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[river_meimei]

"No, see--" Duo waves his spoon at River for emphasis, and then hastily lowers it before ice cream drips onto the couch. "Real cherries are acceptable. Maraschino cherries are an abomination. It's an important distinction!"

River eats a sprinkle with her fingers, looking dubious. "It's a paradigmatic rewriting," she informs him. "Got extra sugar."

So, to sum up: River and Duo have a couch shared between them, a fairly epic ice cream sundae apiece, and a lot of precisely constructed paper airplanes strewn around them. (Some have physics equations written on them.) Come say hi!

[OOC: Two muns, two characters! Feel free to tag them together, or to arrange your timing so one of them just went back to the bar or something.]

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[maxwellsdemon02]

"Oh, like you need extra sugar," he says, ignoring the fact that they are already ingesting a rather large amount. It's...got fruit in it?

[river_meimei]

River's face says: oh come ON, dude.

"It's a component of the dessert framework."

She digs up another syrup-laden spoonful, for emphasis.

Helpfully: "Tastes like sugar."

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Okay, like you need more artificially inserted sugar. Real cherries have sugar too!" You cannot argue against chemistry, River!

[river_meimei]

"Fructose and sucrose add variety to the diet," River says piously, albeit with dubious accuracy.

And eats her illustrative spoonful, because mmmmm sundae.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"You'll probably get cancer.

"Space cancer."

It's always worse if it's from space.

[smallestopener]

"Hi, River," Ingress calls out as she runs over. Ooh, she has ice cream. That sounds like a good idea.

She nods at the man sitting next to her.

[river_meimei]

River brightens in greeting, although she was already looking pretty cheerful. Ice cream, physics, and a good friendly bickering session! A nice evening's combination.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Who's your friend?" Duo glances between Ingress and River with a grin. He knows better to comment on the unlikeliness of friendships in Milliways.

[smallestopener]

"I'm Ingress. I've known River since I was very small. Right, River?"

She sits down beside her. Maybe she'll ask a waitrat for a sundae. River's looks awfully good.

[river_meimei]

"Now she's big," River supplies cheerfully, and has another bite.

She remembers, after a moment, to tip her sundae bowl a little towards Ingress. Although there's only one spoon, still in River's hand, so Ingress's options are pretty much limited to stealing a piece of banana or a maraschino cherry if she wants to partake.

"Lives behind the guard dogs."

The bulldog in the painting across the wall directs a brief but very jowly stern look at them all. River ignores him.

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

A ghost detaches herself from-- somewhere, possibly the wall and possibly the shadows and possibly just an armchair-- and makes her approach, expression blooming into a smile.

"Oh," she says.

"You've got cherries, even."

[river_meimei]

River was already looking pretty cheerful -- but she brightens a little more in greeting.

"Antigone," she says. "You can share."

[maxwellsdemon02]

Whoa, where'd she come from?

"You can have my fake one if you want," Duo offers with a crooked smile. "But I bet the bar has good real ones too."

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone smiles at them both.

"You're very generous."

She glides a little nearer, a quality of movement that is more a state of mind than anything in particular about the way she walks. (She's closer to River, but more out of familiarity than suspicion for Duo.)

"They always did taste strange," she admits, vaguely.

Then, shy and primarily to River, "How are you? I know it must have ... been a long while."

[river_meimei]

"Blame the pickling process. They sweeten the almonds."

River appears to mean this as an earnest answer.

Then, with a quick small smile, "Everybody's okay."

[tobeclosetohim]

"I hafta agree with him."

That's Jo, holding a beer.
With one thumb hooked into a jean belt loop
Bemusedly having watched this debate and the pile of sugar.

[river_meimei]

River makes the everybody is ganging up on me and also BEING WRONG face.

Her life is so hard.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Ha, see? If this fine upstanding young woman agrees with me, then I must be right." Duo beams smugly at River, then turns a more sincere smile at Jo.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Oh. I like him."
Jo's smirking now. Bright.
"Fine and upstanding. You can stay."

[river_meimei]

"Nobody," announced River rebelliously, "has any taste."

For emphasis, she steals the offending cherry from Duo's sundae. So THERE.

[evil_koala_626]

The bathroom door slams violently back on its hinges to emit a small blue streak of cackling motion. It's a rare day Stitch's gate slows to anything less than a purposeful scuttle but today? Today he all but flies; stubby feet motoring away with a fury normally reserved by those with hellish fiends nipping at their heels. Which isn't all that far from the truth really.

Low, swift and shedding a long trail of water, he hones in on the fire place.


"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

[v_knidh8er]

Much like every other door in Milliways, the door to the bathroom doesn't stay open for long. But unlike the other door in Milliways, when this door swings back to its original resting position, it leaves another doorway in its wake.

And were Stitch a luckier...er...626 this new doorway would stand empty.


But he's not.
And it doesn't.

Instead, what's taking up the bottom space of the doorframe are the Loompas.
Four of the five, to be specific.

And boy do they not look happy.

[river_meimei]

Uh.

(The Loompas: STILL UNNERVING.)

[evil_koala_626]

If possible, Stitch's eyes light up even more as River comes in to view. Is that ice cream, per chance? Ice cream and Duo. What is she looki-

He pauses, turning to peer curiously over one shoulder.

[v_knidh8er]

Eight eyes stare back from four stone-faced expressions.
These are not joyous faces.

Not by a long shot.

The one in the dreads slowly raises a hand.
Two fingers point at his own eyes.
Then, just as slowly, he points a single finger back at Stitch.

They'll be watching.
they know where you sleep.

Behind them there's a crackle of blinding light and a whiff of ozone wafts through the open doorway.
It's in this electric din that they can be seen smiling.
Quite literally from ear to ear.
But once the wave of free electricity passes, so too do their manic grins.

The bathroom door swings wide a second time as a large pink squid-like creature exits the lesser used tentacle-compliant facilities. When that door swings back to its resting position it takes with it the doorway that once held the Loompas.

As if they were never there to begin with.