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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.

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[Daniel held his hands up, palms out, laughing while he spoke.] "No shoe-dropping here. I am strictly boring, man. No supernatural drama. But-- thanks. Yeah." [Because if he ever did need help. It was nice to know who to go to.

And really, he should be nicer to the guy and stop bugging him about the Marcone thing. But it was sticking in his head like something important, and it was sort of funny, to see the guy who did magic and saved lives get all squirmy about something. But he's not a jerk.] "Got it. Criminal. But only the human type. And no buying or working for. Like you would, anyway." [Harry's his dad's friend. Of course he's a good guy.

But that blush, ha. Okay, that's funny.] "Not at all, huh? It made the news and everything. Glad I didn't tell my folks I picked that course up." [Because he had a lot of questions, and it was a really popular course. But it so wasn't a conversation he was having with his parents, God. That was enough to pour ice water on his inner-snickering.]

Carpenters are never boring, kid. Maybe you're not the Fist of God or a wizardess, but you're not boring. [It was kind of refreshing to hear about vanilla troubles. It was nice, domestic, just like everything about the Carpenters.]

But... [He's quite for a long moment, wondering how to put this.] In the mundane realm, avoid him at all costs. But if, by some insane chance, you get into some supernatural trouble and you can't reach your family or me, Chicago is his territory and he might be able to help you. In theory. [There was the matter that Daniel was a kid and, oh yeah, a Carpenter. That would mean something to Marcone. Harry knew it.] Like I said, the thing with Marcone's complicated.

[Harry turns redder.] Okay, maybe I did read about it. A little. You... did you go to... [He gestures a little helplessly.] The demonstration?

[He shakes his head, mumbling quietly,] Why do you need a class on that? How complex could it be?

[He smiled--surprised.] "I can tell you all about my day if that's what you think. Woke up, went to the cafeteria for breakfast. Ate toast. Cereal. Eggs. Some bacon." [Growing boy, dammit. Sort of.] "Had a shower. Packed a bag. Took the L to Addison. Walked home. Ate a sandwich. Gave Mom my laundry. Walked back to the L. Came here. Went to Buckingham fountain, came this way. Met you. You still awake, there?"

[He frowned, gentle frivolity gone. He didn't want to think about Chicago with Harry gone. The things he only half knew where out there, waiting in the dark. Fear. He pulled his backpack a little closer.

His dad-- Dad had known. And he'd always stopped things from making it home with him. No matter how tired he was. Things were safe. And Harry, yeah. He wasn't his DAD. God no. But, he did the same sort of thing. When stuff made it to their house. He stopped it.[

"...You think that'll ever happen?" [His voice was small and he cleared his throat, trying to fill it up.] "I mean. That I couldn't get to you?"

[But that BLUSH. And really, Harry? You're like. An adult. Shouldn't you know this stuff?] "Haa. Um, yeah."

[He scratches the back of his head, looks at the ground, anywhere but Harry's face...] "A friend I'm taking the class with thought we should go. It was okay. It wasn't like. You know. It was educational." [His ears are on FIRE, and he balls his hands in his backpack to keep from trying to cover them.] "It wasn't actually sexy or anything.

"But it's a really good class! I've learned a lot, things I hadn't really even heard about before. I don't always agree with the prof, but you don't have to, you know? And um. Yeah. People are complex. It's good to remember that." [And it had been nice, to get more of a perspective The GLBTQ club was pretty great, but really, he only went because they were his friends and to be a good boyfriend. This was different; it was reassuring; it wasn't just him and his friends alone in everything. And there was a LOT of everything.]

[He feigns falling sleep, head tipping back, letting loose a snore before jerking back 'awake'.] Sorry, what'd I miss? Hey, maybe it's not action packed, but it's not like my Friday last week. Come back to me when you get lost in the Nevernever and have to convince your fairy godmother that a Fae curse isn't going to make your life easier. [Nothing was scarier than Lea wanting to help Harry out.]

[Oh, hell, he's scared the kid. Way to go, Harry, you asshole. It's not like Daniel has trauma over being attacked by Winter Fae or anything, stars.] As I said, it's an insane chance, but... you know. Maybe I'm away on Warden business or something? Just... keep it in mind. [He winces, feeling guilty for putting the possibility in Daniel's mind. But if it saved him someday, it'd be worth it.]

Educa-- Really? I must be getting old. I don't see how watching a woman--- watching that would teach anything. [If he gets any redder, he may pass out. But he remembers the Arturo Genosa case and just being on the set of that porno was too much for him, and he was focusing on the malocchio. Signing up for a class like this?] A wild guess here, but I'm assuming Charity and Michael don't know you signed up for that class?

[His grudging laughter cuts short, turns into a just-supressed snicker.] "You have a fairy godmother." [And before he can help it, much as he KNOWS fairies aren't what Disney makes them, he's imagining Harry riding in a pumpkin carriage in a Cinderella gown, scowling like only he can, and bippity-boppity-boo he can FEEL his face going red oh God Daniel Don't. Laugh.

...Of course, there are always worse things to think about.] "Gotcha. In case of emergencies. Break mod-boss. Better safe than sorry, right?"

[And if mob-boss required emergencies weren't bad enough...] "Ohgodno. I mean. No. They don't. Um. Pleasedon'ttellthem. It's a good class! It's not a-a How To manual or anything. It's learning about people. Culture. Other cultures. The history and stuff. But. I just don't need that conversation. They're my parents." [He will never make fun of your fairy godmother, Harry, please he promises.]

[Harry watches Daniel turn red with suppressed laughter. He sighs.] Oh, go ahead and laugh. I've heard it all before.

Right. And if he wants a favor from you-- [Harry would be surprised if he did, but Marcone might be in a ruthless mood.] --tell him it's on my tab. I can handle him. If he tries to deny you shelter, tell him I'll set his estate up in Winnetka on fire. All of it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! [Hands up, placating gestures are a go.] Breathe, Daniel, breathe. I'm not going to say anything. This is between us. I was just... surprised. I've watched you kids grow up and never really expected you to branch out like that. [He reconsiders.] Okay, maybe Molly would, now that I think about it...

[He slaps his hand over his mouth anyway, trying to hold in the laughter. It doesn't really work, and he snorts his way through what is pretty much a giggle fit.] "Sorry, Harry. It's not-- it's just. Fairy godmother. Little singing mice. Handsome prince." [Your face. A tiara. Glass slippers.]

"Wait. Back up. Now I'm suppose to threaten the mob boss I'm going to for help? Theoretically going to for help." [His face twisted sideways. This was getting... kind of nuts.] "No wonder your life is crazy.

...Oh God. Not cool, man. That's my sister!"

[Harry makes a "go on" motion with his hand, nodding along.] Yeah, yeah, it's hilarious. At least I get to be the handsome prince, right? I can live with that. [While Daniel's thinking Cinderella, Harry's thinking knight in shining armor.]

Um. Yeah. But not really. It's just me threatening him through you. Don't worry, he won't disappear you for being mouthy. I think he likes when someone dares to talk back to him.

[Harry thinks about what he just said and pulls a face.] Ugh, no! I only meant-- rebellion! The sex thing! I mean, Molly was-- nevermind. Nevermind. I said nothing. Especially nothing about sex. Ever.

"Umm. Sure. Even handsome princes get to go to the ball, right?" [In a ball gown. Tiara. Glass slippers. Setting the first guy that tried to kiss his hand on fire. Yup]

"Yeah, as long as he doesn't decide to shoot the messenger, right?" [But... this whole Baron thing. It's kind of intriguing. He's not saying he likes the idea of a mob boss having that kind of power or anything. But Harry's pretty much vouched for the guy. And there's something to this, he's sure of it. It just need to percolate for a while.

Aaaand he covers his ears. Not listeniiiing.] "SO HEY. CUBS SEASON'S STARTED."

[Oh, what? They're doing that? Harry eyes Daniel suspiciously.] You... you cast me as the girl, didn't you? [8| There is nothing girlish about him, faerie godmother aside. It's not his fault his mother didn't think that through when she set it up.]

He won't. He knows I'd go nuclear on him if he did. And... you're a kid, sort of. He doesn't hurt kids. You're fine. [Vouching? No, never. Harry's just informing. Marcone's still a scumbag murderous bastard. No cognitive dissonance here.]

[Harry laughs openly.] Yes, must protect virgin ears from such talk. Sports, right. Cubs! They won, no thanks to Zambrano. Yeeeep.

[Oops. He winced.] "Sorry, Harry. Just the image. You know. Disney. Stroke of midnight." [No harm meant. Macho pride all in place, right?]

"I'm 20!" [...He's 20!]

"Heh. Not much you can say about that game other than that it was a Cub's game. Inside and out."

You know, the stroke of midnight thing doesn't make much sense, magic wise. The turn of the day depends on were the sun is. Midnight wouldn't mean anything to the Fae...

So you are, kid. So you are. [Oh, the youngsters these days, so eager to be adults.]

Still. First game. We must all make our pilgrimage to Wrigley. [He bows his head reverently. Then scarfs down another cupcake. Om nom nom.]

[Oh. Um.] "...Stroke of noon?" [Er?

His eyes squinched. He knew when he was being made fun of... but it was Harry. He'd snarked back at Daniel's MOM. It was just what he did, right?]

"Be the tradition," he agreed. "No matter how painful."

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