Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

All in all, today wasn't a bad day.

Well, it was kind of an unfortunate weekend for a guy who worked in a clothing store, granted. When he'd walked in for his shift, half of his inventory was already gone, and the rest had been pawing at the door waiting for him to open it so that the whole lot of it could stage a jailbreak. Which wasn't necessarily bad. It meant that there was at least a pair of pants that he could make a grab for as they shuffled on by. For a guy who had shown up to work in a pair of shorts rationalizing that he could just get more clothes at the store, that was... kind of a win? Halfway a win. The pants didn't even fit all that well. He needed a belt to hold them up.

Sparkle sighed as he looked around at what was left. There was at least a little bit of stock. Mostly the stuff that had been on the racks since forever that had somehow missed the burn barrel. Maybe people who were desperate would put it on, but Sparkle couldn't see anybody in their right mind wearing that garbage willingly.

"Let me guess," he drawled, looking at a pair of parachute pants with hamburger print on them, "you're the scabs."

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[myownface]

It's not pretty.

Literally. Nothing in here is pretty right now except maybe the people.

Talk to Sparkle

[myownface]

He's got pants on!

... That's something, right?

Re: Talk to Sparkle

[exiledisciples.livejournal.com]

Atton hadn't answered his comm in nearly a week, and while Mical was used to some amount of... tantrumming from the man, it was beginning to get highly convenient.

So he commed Atton's roommate - that seemed the easiest possible way to get to him. That may have been cheating, but in Mical's experience, it was effective.

Sparkle's phone began to ring.

Re: Talk to Sparkle

[myownface]

Alright, so, on the list of people Sparkle expected to have calling him, Mical was somewhere near the bottom, below 'Brad Pitt' and 'an actual rock.' And he didn't exactly recognize the number right away, so maybe he could be forgiven for answering the phone with, "If I won anything, I don't want it, and don't even think about trying to get me to subscribe to something."

Yes, even on a Sunday. Damn telemarketers.

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[exiledisciples.livejournal.com]

Well, that was... unexpected. Then again, Mical was starting to expect the unexpected from Sparkle, after the last few stunts-- regardless. "Ah," he said. "No, you haven't won anything. I'm sorry to bother you, but is Atton showing any sign of getting out of his snit?"

Mical had given up on attempting to be respectful about it, whenever this happened. It was a snit.

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[myownface]

Oh. It was him.

"Uh, man. In order for me to be able to answer that, he'd have to, like, be here. I thought you put him to work or something."

He kind of hadn't seen Atton in a while.

...

His guts were doing a little kind of lurchy thing. Okay. Fuck. It was probably nothing. Right?

"What, he's not there?"

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[exiledisciples.livejournal.com]

"He's not there?" Mical echoed at more or less the same time. He blinked rapidly.

He hadn't had any sign that Atton was in the kind of mood that led to another galaxy-spanning bender... so that seemed unlikely. But then what? "No, I refused his request for an operation last week and he left. I presumed..."

That he'd gone back to Fandom to sulk, like the last few times this had happened.

Re: Talk to Sparkle

[myownface]

"Why the hell would you presume anything about Atton? Have you ever, like, met the guy?"

Okay, that was a slightly shrill note, even for Sparkle. He took a deep breath and reeled it in a little.

"Maybe he got sick of you telling him what to do," he said, a bit more reasonably. If slightly petulantly. "I don't know if you've noticed, but you don't exactly inspire the guy with confidence in your ability to make the right call about basically anything that he has a vested interest in."

For Atton to be making requests to do something, he had to be interested in it somehow.

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[exiledisciples.livejournal.com]

"Considering my previous experi--"

Mical stopped that sentence midway. He'd gotten comfortable with the perimeters of Atton's behavior, and that was exactly what the man had always been good at preying on. May the Force be with us.

He rubbed his temple.

"Please tell me he's said anything to you about where he's going."

Re: Talk to Sparkle

[myownface]

Sparkle gave a heavy sigh and sagged back against the counter, staring up at the ceiling.

"Not even a voicemail this time," he muttered. "I mean, he just kind of goes for a while, you know? To do your Jedi stuff. It isn't like I call to keep tabs on him whenever he's gone for a few days. I can try."

Hell, he was kind of inclined to. Not that he expected answers.

Re: Talk to Sparkle

[rebelseekspizza]

Hey, look who also had pants on!

... Just pants. Dante'd lost his shirt sometime yesterday afternoon, and neither it nor any of his other shirts had come back to him. Which meant he had to come in and buy more shirts. Again.

At least he didn't look in the least bit concerned - or even really aware - of being shirtless as he walked into the store. ... He probably wouldn't have even cared if there hadn't been pants involved. "Hey," he called. "Anyone in?"

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[myownface]

Clothes were more like a suggestion around here anyway, weren't they? Sparkle blinked up, still a little bit out of sorts after his conversation with Mical, but couldn't help but smile faintly at the familiar voice. Or the view.

Don't mind that he was picking himself up off the floor, Dante. The weather was nicer down there.

"I'm basically the only thing left in here," Sparkle noted, dusting himself off a bit. "Hey, Dante. Nice shirt."

Re: Talk to Sparkle

[rebelseekspizza]

"Thanks," Dante said, without missing a beat. Squinted a little at the sitting on the floor thing, though... and then at the state of the shop.

"Looks like somebody stocked up."

Re: Talk to Sparkle

[myownface]

"Give you three guesses who, and if the first two aren't the fucking island, then you're way off-track," Sparkle replied, shrugging. "We have some stuff left, but... uh..."

He glanced at the remaining stock.

"How it didn't end up going right into the burn barrel is anybody's best guess."

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Yeah, uh..." Dante wandered over to pick something off a rack. Something being a pair of violently blue-and-red harem pants. "You get a lot of clown shoppers in here at some point?" he asked, holding it up. "You could probably build a circus tent out of this shit."

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[myownface]

"I don't know. Maybe it's left over from, like, Halloween." He paused for a moment, and then amended, "Or the eighties."

Possibly both.

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante grinned, clumping up the pants in his hand and pushing it at Sparkle. "Check out that fabric," he said, "So not a cheap Halloween costume."

Pushing it specifically at Sparkle's chest, not his hands, because shameless was as shameless did.

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[imafuturist]

Tony had ended up in just a skintight undersuit for the armor. And that was only by virtue of having it stored in his bones now.

Which was a thing that wasn't weird at all. Shhh.

"So this is just a thing, isn't it?"

Re: Talk to Sparkle

[myownface]

"This is pretty much totally a thing," Sparkle agreed, smiling a bit when Tony came in. And, you know, pausing a moment so that he could like what he saw. So sue him. "Fandom Island, home of the things. Hey, Tony. Good to see you."

You and your skintight undersuit.

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[imafuturist]

You knew a superhero, Sparkle. This was actually a pretty modest version of some costumes.

"You too," Tony replied with a faint smile. "So, the island wants people naked a lot."

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[myownface]

Hey, Sparkle knew several superheroes. Just... only the one Marvel one. He was more used to people wearing baggy stuff for some inexplicable reason.

"The island is a terrible voyeur," he agreed, huffing a little laugh. "Your clothes walk away, you're left naked. You turn into an animal and turn back, you're left naked. Sometimes you get a really weird gremlin bite that leaves you naked, or you wake up on an alien ship or with somebody - naked - after a weekend you have no explanation for. It's a wonder any of us wear any clothes at all. That would mean job security for me if, you know, the clothes hadn't wandered off."

This looked less like job security and more like bankruptcy.

Re: Talk to Sparkle

[imafuturist]

"I haven't been naked on an alien ship yet," Tony chimed in cheerfully. "And I've been on quite a few alien ships now. Maybe it's something about you."

Don't tease, Tony. It was mean.

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[myownface]

"Maybe I'm just meant to be naked?"

That's right, Sparkle. Just lose all of your clothes and nip 'surprise nudity' right in the butt. Er. Bud.

"You know, I would probably even buy that if I had been the only one making the dash of pantsless shame off that ship that day."

He hadn't been that ashamed.

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[imafuturist]

"How did I miss this dash of shame?"

Because this sounded hilarious.

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[myownface]

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