysterious one. Yes, mysterious. Why did she feel like she was betraying someone by finding his accent kind of hot?

That was weird.

Re: Approach Michael

[m-samuelle.livejournal.com]

"I have."

It was an accent. A marvelously seductive and mysterious accent - totally better than that of anyone else named Michael she might someday meet.

It was no betrayal if it was the truth.