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[hadyougoing]

"It's Cubefall??"

Cue one more delighted Milliwayser, bounding down the stairs like Christmas morning.

Ava's just taken her habitual post-Arashmaharr shower (the assorted infernal smells, she's noted, really get under your fingernails), and she meant to spend tonight hanging around strategically, waiting for Zevran and/or Sameth and/or Sam Winchester and/or pyramid people.

However, the evening's plans clearly need modification.

Twenty minutes later, she has dismantled a chair and a couch and is midway through construction of her now-traditional Cubefall Lego fort. A mostly-neglected salad and Coke sit off to one side.

(As usual, she hasn't even looked at sample configurations.

She's too much of a control freak to give up her body voluntarily.)

Maybe if Andrew happens by, they can have a painfully symbolic conversation about change and new beginnings.


ooc: THERE AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A CUBEFALL PARTY. Get in on this fort-building action! Open until my brain gives up.

eta: sleepyface merc loves you all! is it can be slowtimes?

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[seat_five_girl]

It's a shame Ava doesn't check her options. Really, as long as you remember to keep your hands, it's an excellent addition to the event.

"Mind if I join in?" asks a barefoot brunette.

[hadyougoing]

"Do I know you?" Ava asks the ... presumably-gendered person ... with (mostly) good-natured suspicion.

It was that or build your own!

Come on, Ava. Sharing!

[seat_five_girl]

The clipping of the icon makes it less obvious but the speaker's body is definitely female in configuration. (The BU-33-S GENOM BUMA was commonly known as a 'sexaroid' for good reason.)

"We've met but I don't remember if we've ever shared names. I'm Ako."

[hadyougoing]

The narration knew this was a possibility! Drat!

In that case, the EXCEEDINGLY gendered person.

Oh man, Ava thinks, scanning her, this could be so many people.

"Uhhh, hi!" she says.

"I'm Ava. I guess you're all Cubefalled, then?"

[seat_five_girl]

"Oh yeah," says Ako, "It's one of the best parts as long as you remember to keep your thumbs."

[mnt_mike]

"Dare I ask?"

Why yes, that is a barely five foot tall turtle in a Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, and flip flops standing near the in progress fort site.

[hadyougoing]

Ava blinks down at the turtle.

She's 5'5"! Victory!

"I dunno, do you?"

It's privileged information, Scalesy McReptile!

[mnt_mike]

"I feel like I should sit down before I ask that question, and then stand up again so I can sit down a second time when you answer it."

[hadyougoing]

Ava gestures generously.

This guy is a very familiar turtle, come to think of it.

"Be my guest."

[mnt_mike]

Mike walks over to a nearby table, snags a chair, and sits.

"What're you building?"

Then he stands up again, and prompts her for an answer.

[52_dropoff]

"Need some help?" Charlie is very much himself today.

[time for some overseas slowtime cubefun]

[hadyougoing]

"Hey!" Ava says brightly.

"Nice to see you."

She pauses and takes him in with caution.


"If you help, you'll learn my tactical weaknesses."

[52_dropoff]

"Your tactical weakness is building with plastic bricks. Didn't you learn anything from the story of the Three Pigs?" He looks over the fort with utter grimness. (OR should it be Grimm-ness>)

[hadyougoing]

"Don't let wolves into my house?"

[52_dropoff]

"For all you know, the wolves are already here, given the date. And the location." He's lost count of how many werewolves supposedly live in or visit the Bar. "Best to assume that the wolves have infiltrated.

"And that they won't stop at anything short of real brick." Yes, he's being a pain today.

[stilljustandrew]

"Hello, Ava Wilson!"

There is a brighter-than-usual note to Baby's synthesized voice, as her mobile spiders over to the construction site.

[hadyougoing]

"Baby!"

Ava waves.

"Hey ... what're you up to? Happy Cubefall."

[stilljustandrew]

"Happy Cubefall! I am celebrating. This is my favorite holiday."

She examines the fort in progress, curiously.

[hadyougoing]

Dammit, Baby! This is Ava's favorite holiday!

Somewhere, is Andrew smiling and not sure why???

"I know this is only two walls right now," Ava says.

"But by ... dawn at the latest ... it's totally going to be a fort."

[stilljustandrew]

"A fort?" The mobile tilts sideways to examine it at an angle. "I see. A construction of protection and security."

Beat.

"Like me!"

[good_dug]

There's a horse trying to eat your salad, Ava. It's trying really hard too, with its legs sort of awkwardly scootched out to the side and its head down, wiggling its lips as it tries to get at the plate. From high up on its neck there's a familiar-looking collar.

But that collar belongs on a dog! This, this is clearly a horse. A very large, very blonde horse. And okay, it's in a bar. But that doesn't mean anything. Horses are often in bars! They're the staple of every Christmas cracker joke, after all. So really this is nothing out of the ordinary. No reason to look round, at least not until the horse finally manages to get the salad into its mouth.

Which by the looks of it isn't going to be any time soon, but it's the thought that counts, right?

[hadyougoing]

After a moment, Ava pauses in her tinkering with a possible roof for her Lego fort.

And she turns.




... The sight is half ridiculous, half hilarious, and she wasn't over the moon about that salad anyway.

"Hey!" she protests nevertheless.

[good_dug]

Dug pauses with a bit of lettuce hanging down from his lips. Cautiously, without moving another muscle, he slurps it up into his mouth and tries to chew discreetly.

You know what's not easy when you're a horse? Chewing discreetly. The grmph grmph grmph noise is shockingly loud.

Dug swallows. His gaze darts from side to side.

"No one was eating the salad!"

[hadyougoing]

That collar is very familiar.

As is that voice.

"Well," says Ava, striving valiantly not to crack up, "you could have asked."

[good_dug]

"I did not know it was your salad," Dug points out. Then his curiousity gets the better of him and he shuffles forward to snuffle at her castle with giant nostrils, a bean sprout he hasn't noticed still hanging out the side of his mouth. He still hasn't quite figured out how to walk like a horse so it's not the most graceful procedure -- but he's not actually knocking anything over or stomping any waitrats so that is probably okay.

"You are not a man," he announces after a detailed inspection.

"Some people who were ladies are not any more!"