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[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

The blonde cheerleader and the delicate, amber-eyed boy are seated across from each other at a table near the observation window. They are both gazing into each other's faces.

The girl has an expression of faint uncomfortable wariness, while the boy has no expression whatsoever. (Not a discernible one, anyway.)







After a lengthy pause, Brittany blinks.

"I forget if I win or I lose ..."

A beat.

"You have eyelashes like a girl."

[ooc: plz to specify Brittany (birdinherlocker) or Mytho (princeinpieces). Love!]

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[reallyaduck]

Oh look! It's Mytho! And -

- he's staring into a girl's eyes . . .?

"Uhhhhhh," says Duck, stopping short by Mytho's table (and almost falling over in the process - it's not so easy to go from a headlong dash to a full stop!)

Maybe she's interrupting . . .

But, Mytho's supposed to be with Rue! So maybe she should be interrupting . . . and she's definitely not gonna be thinking about Princess Tutu and the things Mytho said to her or anything, 'cause that's just silly. Anyway: Rue! That means it's okay for Duck to interrupt.

"Hi, Mytho!"

[princeinpieces.livejournal.com]

Mytho turns, expression blankly pleasant.

Or at least blank.

"Hello, Duck."

[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

Brittany frowns, glancing between Duck and Mytho.




"I don't get it."

[reallyaduck]

Duck is all too eager to explain. She turns the full force of her bright smile on Brittany.

"Mytho and I are friends! I guess you guys are friends too, huh? That's great - I mean, it's always wonderful to make new friends! Although I dunno, maybe you've been friends a long time and I just didn't know, hahahaha!"

I mean, it's natural for Mytho to make friends, right? Because he's so awesome.

[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

Brittany returns her smile with blinking.

(Mytho appears unfazed, although on the inside he is wondering about friendship.

Wasn't there a boy here who told him what it looked like ...?)


Tentatively, she says, "Are you off your ADD meds?"

[reallyaduck]

". . . huh?"

You wouldn't think confusion would throw Duck off her stride! It happens so often, after all.

And yet.

[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

Brittany says, "Like ritalin ...?"

A beat.

Then, uninflected, "One time Stacy went off her meds at regionals and she threw a mini fridge out the window."

They were at a hotel in Columbus.

It ended about as well as you'd expect.

[3nanashi]

Trowa happens to be passing by Brittany just in time to hear this incisive commentary.



He knows it's directed at Mytho. (And inaccurately; Mytho has eyelashes like somebody wearing false eyelashes for the stage, and Trowa's not totally certain he's not.) He glances at Brittany anyway.

[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

Brittany is not an observant girl.

But she has an excellent eye for hair.

Trowa's, therefore, becomes an immediate target for scrutiny, by which we mean empty staring.

[3nanashi]

Trowa politely waits.

Well. Waits. The politeness we shall presume as the benefit of the doubt.

[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

Brittany has reached a level of concentration accompanied by a slight narrowing of the eyes.

It is unclear if she has yet come to a conclusion.

[3nanashi]

Okay.

[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm.

[newgoldenage.livejournal.com]

Luke has just spent a great deal of time fiddling with, pleading with, and finally hissing curses at the front door, which has refused to budge despite a pissed-off demigod wishing it to the crows and calling it the misbegotten spawn of a hellhound and a gorgon.

So when he stomps by Brittany and Mytho's table, he doesn't have it in him to maintain the mask of pleasant curiosity he's been wearing since he stumbled into Milliways. Instead he stops and after a moment of assessing them both (the white haired boy is dismissed as either too absent-minded to be of use or drugged) and snaps. "Hey. Girl. How the hell are you supposed to get out of here if the door's stuck?"

[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

Brittany blinks.

(So does Mytho.)




"Did you try pushing instead of pulling?" she asks.

That usually solves it for her.

[newgoldenage.livejournal.com]

Luke closes his eyes. Then he counts ten forward and back in English, and then in Greek. And in Spanish.

(He learned it from Chris Rodriguez one summer. It sounded pretty, and he's always like spending time with Chris; he was one of the few campers who seemed as bitter as he should be about the hand their parents dealt them.)

"I tried pushing and pulling. I tried yanking. I tried kicking. I even tried asking that hunk of wood over there for a sword to hack my way thought, but it thinks it's funny and gave me a sword made by Nerf." He thought about trying it anyway, to see if this was something that only worked on doors in the bar, but there were limits to how ridiculous he was willing to make himself look in public. Slashing at a door with Nerf weaponry was right out. "So if you could show me another way out of this place, preferably before the next Ice Age, that'd be great."

[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

Brittany frowns.






"Oh," she says.





"I usually just ... wait ...."

[newgoldenage.livejournal.com]

It's like talking to a concussed cyclops.

"Look, all I'm asking for is another way out. A back door, a ladder, a, a, - a fucking teleporter, I don't know what this place has. Just something to get out and back to the camp before Chiron figures out I'm gone and everything goes to Hades. I can make it worth your while."

It hasn't occurred to him that Brittaney's being perfectly honest with him. He automatically assumes she's hiding something.

[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

Brittany regards him with impassive confusion.

"If you wanna go outside there's a lake with a beach ..."

Beat.

"It's pretty awesome. I might work on my tan."

[theladyrue.livejournal.com]

"Mytho," Rue says, sliding into the seat next to him and wrapping a hand around his upper arm.

"Introduce me?"

[princeinpieces.livejournal.com]

Mytho turns to look at her, blankly amiable.

There may be a faint flicker of ... something, in his face, though it may be no more than recognition. And anyway, it's soon gone.

"Hello, Rue."

[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

Brittany regards them both with suspicion.

"Who does your hair?"

[theladyrue.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry?" Rue asks, with a glance away from Mytho that says I'm deigning to give you attention. "What is your name?"

She breathes out through her nose, and settles a very little bit closer to her boyfriend.

[birdinherlocker.livejournal.com]

Mytho is staring out the window.

Eyes narrowed, though without any particular maliciousness (it's more like wariness), Brittany says, "I'm Brittany."

[theladyrue.livejournal.com]

"I'm Rue," she says, politely. "It's lovely to meet you."

Mild: "Mytho, it's rude to not pay attention."