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[lockonstratos]

who: Lockon, Lyle, Lyle’s friends, roommates on the 14th floor, party crashers, anyone really, &c.
what: Catch-all (including Lyle’s birthday shindig)
when: March (mostly)
where: Various places
warnings: None as of yet.


i. Lyle’s birthday bash
(( open to Lyle, his friends, roommates on the 14th floor, party crashers, &c. ))

[ This whole birthday shindig was a last-minute deal, with store-bought snacks and little finger foods for grazing. It wasn’t anything to write home about it, but he was trying to do something nice for this brother. He wondered if it was too much, too soon. They didn’t really know each other as well as siblings should, but Lockon decided once fate threw them together in the communal housing that he was going to try to mend the rift that so many years estranged left.

So, yeah, he was spreading out food in the dining area of their floor: chips, dips, crudités, cheese and charcuterie, some warm foods like chicken wings, meatballs, and something that looked vaguely like sloppy joe mix (with buns just beside it). And a cake, of course. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he hoped Lyle would appreciate the effort.

And, Lockon was looking forward to meeting Lyle’s friends. ]


ii. Out and about
(( open to anyone ))

[ Even in a place like this, people do normal things. They have jobs to get to and friends to visit, things to shop for and lines to stand in (Lockon, by the by, is one of those people who’ll strike up conversation with a total stranger while waiting in the queue, sorry for your luck). It’s weird how normal it is. But then there’s that view in the sky that’s unlike anything he’s seen back home (so sorry if he bumps into you while he’s distracted).

Jogging, that his normal thing. At least it will be now. Early in the mornings and early in the evenings, he’ll run if only to keep his mind off what he left behind and how, even if he ever gets back, he’ll never be able to do or be what he was before losing his eye. Oh, hey, do you jog, too? Don’t mind the friendly Irishman trying to strike up a conversation as you go. ]

(( just sort of a “if you want to bump into (or be bumped into) by this guy while you’re out doing your dailies, here you go” generic prompt ))


iii. Meanwhile, back at communal housing
(( closed to Tieria and back-dated to shortly after Lockon arrived ))

[ Even on alien moons, people have to eat. What started out as a grocery run to pick up a few things he liked that weren’t on hand in the… dormitory – it was more like that than an apartment, really – turned into a much larger excursion. Snacks, yes. A shampoo with a smell he liked. Clothes, shoes, all the things a person newly relocated could need.

By the time he got back to the communal housing, his arms were laden with bags. Out is his good eye he could see the elevator door closing, the arrow pointing up glowing beside it. It would be a while before another one came and the stairs were out of the question with so much stuff. ]

Hey, hold the elevator!


iv. Wildcard
(( something you’re just dying to do with Lockon? Feel free to start it here, or hmu sakurazukamori for plotting ))

Comments

[luckyescape]

[Freya is licking her fingers when Lyle appears behind her. She has great spacial awareness but she looks back at him slowly as if she hadn't seen him appear behind her. His face really is the same though minus one eye-patch. What Freya notices the most is that he smells very different, that's interesting.]

Yeah. I mean, I live here so it wasn't far out of my way.

[She turns towards him with a warm grin.]

Guess you're Lyle? Nice ta meet cha. I'm Freya.

[holds_up_walls]

[Yep, the joys of being identical twins, but at least she does have the ability to tell the difference much easier than most people had been able to. It at least made Lyle's life easier here. There was something that made them different]

Well, true. Literally right around the corner. Still you could have stayed away or turned into a hermit.

Yeah, I'm Lyle. Nice to meet you, Freya. Enjoying the party so far?

[luckyescape]

I tried the hermit life once. It didn't really suit me. I didn't mind the dark but it's like asking for back problems and I've have to find a jacket with patches in it or learn Kung Fu or something. [Freya might be thinking of a different kind of hermit.] Anyway. [She looks up at Lyle with a smile.]

Happy Birthday.

I didn't get you anything.

[She's going to be completely honest about that.]

And I am. I love the snacks.

[holds_up_walls]

[See, she might have been being serious, but Lyle was going to take it that was making a joke and he chuckled] Yeah well when you say it like that, being a hermit doesn't sound so good. Though the knowing Kung Fu might be good.

Thanks. Neil probably avoiding saying that it was also his.

[He kind of waved his hand dismissively about the comment about getting him something]

You didn't have to get me anything. I'm glad you're having a good time.

[luckyescape]

[Freya tries to contain her laughter. She really needs to find a copy of Karate Kid to show Lyle. She has a little combat training though her skills are more along the lines of get-the-fuck-out-of-the-way than any actual fighting.]

He did but it wasn't hard to figure it out. I was thinking of buying him something just to be annoying.

[Being annoying on purpose is sometimes a lot of fun.]

How old are you turning anyway? I realize that guys aren't supposed to ask girls about their age but since I'm the girl and I'm asking and it's a birthday. It seems like an okay question.

[holds_up_walls]

[Yes, he really does need to see this movie because he doesn't have the same frame of reference for a hermit... and it would be a fun movie to watch!]

Yeah, a little hard to hide when he's wishing happy birthday to his identical twin. Who am I to discourage you from buying something for him to be annoying.

[Yep, they are brothers alright]

So I can't hide how old I am? ... I'm thirty-two.

[luckyescape]

[Freya snickers softly.]

I would have no idea what to get him. [She hasn't bought someone a gift in close to 11 years and she's not sure what people do for that anymore. She'd rather troll him, of course, she can always wrap up some of the chicken wings with a bow and give him that.]

No. You can't and you don't want me guessing.

[She's bad at figuring out ages.]

Really? So not that old.

[holds_up_walls]

Well if you are doing it to annoy him, it doesn't really matter. You could get him an alarm clock that plays an odd screeching sound if that were the case.

[He is a terrible troll and an even worse brother]

Really? I hope you wouldn't have guessed me being older than that. No, wait, don't answer that. I don't really want to know if you would have.

[luckyescape]

[Freya's lips tug into a devious smile.]

Oh, that's good. I like that. It's totally happening.

[Though she'll probably have the alarm clock play Rick Astley and he will never get the joke.]

You don't look too old. Besides, its better than me. I always get mistaken for younger than I am. It doesn't help that I am very short.