The Perk, Monday Morning

[nookiepowered]

Coffee was a need. Just a normal morning need to start with, but after the third time Bo inhaled tinsel as she walked down the street, it became a MIGHTY NEED. Like, a Thor-level MIGHTY NEED. Like a If People On This Island Are Going To Survive Any Encounter With Me Today There Had Better Be Caffeine And/Or Naked Thor And I Don't See Him Anywhere In The Immediate Vicinity MIGHTY NEED.

Yet another lungful of shiny silver strips right in front of the weird new vending machine outside the Perk so Bo had to grab onto it just to keep from falling on her ass in a coughing fit? Not a MIGHTY NEED.

"Do not tip or rock. Machine will not dispense free pro--"

Super-strength punching said weird new vending machine, though, that was a MIGHTY NEED. Maybe not Thor-level, but close.

"Da fucque?" Bo said to the gun that fell out into her hand.

That was French for I have a REALLY MIGHTY NEED for a triple peppermint mochaccino right now.

[OOC: A MIGHTY NEED.]

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[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Coffeeeee was in fact a huge need, because certain roomies hadn't bought more beans.

Or maybe that was Kenzi. Shut up.

And now there was a roomie with a gun. And a lot of babbling from Kenzi.

"Okay okay okay I'll buy the next round of French Roast, jeez!"

[nookiepowered]

Well, Bo wasn't pointing the gun at her, also jeez. At the moment she was pointing it at the ground, studying the stock and hilt trying to see where the bullets went. Or came from. Or if it even used bullets.

"Buy me something with whipped cream and sprinkles now and we'll call it even," she replied, looking up.

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"Such a good thing that people are leaving their money boxes all over the place this week," Kenzi muttered, staggering to the counter. She signaled the barista dude and gave him the international sign for Coffee NOW and then added, "You heard her. And pumpkin spice for me."

She squinted at Bo, then her new toy. "Where can I get one?"

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Bo lifted an eyebrow. "Machine outside. Which bodes so well for whatever the island thinks it's up to this week. You said there's money boxes?"

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"Coolness. I'mma get caffeinated and get one for me!"

Yes, because that's what everyone wants for you, Kenzi.

"Yes! I found one under a park bench, it had ten dollars in it, and another one stuck on top of a garbage can, scored thirteen dollars, and now I'm gonna go on a treasure hut of awesome because where there's two there's more!" And thus, money to buy coffee for roomies! And guns for Kenzis!

[nookiepowered]

"Yeah, there's a combination the world needs: Kenzi, buttloads of caffeine, and high-tech guns."

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Their drinks were now ready, so Kenzi handed over Bo's before enthusiastically slurping hers. And ignoring that sarcasm.

"If they're going to make it this easy to get guns, there's clearly a good reason. Aside from them being shiny."

[nookiepowered]

"Like someone wants us to blow each other away so they can move in and take over the island without a fight?"

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Kenzi choked on her swallow of pumpkin spice, hacked, then gave Bo a reproachful look. "Now, why did you have to spoil my happy buzz?"

[nookiepowered]

Bo reached over the counter, brushed the barista's hand, then grabbed a large handful of salted caramel chips with her other one.

"Better?" she asked after dumping the chocolate into Kenzi's coffee.

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That got her a happy hum of agreement as Kenzi sipped it, eyes closed. "I still don't like the idea that people wanna give us money and guns for bad reasons. But now I have chockie."

[nookiepowered]

"Who knows; maybe it's all just preparation for holding the North American Skeet Shooting Olympics somewhere in the Preserve."

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"Is a skeet a mammal or a bird?" Kenzi tilted her head. "I bet I could get some good betting going on something like that."

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"I guess you could technically say it's a bird, since it's a clay pigeon?"

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"Is that a clay pigeon the way there's blue deer and furred fish in the Preserve, or is it some weird hunting person thing?"

Re: s a

[nookiepowered]

"Everywhere else in the world, it's just the weird name they give to a plate that gets shot up in the air for target practice." Bo shrugged. "In Fandom, who knows?"

[justlurkinghere]

"..."

Derek was covered in glittery tinsel and not comfortable with the sudden surge of guns in town. Hence his very subtle backing away from Bo and her tinsel problems.

Just... Ignore how much had accumulated on his head. It ruined the mystique.

[nookiepowered]

Bo was just gonna... cough for a bit. Then wave the gun for emphasis, as you do.

"This is not my idea of holiday cheer."

[justlurkinghere]

DAMN IT, BO.

"Happy Holidays from the NRA," Derek suggested, keeping an eye on the gun. A wary, wary eye.

[nookiepowered]

Bo eyed the machine. "You suppose these things have a 3-day cooling off period...if you don't get your gun by punching it?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek eyed the machine next. "Doubt it. Just what this island needs. Guns."

[nookiepowered]

"We already have a gun shop," Bo pointed out. "But yeah, at least there's somebody there to not sell them to sixteen-year-olds."

Bo, you should probably meet Ron before saying things like that. Just saying.

[justlurkinghere]

Makes you miss the days when there was a mutant messiah running the place, huh?

"Or younger." Ugh.

[nookiepowered]

Bo looked thoughtfully down at her freebie gun. "Unless the guy running that place is the one who put these things up. In which case, not cool."

[justlurkinghere]

"...the guy with the mustache?" That was about all Derek could recall about him. Oh, and that he smelled a lot like bacon.

[nookiepowered]

"I haven't met him," Bo said with a shrug. "So far all I know about him is he's not Deadpool's boyfriend." Which... possibly said good things for his sanity, at least?

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed at that. "How many of these are there?"

[nookiepowered]

"I don't know. There's one in the dorm lobby, of all places -- I didn't realize until just now that they actually had guns in 'em, or I'd have tried to do something about that, at least."

[justlurkinghere]

"This'll go well." He was going to get shot so much, isn't he?

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Kenzi might be throwing a bit of tinsel at Derek's back. And side.

Look, he was as tall as a tree! He needed decorating!

[justlurkinghere]

Which meant Derek had to turn and glare. Because he was too surly for these shenanigans this week.

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Kenzi looked over her shoulder for the Tinsel Bandit. Damn, those guys were fast!

Then she gave Derek a big grin.

"They have pumpkin spice here!"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek didn't trust a word that came out of your mouth, Kenzi. Not a word.

"Do they."

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That was probably wise. So wise. Good thing that puppy didn't come with you today, Derek.

"Mmmmmm!" Kenzi demonstrated. Pumpkin spice, everything nice. That's what... okay, no, Kenzis consume that, they're not made of that.

"Also, boxes. All over the place. Randomly. Which, if you see one, I'll be happy to take it off your hands."

NO REASON.

[justlurkinghere]

That dog would have drowned in tinsel, let's be honest.

"No. And if I did, I wouldn't give them to you."

DOG THIEF.

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GRUMPY WOLF.

"Is that any way to talk to someone with a handful of tinsel?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Sure." HE WASN'T AFRAID OF YOUR TINSEL.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

GOOD THING. 'Cause now it was being blown towards you on pumpkin-spiced lungs.

"I hope you celebrate something this season, and have the joy of guns and snow angels."

Or possibly Kenzi would show up to wind lights through your trees.

[justlurkinghere]

"Yeah, that's just what I think of around Christmas."

Or be consumed by guilt and self loathing. DAMN IT, DEREK.