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[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

(oom: A Very Important Phone Call.)

Deadpool trudges back into Milliways, something very... defiant in his posture. Well, as defiant as you can be while pushing a shopping cart loaded down with about a dozen 2' by 1' boxes marked FRAGILE in bold letters.

Regardless, there he is, against his better judgement.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace takes in the Deadpool. She takes in the shopping cart. She grins.
"Hey, do I get to call you hobo now?"

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He shrugs. "I've been called worse. Besides, you're just jeaous that Santa 'Pool doesn't have anything for you in his basket of toys."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"You're just jealous 'cause I don't want to sit on your lap." Ace returns with a smirk.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He considers this. "Not really. You're British, which means you probably got teeth like a vandalized graveyard." Oooh, burn!

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"At least I've still got my own." she replies oh-so-sweetly, with the arched eyebrow implying that others in this conversation probably do not.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "Hey, I don't got much, but I got my original grille intact. Of course, I was thinking about getting myself some platinum fronts, maybe with "DEADPOOL" written out in diamonds on 'em. That'd be crunk."

He runs a finger over where his mouth should be to elaborate that "DEAD" would go on the top row and "POOL" would go across the bottom.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace wrinkles her nose.
"If 'crunk' is the word used to describe the sound your teeth will make when they shatter against the diamonds, yes, it would be." Ace is logical like that. She also finds the mental image highly amusing.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He frowns. "Dude, what year are YOU from? They haven't invented CRUNK yet?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Must be a Yankee thing." Ace says, dismissively, in the true manner of all British citizens. Yes folks, she still has it.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He gawks at her. "Right. They don't have rap in England?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Wrap?" Ace looks very confused. "What does thin bits of plastic have to do with crunk?" She's very lost.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He hangs his head. "Man, c'mere. We're going over to the jukebox and I'm gonna teach you about Public Enemy. I have no idea how society progressed before Flava Flav."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace looks wary. She gets the feeling that she should be following this guy anywhere. But... well... you know what they said about curiosity.
"Your coin, sewer-boy."

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

"It seems that I have a wonderful sense of timing, Deadpool." Enter the Faerie, walking over, carrying a small wooden crate, properly decked out with warning logos.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He BEAMS. "You. Are beautiful." She even gets the finger-guns for this.

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

She motions to the shopping cart with a tilt of her head. "And if those are for me, I might just say the same about you." A grin and wink.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

"One dozen mirrors, two foot by one foot, as requested." He's still grinning. "And a shopping cart, to boot. You can push people down stairs in these. Best invention ever."

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

"I don't think the stairs in my place are big enough for that... but I have mountain. Would it work for that?" Bright and innocent.

"A dozen and one battle ducks (http://images.neopets.com/items/bd_yellowduck.gif) ready to go. Don't squeak them until you need them."

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He considers this. "Shoving someone down a mountain in it would be even *better*. If you do so, I want pictures."

He considers the crate of Duckies. "So what's the operating procedure on these? Squeeze once and throw?"

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

"Pictures? Oh, don't tempt me even more than you already have." Taelia laughs, setting the crate down on a convenient table.

"Yep. They're also quite water proof, so just leaving them in someone's bathroom and waiting... Well." A grin. "Most people who get them from me usually do the squeak and throw thing."

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

"Hey, what can I say? I do tempting well. I mean, look at me. I'm one tempting motherfucker." Well, except for the "hideously disfigured" part, he does cut a rather dashing figure.

"Oh my god. Squeaky duck grenades. This is the best idea ever." He's going to pee his pants in delight. Innocuous things that are actually very dangerous are so awesome.

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

Taelia giggles, raking her fingers through her short hair to pull it back from her face, then goes over to examine the mirrors.

"Very, very good. I got some shields I've been needing to make, and these will work for them..."

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He strokes his chin in mock-dashing style. "Well, if there's anything else you're looking for, I'd be interested in browsing your catalogue of wares." So to speak. Aheh.

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

A wry grin, and she looks up at him, hair falling into her face, she impatiently brushes it back. "Oh really?"

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He grins at her again. She's cute. Guh. "Well, you know. If you have exploding duckies, I'm definitely down with seeing what else you have to offer." By which he means he's never seen a faerie naked before. Also, dude, she makes exploding ducks. She's cool.