scuse me, pardon me

[gloryisbullshit]

Who: Party Poison and YOU, baby (please)
When: Anytime starting day 13 running through day 15
Where: Throughout all the houses
What: So Party Poison is a growing boy with a lot of curiosities and he might be breaking into any houses that look like they don't have anyone living in them! SO IF YOU LIVE ALONE, YOU ARE PROBABLY GOING TO HAVE A SURPRISE VISITOR! Or maybe you're just passing by and see this fella busting into an empty house! Please! Please, come stop him--or help him get in and explore! Some of these attics are hard to crawl into!
Warnings: Cussing, probably lots of cussing.

Maybe it's a little dangerous to be out, but he kind of likes having the animals out. He's not scared; he's got a good knife from Hawkeye, and let's face it--Party Poison is a fucking animal. Ah, he's just so cool. Thus armed with his bowie, a flashlight, and his inherent coolness, he decides today is another good day for exploring.

And by "exploring", we mean "breaking and entering." The fact is, the library is boring. He hasn't had the patience to read for ages. The bar is excellent, but he doesn't feel like being drunk yet today, the church is a church, and he's already done a mental inventory of the pharmacy. The lighthouse--ah, that's something he'd like to explore. But it's such a walk. It's much easier to scope out these houses, and there are so many to scope out! Look, he's not an idiot: he only picks on the houses with empty windows, the ones he hasn't seen people moving in and out of--

Maybe he can learn something inside, okay?

It's the pursuit of knowledge that brings this skinny, dirty little dude to your doorstep. Don't bother coming to open it. He's pretty deft at popping locks. He'll let himself in.

Comments

[gloryisbullshit]

"Holy shit!" A low, appreciative whistle. "That is not low-impact tunes! So what, runs in the family, or what?"

[porcelainpride]

"Freak genetics. Maybe I was struck by lightning as a baby or something. Broadway lightning."

[gloryisbullshit]

"Broadway Lightning." He snorts. "I like that name better.

"You here alone?"

[porcelainpride]

Kurt blinks a couple times, then nods, slowly. "I think everyone here came on their own. Besides you and Kobra, of course."

[gloryisbullshit]

"Yeah, no shit, Broadway. I mean who're you cookin for? Can't be by yerself in this big ol' place, right?" His eyes wander up to the ceiling. "Not safe to be alone. Never know what's gonna wander in."

[porcelainpride]

"Oh." He gives a mildly gloomy sigh, propping his chin in his hands. "No, I live here alone. But I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you."

[gloryisbullshit]

Sure, you can. Party looks over him skeptically, oh-so-innocuously reaching for a muffin. Ahem. "Whattaya gonna do, pumpkin intruders to death? I'm trembling."

[porcelainpride]

For that, Party, you get your hand swatted by a pumpkin-glaze-y spoon. "No sneaking."

[gloryisbullshit]

Ah, hey! "I'm not sneaking, they're right there! You're right there!"

[porcelainpride]

"Then you can ask nicely."

[gloryisbullshit]

He huffs, obviously (and honestly!) put out. "Please."

[porcelainpride]

Much better. Here, have a muffin, complete with plate and napkin.

[gloryisbullshit]

What the...fucking...He makes a face at the plate and napkin, setting both to the side and picking at the muffin with his fingers. "Who are these for, then?"

[porcelainpride]

Heavy sigh. Oh well, one can try, right? "Anyone who wants them. The ability to cook is crucial in making friends."

[gloryisbullshit]

Excuse him if his mouth is full, but: "...That's like...your main concern? Making friends?"

[porcelainpride]

Uh-oh, you're making him scowly and huffy again. "If it's with people who know how to kill bloodthirsty wolves and mountain lions, then yes, it is. If people like me, they'll be more invested in making sure I don't die."

[gloryisbullshit]

Oh, he grins. "Ooh, Broadway. That is cold for a pretty thing like you."

[porcelainpride]

"Survival of the fittest." Have a haughty little hair-flick, before he hops off the counter. "Now, if you aren't planning on absconding with any more of my muffins, I'm going to deliver the rest of them."

[gloryisbullshit]

"I'm good." He hums, still smirking, all self-satisfied. What a smart little guy! Maybe Party's just a little proud that someone around here isn't as totally altruistic as they pretend to be. "My advice? You oughta muffin yer way into a roommate. Or a bodyguard. Not sayin, just sayin."

[porcelainpride]

Kurt knows what's up, all right? He knoooows. And now he'll be looking very smug whilst putting his muffins in a basket. "I'm working on it. Almost everyone has a place to live thus far, but there are new people arriving all the time."

[gloryisbullshit]

The moment Kurt takes his hands away, Party sweeps up the basket, holds it up for inspection. "Pfft. Where ya goin, little red? Gramma's? Like you didn't already have to watch out for wolves..."

[porcelainpride]

Kurt scowls while pulling on his sweatshirt -- and yes, it's red and yes, it has a hood -- and makes a grab for the basket. "It's ironic. Give me that."

[gloryisbullshit]

Whatever, whatever, take it! Party throws a glance at the door leading out the kitchen and...makes a note to explore later. "You want a hunstman for the walk?"

[porcelainpride]

"Please and thank you." Kurt will tug his hood up and grab a couple cans of -- yes, that's hairspray -- off of the counter, before tucking them into the big pocket of his sweatshirt.

and then they took to the woods for wandering?

[gloryisbullshit]

Party's smile just grows at the way Kurt stows the spray away, but he smothers it a little in an attempt to be slightly less condescending. He backs towards the door he came in through, popping and holding it open. "My pleasure, Broadway."