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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim has been rather enjoying spending weeks being moody and depressed in his suite, mainly because Sherlock's up there to make sure he's not actually all that moody and depressed. Bloody boyfriends, and their way of making life better. Jim would grump about that if he weren't pleased by it.

He's only in the bar now because his favourite distraction is asleep and anyway, they need food. Jim puts in a large order and, on a whim, asks for a current newspaper from their world. Bar provides an iPad with various headlines, and he scrolls through until he hits upon the news that NASA has discovered a solar system where life might have evolved.

He forgets about the food, and pretty much everything else for a while. Eventually he wanders over to the Window, still reading, and then just sits looking out at the explosions. 

(The ice cream he bought will be melting all over the Bar at some point, so if anyone wants free food he's probably not going to object, or even notice.)

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[witchfinder_general]

There is a fellow looking like a priest wandering over, looking at the iPad, and then stopping.


[[OOC: It had to be Harman, because reasons.]]

[just_cant_lose]

Jim ignores him for a while. But the shape of him on the edge of his peripheral vision is distracting, so he eventually looks up.

'Hello.'


[OOC: Heh, cool. :D]

[witchfinder_general]

"Exoplanets," the man says. "That's probably where the history of your world turns into science fiction."

[just_cant_lose]

The corner of Jim's mouth turns up.

'Probably.'

He's fine with that. It'll make it more interesting.

'Only it won't be fictional anymore, so they'll have to come up with a new name for the genre.'

[witchfinder_general]

"Not in the worlds where it still is," the priest says.

[have_no_mercy]

"You look out at this thing a lot."

Don't ask how she knows. She just does.

"I don't get the entertainment value."

[just_cant_lose]

'I don't get how you don't get it.'

Though most people don't get the beauty of destruction. It's very sad.

[have_no_mercy]

Oh, it's very pretty and all and the destructive elements are massive. It merely doesn't change. Once you've seen it, you've seen it.

"Maybe because I've been caught up in the real thing. This seems... distant. Not a threat."

[just_cant_lose]

'Oh, are we showing off?'

Excellent.

'I've seen it up close. X took me out there.' He thinks she was probably tempted to leave him out there too. Which would have been fine with him, at the time, but that's neither hear nor there. 'And if you don't find something new in every time, you're not looking properly.'

[likeroaringlions]

Oh hey someone left their food unattended? Look, this ice cream isn't eating itself, and no one else seems to be stepping up to the job. So William's just gonna have to take an ice cream for the team.

It's pretty good.

[just_cant_lose]

It's very good ice cream, William, thankyouverymuch. Would he buy crap? Of course he wouldn't.

But he can knock himself out. There is always more ice cream available to buy, and he hardly ever eats it anyway.

[likeroaringlions]

Is there anything else? Because he'll eat that too.

[just_cant_lose]

Oh, there's about a month's worth of supplies because ugh, Jim does not like being made to come down here for trivialities. And he has a kitchen to store things in now, and a boyfriend he tries to make cook.

Jim glances over when a rat chitters at him - probably to do with the ice cream mess - and smirks a little. He writes a note on the iPad screen, and gives it to the creature to deliver.

You're welcome to the food, but if you drink all the alcohol and use all the lube, I'm going to be annoyed.

No signature. William can play guess who.

[vyvyan]

Vyvyan comes up next to him and starts licking ice cream off the bar.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim had been just about to move off towards the Window, still reading the iPad. He glances up when Vyvyan starts doing his thing, and just watches for a minute.

Then he mutters, 'just ask for a spoon,' and goes back to reading.

[vyvyan]

Vyvyan ignores him - no need to waste the stuff, and when he's finished all the ice cream, and eaten the bowl too, he wanders back over to Jim.

"You worked out how to nobble Wartface Wobblebottom for me yet?" he asks, quietly.

[just_cant_lose]

'Have you noticed him bothering you recently?'

Jim is staring out of the Window, and doesn't bother looking at him. He has ideas of what could keep Wilford away, but he's not going to waste them if there isn't an active problem going on.

'It's not exactly something that has to be worked out, my dear.'

[the_cupbearer]

Mmm. Ice cream. Ganymede snags it--of course, because Jim isn't going to eat it before it melts any more--and comes over as he watches the man sit and watch the explosions.

"What do you see when you stare into that?" he asks, momentarily distracted by the burst of colors.

[just_cant_lose]

That's an interesting question.

Jim tilts his head, not looking at Ganymede, transfixed by the sight.

'It's not what it looks like,' he says, eventually.

Though that is beautiful, of course.

[the_cupbearer]

"Nothing ever is," he replies, resting his chin on Jim's shoulder. "What does it look like to you?"

Ganymede knows what he sees, myriad as those thing sometimes are.

[just_cant_lose]

He blinks at the sudden touch, and it's a fight not to tense. No one has been so casually up close with him...ever. not without permission.

But he doesn't tense, and doesn't push him off. He half-smiles instead.

'It looks like the noise in my head.'

Screaming with silent noise, tumultuous, never-ending. Bright. Enormous. Looking at this matches what's inside, and calms him down.

[mightbeagoodone]

The suite without Jim is boring, so here's a Sherlock, who silently deposits himself on Jim's knee and joins him at watching the universe end.

Hello, boyfriend.

[just_cant_lose]

Boyfriend! :D!

Jim silently accommodates him, slipping him down to sit in the space between his legs, wrapping one - and both arms - around him, kissing his neck with his eyes still on the end of the universe.

'-'lo.'

[mightbeagoodone]

"'-lo."

He leans his head against Jim's, and reaches back a hand to caress Jim's face.

"You got sidetracked, I see."

No matter. Melted ice cream can be replaced.

[just_cant_lose]

'Mm.'

And now it's Sherlock sidetracking him, but oh well.

'Look.'

He tilts the iPad screen up to display the news from NASA.