Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle felt a little weird about coming in to work while his roomie was a younger, more paranoid, armed version of himself. But he'd left him a note - in Aurebesh - saying to help himself to whatever was in the fridge (the stuff in the clear containers with the snap-on lids was already cooked) and giving him directions on how to find him in case he had any questions or needed to wave that blaster in his face some more or... whatever.

He probably would have not bothered, but he wanted to get paycheques written up, and since his employees were both already about the same age as Jaq, he figured they probably wouldn't appreciate a defense of 'the island did a thing' so much if their pay came late.

Then again, he could probably have bribed them with stuffed animals and alcohol...

Ah well, too late for that, anyway. Demon Marcus was open.

[OOC: And screw the OCD!]

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[rebelseekspizza]

With radio on vacation for the semester and Dante... out in Baltimore for most of the past couple of days, he'd have to be excused for knowing fuck all about something weird going on around here. He was just kicking up the party prep for Ada, was all. So he was hitting up all the stores to see if he could find her a birthday gift or something.

And the upside of Demon Marcus was that Sparkle knew Ades, too.

He nudged open the door with a foot, then elbowed his way in. "Yo, Sparkle," he called.

[myownface]

"Hey, Dante! Come on in!"

Unless he was going to wave a weapon at Sparkle too, but considering the greeting, Sparkle doubted that was going to be an issue. He peered up from where he was signing Ada and Alluka's paycheques, and gave Dante a grin and a wave of his hand.

"How goes it, man?"

[rebelseekspizza]

No. No weapons. Unless Sparkle had randomly hired someone who was actually a demon named Marcus overnight. Dante grinned, walked up to the counter, and parked an arm on it. "Good," he said. "So, did you know it's one of your employees' birthday coming up?"

Maybe it'd already been, even. Ada hadn't been specific.

[myownface]

"You know, I did not know that?" Sparkle smirked a little, leaned over the counter a bit himself, and inclined his chin at Dante. "Process of elimination says that employee comes in on Thursdays and rocks body glitter in a way I can only be jealous of. Hot or cold?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Hot in more ways than one," Dante said, grinning. "She mentioned it two weeks ago. Figured I should probably throw her a party sometime soon."

[myownface]

"Ooo, party!" Sparkle's smirk turned into a full-out smile. "You know I'm totally on board to help with anything you might need for that, right? Food or whatever? For one of my two favourite employees, anything."

Because of course Sparkle had two favourite employees. Funny how that worked.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'm thinking about making it a carnival party," Dante shared. "Gonna ask a friend about getting us some games and shit."

He lifted his chin at the store. "But I'm also gonna need a birthday gift."

[myownface]

Aaahahaha, carnival party. Of course it was. Sparkle leaned back a little, sobering up a touch. Because of course there was carnival trauma. Of course there was.

"Well, we can do birthday gifts," he decided. "You were thinking of getting it from here, then?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Sorry, Sparks. Dante's trailer back home was parked right by one, and Ada herself was about as carnie as you could get.

"I'm hitting up most places in town," he admitted. "But I figured I'd stop by here first. You know her."

[sharp_as_knives]

There was something very strange going on in this town. Hannibal didn't know how he had gotten here, and he had spent the night in a house with pictures of a man who looked like a relative. He was in no hurry to get back to the orphanage, but he wanted to know what was going on here.

So now he was walking through the streets, peering in windows and checking things out.

[myownface]

Sparkle, meanwhile, had gotten around to working on one of the displays by the time Hannibal got to his window in particular, and... well, his jaw didn't hit his knee, per se, but knowing that Atton was a younger version of himself helped him place that particular face much more quickly than he otherwise might have.

The cheekbones helped, too. Damn. He blinked, and then held up a finger at the boy and made his way around to peer out the door at him.

"Uh, hey," he greeted, blinking. "New in town?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal eyed the boy for a second, then nodded carefully.

[myownface]

Sparkle shrugged a little.

"You look kind of like somebody who lives in town," he explained. "Doctor Lecter? He's, um..."

He waved a hand around a little.

"A doctor?"

Duh, Sparkle. Duh.

"I don't suppose the name rings any bells?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal cautiously nodded and shrugged. This Doctor Lecter must be the man in the pictures, though he didn't know of any doctors in his family.

Or anyone, come to that.

[myownface]

Sparkle's posture relaxed a little, and he gave the kid... gave Hannibal... an understanding smile.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be weird and corner you or whatever," he offered. "Dr. Lecter's been kind of like a parent to me. But if you don't really know him, um..."

He shrugged.

"Hey. I'm Sparkle. No, really."

[sharp_as_knives]

Whoever this Doctor Lecter was, Hannibal didn't think much of him - going off and being a parent to other people, while he was stuck in the orphanage.

He eyed the other boy - Sparkle - a bit longer, then finally swallowed to clear his throat and offered, "Hannibal."

[myownface]

"Hannibal," Sparkle replied, and then nodded faintly. Yeah, he'd figured. "Uh, hey. Welcome to Fandom Island. I'm guessing you don't really remember getting here, huh?"

Weekends like this had a funny way of following the same sort of script.

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil was not best pleased. He wasn't actually angry or anything, but really, seriously. He'd just grown back up again!

He huffed into the clothing store, his shorts coming down past his knees (yay for belts) and his shirt hanging off him.

"Sparkle!" He grinned and then pouted, holding up his arms. "It happened again!"

[myownface]

Sparkle blinked up at the familiar voice. And then immediately had to bite his cheek to keep from just laughing outright.

"Maybe the island thinks it's a good look on you," he offered, grinning. "If it helps any, I think it's something going around, this weekend."

[voiceoverdue]

"Really?" Cecil flopped at the counter. "Maybe it's just a temporary thing, then?" He could hope. "I didn't bring any of my old clothes back. And I'm not sure how this might affect my employment contract at the station back home."

[myownface]

"God, I hope it's temporary. My roommate is, like, twelve. And carries a gun around the apartment. It's starting to make me twitchy."

Okay, Jaq was older than that. But, like, comparatively. Or something.

"Seems like it might just be a weekend thing, at least."

[voiceoverdue]

"That's a relief," Cecil sighed. "Foucault's back to being a growing bird now, too, and I don't know how long I can keep him in shrimp. And I don't know where my roommate is, come to think of it."

[myownface]

"A kid again too, maybe?" Sparkle shrugged. He really didn't know Cecil's roommate, now that he was all grown up and living in town.

... Kind of like he was, admittedly.

Adulthood was weird.

"If it's just another island weekend thing, at least you might be back to normal and not having to belt your pants up again by, like, tomorrow?"

[voiceoverdue]

"I hope so," Cecil said. "I mean, this isn't exactly the height of fashion."

He smiled at Sparkle. "But how are you doing? I don't think I've said hi since I came back. Hi!"

[myownface]

"Oh, you know... been better, been worse," Sparkle replied, giving Cecil a wry smile. "It's been a long summer. But I'm back here, and nothing's tried to kill me in at least a few weeks now, so there's not really much to complain about, either."

Sure, Spark.