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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's got some decisions to make. Well, okay, sure, she's actually already made them. Well, it. But also, she's really enjoying air-conditioning and ice cream.

The ice cream really helps with the cognitive process.

She is sitting in the rafters, picking splinters of wood out from her jeans. Nobody polishes up here. Occasionally, a drop of ice cream hits the floor below. It's very melty.

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[thezeldaoflegend]

Is it...raining in here? Zelda raises a hand to pat the top of her head. Yes, it's certainly wet, but... Looking at her hand...

That's not the color of water.

So she looks up, sees Steph, and frowns.

"That's not very nice."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Sorry!" Steph calls, apologetic. "Um, I can buy you shampoo?"

[thezeldaoflegend]

"...huh?"

What's a shampoo

[alwaysroomforhope]

"If you want?"

Steph leans down out of the rafters, peering at her. "Sorry. It's kind of drippy."

[guppy_sandhu]

The ice cream drip lands on Guppy's pager, which he'd put on the table.

It makes a snap noise, and there is a small spark.

...oops.

[alwaysroomforhope]

The snap and spark are shortly followed by the appearance of a blonde head, upside down.

"Um, that doesn't usually happen."

[guppy_sandhu]

"... it's okay, Bar replaces these more cheaply than the hospital. I've lost quite a few here." Guppy says, looking up. "Hi Steph."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Put it on my tab this time," Steph suggests, leaning further out to grin at him. "You on a break?"

[ikissdhimbck]

"What flavor are y'eatin'?"

Kate smiles up at Stephanie.


From an ice-cream-safe distance, of course.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph hangs her head back to grin at Kate, cheerful. "Pink."

It's totally a flavour.

[ikissdhimbck]

Her eyebrows arch.

"Pink?"

Could be she's feeling left out.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Pink," Steph confirms. "If you come up, I'll share."

She'd have to come up. Steph's comfortable up there. Also, it's more fun up here.

[not_his_pa]

William's reading when some ice cream drops onto the page, he sighs and looks up,

"Hey, watch it with that stuff."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"I know, I know," comes the answering voice, apologetic, followed by a head peering down. "Sorry. It just keeps dripping. There's a reason this stuff's not great for stakeout snacks."

[not_his_pa]

"Stake outs, like when you're trackin' someone?"

She doesn't look like someone who would do that but in Milliways that doesn't mean anything.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Yeah. Not that ice cream's all that good an idea anyway, actually, it gets cold on a rooftop at night, but sometimes you just get a craving, you know?"

Steph leans further out, shifts her weight, and turns her lean into a swing down to land on her feet, ice cream cup balanced in one hand.

"Hi. I'm Steph."

[mjolnir_retriever]

There's a very large, very blond man on the ground below, looking up.

With transparently visible amusement. (And absolutely zero disapproval.)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph can feel someone watching her. Which means she starts paying attention. Which means the next drip of ice cream gets caught, before it gets out of range, by a hand.

Which contains a cup.

The thing about physics is that if you have an open cup full of mostly melted icecream and it stops suddenly, its contents don't.

Physics are kind of mean.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor takes a few prudent steps back as the ice cream starts to slop over.

It splats to the floor in a sad, splashing heap in front of him. (A few droplets do hit the toes of his boots. Oh well.)

Thor, rather than appreciating the tragedy of lost ice cream, laughs. "Have a care," he advises, in a friendly tone that very easily reaches the rafters. Thor Odinson is good at projection. "I have not yet seen rats in the ceiling to bring you more."

Also it's a waste, but... that's not really on Thor's radar. There's always more delicious food if you ask for it! Right?

[stuck_mynock]

Atton looks up when the ice cream drips onto his hair.

Whines softly.

Bounds up into the rafters to crouch and peer at the ice cream. He wants one.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph leans over to scritch his head affectionately. Well, if he will puppy-dog around like that.

"You can't have it. It's mine."

[stuck_mynock]

Mournfully: "But I need it to live."

[havetubawilltravel]

[OOC: just a tad late but this is irresistible :)]

Pinkie's not dodging that drop.

Nope.

With totally immaculate precision, she Matrixes a backflip and manages to catch it in her mouth with a satisfied smack.

"Oooh, strawberry!"

[alwaysroomforhope]

A blonde head peers down out of the rafters, curious.

"Are you stealing my icecream?"

[havetubawilltravel]

ZipZoom! There's someone right over your head now, Steph.

Don't ask how she sticks to the roof. There was

"Nope! The floor was..." She cringes. "Do you want it back?"