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dresden_kink_mods ([personal profile] dresden_kink_mods) wrote in [community profile] dresden_kink2011-04-01 08:53 pm
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Dressing Room

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!

(Don't have a dreamwidth account for your character(s)? Go check out [site community profile] dw_codesharing. If there's nothing on the first page, dig deep. Lots get missed, especially when new codes go out. Also, check out the code sharing post.)
readyaimfuego: Lee Pace as Harry, looking surprised or startled (say what now)

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

[personal profile] readyaimfuego 2011-05-29 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
bigraudr: big redhead man with blue eyes, slightly down angle on his buzzcut, neutral, approachable expression (Default)

He and Harry become midnight ice cream buddies?

[personal profile] bigraudr 2011-05-29 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
The circle closes around him and all he can do is think 'of course' before his feet leave the actual goddamn ground. He growls and yanks on the kite string, toes pointing down scuffing on the concrete.

Don't panic. Dresden and Douglas Adams. It figures.

And okay, it's just one little fae, a swirl of darker air in the wind, a buffeting out at the kite fabric, a gust of Jesus Christ cold up his pant legs. It's one little fae and it's probably pissed off now, but hey, he's in here with it. He's not the one who closed the circle.

"Okay," he says, "okay, calm down. You want the kite? You can have the kite." He lets go of the string.
readyaimfuego: Lee Pace as Harry, smiling warmly, perhaps sheepishly (a smile)

So long as Hendricks is bringing the ice cream, yes.

[personal profile] readyaimfuego 2011-05-29 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Harry grins.] Hey, good idea. We just need to see if it accepts the kite...

[The sylph evidentially does, spinning the kite through the air in the circle like a toy, sending it through loops and spirals, flashes of red, blue, green, yellow so fast they all blur into some unnamed color.

Harry tucks his thumbs in his pockets, unworried.]
Since the kite's not mine, you're the one with the leverage. It's up to you to ask it to leave.

(OOC: Bedtime!)
bigraudr: big redhead man with blue eyes, slightly down angle on his buzzcut, neutral, approachable expression (default; neutral; friendly; curious)

He can manage that. He needs someone other than J & G to talk to. Not good when HD's sane company.

[personal profile] bigraudr 2011-05-29 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
He's back on solid ground, and that's what matters, so he sucks at his teeth a moment and watches the kite bob and weave, blurring into a rainbow, going so fast it probably constitutes a deadly weapon.

"Right... Okay." He looks up at the blur of kite, draws a deep breath. He's spoken for Marcone before. "You get the kite. That's good; you like it, right? So take it home. The circle breaks, you take it and you go, and you don't come back here, not to Chicago. You leave these people alone, and no sending any of your friends or anyone else in your place. And then the kite's yours to keep, if you keep your promise, and honor it in goodwill. Got it? We have a deal?"

He holds his breath-- shoots Dresden a look. He's done his part. Now it's up the sylph.

(ooc: night!)

readyaimfuego: Lee Pace as Harry, smiling warmly, perhaps sheepishly (a smile)

In every AU, Hendricks is doomed to being the only sane person.

[personal profile] readyaimfuego 2011-05-29 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Harry smiles encouragingly. He may even give Hendricks a thumbs up.] See? Nothing to it once you get it corralled. Minor fae don't have much more power to throw around than your average magic user, especially unaffiliated fae.

[He breaks the circle with his toe, and the invisible walls of pure force dissipate. The kite above them pinwheels for a moment longer, then a blast of wind seems to hit it and it goes sailing threw the air, headed east. Harry follows its motion until it's too far away to see, likely out over the lake.] It's like giving a new toy to a kid.
bigraudr: big redhead man with blue eyes, slightly down angle on his buzzcut, neutral, approachable expression (Default)

(Alternate) Universal truth: he's probably the only sane one in the canon as well.

[personal profile] bigraudr 2011-05-29 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
As soon as the kite's going sideways, taking off like the proverbial rocket (or not so proverbial, given some of the footage of the early testing days), he's backing out of the circle. Not like he couldn't have broken it anytime, but there's safety in being out of the firing zone.

"Heh," he says, instead of 'yeah, you'd know something about that, right?' because as privileged and adolescent as Dresden's worldview is, it's nice not to be called Cujo. "Now we just hope it doesn't come back and bite us in the ass." Pragmatic. Practical. Contrary. Pick your word.

He looks down at his watch: lunch time is officially over. Not that he can't eat in his office, between meetings. He looks a few steps over to where he left his bag-- yeah, still there.

"Nice not to set anything on fire with you, Dresden." There. Call it an overture.
readyaimfuego: Harry gazing up at someone, face plainative. One of his hands is gloved and he's wearing a white shirt, disheveled (aw come on look how cute I am)

IDK, Kincaid is sane-ish. Just a massive troll.

[personal profile] readyaimfuego 2011-05-29 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, if it does, I'm the one who trapped it, so it'll probably come after me. Doesn't matter. [He can handle it. He always handles it. His smile softens.] And Chicago is safe another day.

[Oh, they did it. Worked together and everything. No fire, no fuss. Unexpected, but nice. It didn't even dissolve into thinly veiled threats like it sometimes did with Marcone. Stars and stones, maybe Hendricks is a person all of his own. Scary thought.] Likewise, I guess. Sorry about your kite. I can get you a new one. Do you prefer the pride parade colors or would any kind do?
bigraudr: big redhead man with blue eyes, slightly down angle on his buzzcut, neutral, approachable expression (Default)

But Kincaid is an occasional character & would probably develop his nervous ticks given screen time?

[personal profile] bigraudr 2011-05-29 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
There he is-- that's the Dresden he was waiting for. He grunts, lifts his bag up and digs out a bao. Goes straight for the coconut cream because look at what he's dealing with here.

"You and your boyfriend go to the parade?" He can't do the Most Innocent Mobster In The World face like Johnny can, but he can play deadpan to anyone's asshole.

He's pretty sure the vampire isn't actually Dresden's boyfriend. It would be like Dresden to be that stupid-- that's a given. But the pieces don't fit right; there's something else there.

And seriously, Dresden. Doesn't the guy have a copy of the Accords? He was the first voice on Marcone's entrance: he has to know what Chicago is now, the rules governing everything that happens within its limits.

But he's not opening that can of explosives. Takes a bite of bao instead, and after a second holds out the box. Why the hell not.

readyaimfuego: Lee Pace as Harry, looking surprised or startled (say what now)

And there is the matter of the Teddy Glock... Sane!Kincaid comment withdrawn.

[personal profile] readyaimfuego 2011-05-29 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Harry makes a sound like someone stepped on his foot and looks like he's staring down a barrel of a gun. Or, well, like someone else staring down the barrel of a gun. Takes more than that to scare him.

He keeps forgetting the Thomas thing doesn't exist in a vacuum and that people might actually hear about it and get the wrong idea. Or the right idea, since this is what they're going for. He wasn't happy to hear the Outfit was apparently aware of their faux-relationship though.

Clearly unsure what to say, he mutters,]
Uh, no. We don't. [And that's all he has to say on the topic.

So the dumpling offer seems to him half like an out and half like an olive branch. Either way, he'll take it. He picks one at random and takes a bite and is surprised when it doesn't have a savory center, but something sweet and chocolatey.]
Whoa, what the hell is that? [It's delicious.]
bigraudr: big redhead man with blue eyes, slightly down angle on his buzzcut, neutral, approachable expression (Default)

He & Ivy can be the wacky neighbours the next house over. Ivy the know-it-all kid. Literally.

[personal profile] bigraudr 2011-05-30 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Wow Bao." He eyes Dresden's. "Chocolate filled. From the one on Jackson. ...I've got bbq pork and teriyaki chicken too, if you'd rather?"

He pops the rest of his coconut custard one in his mouth, gestures with the box. "Offer's going. My break's over."

Which means he's going too, in a minute.

And he'll have to let Marcone know the trade he made in his name, even if he never spoke it to the sylph. And probably have to ignore images of kites, innocent whistled renditions of 'Let's Go Fly A Kite', and the worst puns imaginable for the rest of the week. Because that's just what his life is like.
readyaimfuego: Harry's face pulled into a slight frown, eyes hooded, looking grumpy (another pentacle)

She can help Hendricks with his homework, it'd be great.

[personal profile] readyaimfuego 2011-05-30 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[That sounds... really good, but Harry is sure it's a bad idea. Taking anything from Cujo is like taking something from Marcone, and that never ends well. He looks at the bao he's taken a bite out of and tucks it into his palm. He'll finish it later.] Let it go, then. I'm fine. [He can pay for his own food. He'll pick up something on his way back to the office.]

Well, it's been real. Tell Johnny I said hi. Don't go kicking any supernatural beehives in my city.
bigraudr: big redhead man with blue eyes, slightly down angle on his buzzcut, neutral, approachable expression (Default)

And is the only one other than Harry who can keep track of his jobs.

[personal profile] bigraudr 2011-05-30 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
He grunts, closes box up, sticks it back in the bag. Well, that was his good deed for the day. And he got to see Dresden in action when the world wasn't ending. Something for the books.

"Always a pleasure, Dresden." And he walks away, turning his phone on as he goes.

There's a message waiting for him. High priority, from Marcone... a link to a Youtube video.

He glares up at the office tower, imagining he can see the sun glinting off Johnny's binoculars. Yeah, he'd have preferred being rickrolled.