Dressing Room

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Ack! Close the door; people are changing in here!

This post is for RPG shenanigans. The rules stand. A short refresher: don't be an asshole.

This post-specifics: multiple characters are okay. Characters specific to alternate verses are okay. OCs are okay. Your journal coming in to hang too is okay. There isn't a formal scenario here; it's an open sandbox where all characters and community-watchers can come and play. If your thread is going adult-only, put up a notice in the subject line. If it's going into trigger territory, don't be an asshole: no noncon-noncon'ing anyone, watchers included. Don't start OOC shit.

And have a blast!

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WHO WILL SHE CHOOSE, the big teddy bear or the irritable control freak? Five seasons of UST.

[readyaimfuego]

[Harry narrows his eyes at Hendricks, disbelieving. He's probably going to call his boss or something. Harry needs to wrap this up soon.]

Do whatever you like. Just keep out of my way while I'm wizarding. [And with that he stalks off across the park, as surly as any wizard ought to be.]

In the end, control freak hooks up w. the surly neighbour. Best episodes are when her boss drops by.

[bigraudr]

He rolls his eyes as the wizard stalks away, powering up his phone and tapping out a quick email. He's not sure where he expects someone to find him a kite and some chalk at noon in the office, but someone will manage. That's what they get paid for.

Then he calls himself an idiot, grabs his beg, and legs it after the wizard. "Dresden."

Just so long as the boss has mad chemistry with everyone. Surly neighbor included.

[readyaimfuego]

[Harry's still trying to get that damn jar open. It's like the clichéd pickle jar. Where's Murphy when he needs her?

He's... kind of surprised when Cujo comes back. He figured that their tense detente was over when he walked off.] What? What'd I just say? [It's not as combative as usual; he's simply confused by Cujo's continued presence.]


(OOC: bedtime!)

It's generally agreed that all episodes he's in should really just end with an orgy?

[bigraudr]

"Maybe I like this," he grunts. Manages to keep a straight face even. He's not even tempted to take the jar and open it for the guy-- watching the struggle is far too entertaining. And he needs some fun out of this. He'd really wanted to finish that chapter on HD. "Look, these things are mischievous, right?"



(ooc: night!)

Very much agreed. Oh Donar, how so awesome?

[readyaimfuego]

Like this... [Cujo has feelings? Next you'll tell him he has a life outside Marcone's business. His brain can't quite handle that. He does see Cujo watching him with the jar and glares, turning half away so continue to fight with the top out of view. He really needs a spell for times like this. What's the Latin equivalent of 'open seasame'?] Yeah, that's the MO for all the Fae. Why?

The surly neighbour lives in the basement suite? Donar just plucks him out when it's dinner time?

[bigraudr]

He's going to regret this. He can already tell. He should just go back to his bench, finish his salad, and read his damn book. Johnny must be rubbing off on him, making him chase after the wizard and fall into his pool of Only To Harry Dresden like this.

"So don't go looking for the aftermath." He shrugs. "Set a trap."

Donar as landlord? And Harry lives in the basement apt a whole season before they know he's there?

[readyaimfuego]

Right. I'll set a trap with no thaumaturgical link to the sylph and a park full of innocents around. Do I look like MacGuyver to you? [He snorts and gives up on the iron, tucking the jab into his pocket. His masculinity can't take fighting with the damn thing anymore.

No mafia enforcer is going to tell him how to do his job. He's got an eye on the park and long cranefly legs. When the sylph comes back, he'll chase it down.]

Omg. John looking out the back window before the reveal. His "...when did we get a DOG?"

[bigraudr]

Christ, he's as receptive as Marcone when he's got a bug up his butt and his sour face on.

"Don't make it so complicated."

He scrubs a hand at his face. He'd say he didn't get paid enough for this, but he gets paid an obscene amount.

"Look, I got someone bringing a kite for me, okay. And chalk. I don't know this shit. But that could work, right? Make some fun for it."

If you fly it, they will come?

Gard: "That is not a dog. That is a small dinosaur."

[readyaimfuego]

A kite. [You thought he looked disbelieving before? This is his I Don't Believe You face.

He sighs, explosively, like the entire world exists just to annoy him.] Okay, on the off change you're not screwing with me? It's possible, I guess. If the sylph goes for the kite, could maybe lead it to a circle to contain it.

"Fine. Then when did we get a DINOSAUR?"

[bigraudr]

Because on a scale of one to migraine, he's the one who does impossible things all the time.

He ignores the face. It's what he does with Marcone, too. "Then let's try it." He turns, scans back toward the office buildings-- jerks his chin when he sees one of Branen's crew booking it across the intersection, a brightly colored box kite in her hands. "I'll be right back, okay?"

They try to call Animal Control and Harry comes out to yell at them for trying to take his dog.

[readyaimfuego]

Okay. [This is weird and unprecedented. But really interesting. Cujo. Acting on his own. The geek in Harry just wants to take notes and investigate the hell out of this.

He leans on his staff, watching Hendricks go to meet the courier. There is indeed a kite visible in her hands. Maybe this isn't a scheme. Or maybe Harry just can't see the angle.

Either way. Interesting.]

He's lived here as long as they have! What do they mean they don't believe him!

[bigraudr]

He gets the kite-- and the text waiting for him as soon as he turns his phone on again, taking advantage of Dresden's distance to check it. Sighs and taps one out back, promising nothing's wrong and to fill Marcone in on the situation when he's back. Apparently John just can't believe he'd want to fly a kite on his lunch break.

"Here," he grunts, as soon as he's back. He's half surprised Dresden's still there. He holds the kite out. "What do you think?"

GDI now I really want this AU. It'd be so cute and domestic.

[readyaimfuego]

I think I'm at home, asleep, having a really weird dream. [He rubs the back of his neck and instead of taking the kite he pulls his own chunk of chalk out of his coat.] All right, so it looks like you aren't screwing with me.

Do you... know how to work one of those things? [He nods to the kite, unsure. The principle for the trap is sound. It's just...

He's never flown a kite before. That was the sort of things kids did when they had yards and toys and such. Not an orphan in a children's home.]

haha, ditto. G, H, J logically conclude that H must have a drug lab down there?

[bigraudr]

...Does. He know how to fly a kite?

Hendricks shoves his own chalk in his pocket and gives Dresden a suspicious look. He's sure Dresden's messing with him. ...but he sounds honestly unsure.

"It's been a few years, but I think I can manage it."

So...

"I play the bait then?"

until they get to know him and realize there aren't drugs in existence that make a man that weird.

[readyaimfuego]

You're a bigger morsel than I am, Cujo. Might as well give the faerie something to chase. [Which is pretty callous, so he sighs and changes track.] But you'll be fine. If it gets anywhere near you, I'll take care of it. Marcone would probably demand a weregild for you anyway.

[He walks to where the grass gives way to concrete and sets to making a circle. A big circle, carefully arching the lines to make it perfect. He's more than happy to leave the kite flying to Hendricks.]

Trying to figure out what he does becomes an ongoing gag through the next 4 seasons?

[bigraudr]

He squashes any amusement at the sight of Dresden crouched over like a giant-sized seven year old, playing with sidewalk chalk. Because yeah. He's about to fly a goddamn kite.

He unwraps a few feet of string, and sucks on a finger, testing the wind. Gentle. Cool. Maybe a little low, but just about perfect. And here's where he wishes they'd found him a kite in a color scheme other than rainbow.

"Hey, Dresden?" He holds the kite up one-handed, the string with the other, trying to catch the breeze. "Give me a jump?"

[readyaimfuego]

[Harry's in the process of bending his body like a six-foot-nine protractor, detailing the circle in the ground. If it looks like it's awkward work, that's only because it is.

He looks up, surprised, and immediately wishing he could use cameras like the rest of the world because Hendricks standing there with a colorful toy kite is probably one of the best things he's ever seen on a case. He grins for a sec before rewinding what Hendricks said in his head.]

Oh, yeah, sure. [With a simple open palm and an indirect push of will, he murmurs,] Ventas.

[bigraudr]

The kite catches the breeze, snapping out of his hand. It spins and dives, but he pumps the string, and it evens out, carried up by Dresden's push and a bit of luck.

There. What kind of wind-making air-elemental could resist that? "Now I guess we wait," he says, shoots a look back at Dresden.

... maybe a different job every week? "Aren't you a baker?" "No, I'm a violinist now." "Oh."

[readyaimfuego]

[Harry dusts off his hands and stands. He steps gingerly out of the circle, but starts to focus on it to ready it for the Sylph.] Yeah. When the Sylph goes for the bait, try to... I don't know, rein in the kite and bring it this way?

[He walks to stand by Cujo, watching how he works the kite in his hands. It's new to Harry and makes him feel... not nostalgic, because you can't be nostalgic for things you haven't done, but something like that.

He sees a few people staring at them. He startles out of his brief melancholy and realizes what they must look like.] Well, this is mortifying.

He knows a bit of everything &someone who does whatever odd job needed, bc of all the jobs he's had?

[bigraudr]

Hendricks does his best to ignore the onlookers. What, have they never seen someone flying a kite before? He grunts. "You're the one who wears the El Dorado coat."

The kite dives suddenly, hit with a gust of wind-- he tenses, pulls gently on the string... it evens out, back to normal. His eyes narrow. Just keep waiting. Like any other stake out. "You want a go?"

He can do it all, unless it involves computers. Yet he still barely makes rent, the poor thing.

[readyaimfuego]

The El Dorado coat can block semi-automatic fire, Cujo. [And he thinks he looks good in it. It's heavy and dramatic, and wizards can use that to their advantage. Plus, long coats are cool. Harry knows this from his comic books.

At Hendricks' offer, Harry... looks away, appearing to check that his circle is still unbroken.] That's... fine, no. I need to be ready to bring the circle up. I'm good. You've got it well in hand. Never knew you had it in you, Cujo.

And somehow manages to keep up his giant dog and cat. And show up at the strangest times.

[bigraudr]

"Just offering." Cujo. He rolls his eyes. No one ever accused Dresden of not having a sense of drama. Or knowing anything about him, but he was fine to keep it that way.

"How high does that circle go? It's gonna catch it in the air, right?"

For a while, John and Gard are convinced he's a contracted spy of some kind. A very unsubtle one.

[readyaimfuego]

I know. Thanks. [He says softly, then immediately turns his attention to the task at hand. He can feel the Sylph's magic, but it's been lurking around the park long enough it feels like the faerie is everywhere.] It should, if I'm putting enough power into it, and I will. But we've got to get the Sylph in there before--

[There's a gust, not slamming directly into Harry like the last one, but close by. He can feel the shift in the wind, the way it shifts direction and pushes against the natural breeze.

Harry reaffirms his grip on his staff and shields his eyes with his other hand, trying to squint into the sky.] Incoming.

It's a very cunning plan, they're sure.

[bigraudr]

He can feel it, the tingle from his watch face, the little popping sparks that indicate something faerie-made, the way the wind dips and changes-- the kite starts spinning like a top, impossible, jerking in his hands like it's going to take him with it.

"Dresden!" He braces against the pull, shoulders burning against the rotation, trying to keep it steady. "Get ready!" It starts spinning the other way, and he pumps on the string, pulling it with him towards the circle.

And Hendricks is like "lol, you guys" and is the only sane one in the building.

[readyaimfuego]

[Watching a tiny fae creature trying to carry off a bulky Outfit button man is kind of hilarious, but it's go time, and Harry's always ready for things like this.

Staff in hand, he gathers his will. He needs the circle to be strong and sky-high. His power simmers, like a kettle ready to whistle. Harry watches like a hawk, judging where the Sylph must be, trying to pinpoint when it'll be within the wide circle he's drawn.

He's seen Hendricks survive a hoard of uber ghouls. One little mischievous faerie isn't going to take the big guy out. It takes a moment, but Harry sees the kite twist into the circle.

He lifts his staff with a wordless cry of effort, and the circle snaps into place.

Oh. With Cujo inside. Huh.]

Okay. Don't panic. [He walks to the circle, slowly.] It's gonna be fine, it's one Sylph and it's cut off from the air outside the circle. Don't panic.