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[k_in_black]

Agent K strides into the bar with the trace of a smile on his face (which is pretty much a big grin coming from him). His Suit is looking especially sharp tonight thanks to a thorough dry-cleaning, MiB-style, involving several cleaning solvents from a half-dozen planets.

Of course, he only needed to get that done because two hours before he was covered in the guts of three formerly eight-foot-tall Glow Worms. Now they're all shorter by a head. And there's also the part where they're blown to bits.

But don't worry. They had it coming.

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[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

There are two other men in suits nearby. Theirs, however, have that special shine that clothing only gets when it's been worn every day for ten years. Or thirty years. Or fifty.

"Look at that flash bastard, eh? Looks like he used ten kinds of starch on his suit."

"Had a reason, can't you smell it?"

"Yes, point. But even so, it's a bit of overkill."

"Kill. Heh."

[k_in_black]

"If you got it, flaunt it, gents," K says as he strides by.

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"So, what sort of creature did you kill?"

[k_in_black]

"They're called 'Glow Worms.' Think an eight-foot tall, worm-shaped alien with teeth and an attitude."

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like our kind of fun. Doesn't it, Mr. Vandemar?"

"It does indeed, Mr. Croup."

"That sounds interesting in general, actually. If we buy you a drink, will you tell us the rest?"

[k_in_black]

"Not much more to tell. Not yet, at least. But you can hear what there is, fair enough."

K leads the way over to Bar.

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"What's your poison?" Croup grins a rather horrible grin. "Hopefully metaphorical, although you can never be sure."

[k_in_black]

"Bourbon," K replies, and orders something from Bar's top-most shelf. "The true nectar of the gods."

[mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com]

"I think that the necter of the gods was . . . necter, actually."

[reallyaduck]

A small girl of around twelve or thirteen accidentally hits his foot with a mop.

- and then nearly falls over in horror. She hit a grown-up's foot! A scary-looking grown-up in sunglasses! With a mop!

[k_in_black]

Fortunately for her, K had his neuralyzer recalibrated tonight too, so he's not in the mood to use it.

"The shoes are already polished, Darlin', but I appreciate the gesture."

[reallyaduck]

"I'm so sorry!" squeaks Duck, and bobs a bow.

"- did I get your foot wet? I'm really sorry, I'm so clumsy, I'm always doing things like that -"

[k_in_black]

"Don't you worry yourself about it, kiddo. I'm in a good mood tonight, and no harm done, anyway."

Because it would probably take Mount Doom to put a scuff on those shoes anyway.

[reallyaduck]

"- say, that's really nice of you."

Duck still looks incredibly embarrassed, but she gives the man a bright relieved smile. KAY HAS MADE A FRIEND.

"I'm Duck! Uh - do you want me to get you a towel or something? For your shoe?"

[k_in_black]

"Oh, I think it'll be just fine, don't you worry." It's been safe in the Swampmines of Duxor VI. It's not going to have any problem here.

"I think I'd be more interested in knowing why exactly you're putting a mop to the floor. You don't look much like a Loompa."

[reallyaduck]

"Oh - I'm supposed to be cleaning the practice room," Duck explains, and gives the mop an extra swipe.

"Um, except I don't think I'm in the practice room now, but then I was surprised and dropped the bucket and now I gotta clean it up! Um, I don't know what a Loompa is . . . am I supposed to?"

[k_in_black]

"Practice room? Well, no, I think you're a little away from there just now."

"You remember stepping through any Doorways just recently?"

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"You seem pretty pleased with yourself," calls what appears to be a green puppet.

K probably knows better.

[k_in_black]

"Well, I'd have to say I a--."

K stops dead in his tracks, and--here's a first--he's eyes look ready to bulge out of his head.

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

Cthulhu grins, though how he does this with tentacles is anyone's guess. His reputation precedes him! How nice.

"Yeah? Why's that?" He's a little smug, tentacles wiggling up and down as he speaks.

[k_in_black]

"...You look more fluffy than I'd have expected," K squints hard.


Truth be told, he never did trust "fluffy" much.

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I'm a multi-dimensional being. What I am and what you see can be two totally different things.

"Frankly, it says a hell of a lot more about you than me."

Or he could be purposefully appearing as a puppet to screw with your brain, K. This is Cthulhu, after all.

[k_in_black]

K would expect nothing less.

"You might have a point there, but I don't think I'll be checking it out too closely, if you pardon. Or even if you don't."

"--Say, aren't you supposed to be asleep somewhere? Somebody finally spring you out?"

If they did, K has a good idea just how much that dimension is well and truly screwed.

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I've got other ways to break your mind," Cthulhu says easily.

One little puppet hand waves. "I'm only half awake. Let me put it in mortal terms: you know when you wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and then you lie staring at the ceiling for hours? It's like that.

"Only for me it's more like decades."

[k_in_black]

K takes a few seconds to ponder that.

"So you're saying this is a bathroom break for you, right now?"


That has K wondering if he needs to watch out for his shoes. Or if he'd better find some diplomatic way to take a big step back or two, just in case.