i want to live where soul meets body; (open log)

[overdraws]

CHARACTERS: Allison Argent and you!
LOCATION: Open starters at SEC HQ, the gardens, the kitchens, misc
WARNINGS: N/A (will update if necessary)
SUMMARY: an open log for most of march.
NOTES: Let me know if you want a specific starter for you, or leave one of your own! Feel free to interrupt the prompts at any time, too, they're not set in stone.


SEC HQ
[ She's a hard worker, this one. When she's on shift, if she's not out actively patrolling, she's here, doing her best to keep her own 'paper'work filed, and maybe working on some of the backlog, too. Edgeworth's desk is still piled up and it grows every day. It's the least she can do, right? Sometimes she's just here on break, leafing through a book she's found in the library (although most of it goes right over her head, considering it all references things she has no idea about) or she's watching an episode of All My Universes on her comm. Isadora is crazy, isn't she!? ]


Oxygen Gardens/9th floor Kitchens
[ Running helps her keep her mind clear. It was one of the things she did back home when she was having a rough time with things, and here it provides her with a strange sense of comfort. A forest is a forest, even if the terrain is completely different. She does her best to stick to the main paths while she jogs, trying not to get in the way of anyone working or otherwise out. When she's done, she heads to the kitchens for a bottle of water, sitting on the counter and drinking it with her eyes closed. She needs to go to the showers next, but the breather is nice. So she's savoring it. ]

Comments

[doggedly]

Far from it. You didn't give me proper time, my next question was going to be, why'd you keep your true feelings from me for so long? And then, did you know how I've felt? This whole time?

[real and true sincerity. it might almost be believable.]

And then I'd ask you if you wanted to be married, 'cos that'd be it for me.

[overdraws]

[ She totally believes it. Totally. ] Oh yeah? You're ready to settle down, white picket fence and two kids?

[doggedly]

Oh, yeah. Except when you say it that way, it sounds like we'll be living on a cricket field. Penned in with our children. Are we really stopping at just two, by the way?

[And don't look now, Allison, but you've abandoned your paperwork for this very important conversation.]

[overdraws]

Two's a good start. And, no, we're not living on a cricket field. [ Allison kind of gets an idea of what that is. ] Small house. Maybe one floor? Oh! And a dog.

[ Because it's not a stereotypical family if you don't have a dog. ]

[doggedly]

Oh, just a start, eh. Well, I'm all right if it's just a start. And it just so happens that I've just the dog in mind. Very brave and clever. Good with children. Once saved some orphans from a river.

[Embellishing your canine alterego's achievements is totally cool and not weird at all.]

Will you be staying home, then? Or d'you intend to keep up with all that women's lib and get out in the workforce? Or, well. Stay in the workforce. You could employ the babies to do your filing.

[overdraws]

Actually, you'll be staying home and I'll be helping Lydia take over the world.

[ So, you know, no change. Whatsoever. ] But. I have to finish the filing before we can even think about getting married.

[doggedly]

No, hang on, hang on--

[And he actually heaves himself to his feet and moves over to her desk, laying his hand right on top of that piece of paper she'd been laboring on. Weight shifted into that arm, he leans in close to her, eyes narrowed with suspicion.]

I'm not against having a wife that owns the world, mind. I'm all for it. Love it. Very empowering, up the women, all that. But why don't I get to help take over the world?

[overdraws]

[ She puts the stylus down, folds her hands and looks right up at him. ] Because someone needs to stay home and take care of the babies while they do my paperwork.

[doggedly]

[Uh-huh. He nods.

Uh-huh, yes, no.]

Have you seen my handwriting?

[overdraws]

Yes. Which is why I meant the babies doing my paperwork. [ She grins at him. ] You can clean the house and make dinner.

[doggedly]

[Well, now he's a little put out. He stares down at the stack of papers for a moment, and flips up one of the corners, dog-earing it.]

It's quite good, actually. When I want it to be.

[Handwriting, that is. But he's careful not to say it so loudly that someone might get the idea for him to do paperwork after all, either in White Picket Fence Cricket Home or the here and now.]

I'm actually really bad at cleaning house, y'know. Far more suited to world takeover. [Actually--] D'you want to see?

[He's already getting out his wand, so.]

[overdraws]

[ Allison sits back in her chair and -- well. She decides to indulge him which is probably a horrible idea, but she also kinda wants a break from the stack of files and datapads on the desk. It is getting a little tedious. ] Alright. Show me.

[doggedly]

[Brilliant.

Sirius turns, immediately, toward a table just across the room. There's papers piled there as well, unsorted. He gives them about half a second's glance, and then waves his wand at them, wordlessly.

A huge gust of wind slams across the room, shoving the table forward a few centimeters. The papers scatter off of the tabletop--but rather than blow into the corner, or plaster to the wall, they twist around again, and around, and around, a cyclone of papers.

It's noisy, all howling wind and flapping papers. Sirius grins.]

Cleaning!

[Not actually a cleaning spell. She'll never know.]

[overdraws]

[ She winches, raising her voice to be heard over the wind. ] How is this cleaning anything??

[doggedly]

Exactly!

[--He shouts back. When he waves his wand, he's careful to do it twice--once, and the maelstrom of papers slows, slightly--and then, with a frown, again, and the wind suddenly ceases, and all of the papers flutter loudly to the floor.

The SEC offices now look rather disheveled, to say the least. Sirius shrugs.]

So you see, dearest wife of mine, I ought to be put to work more effectively, in your world-takeover scheme.

[overdraws]

[ Allison sighs, and stands up, heading for the mess. ] I guess I can't argue that. Even if I have to clean up after you.

[ She says that last bit teasingly. She doesn't quite stick out her tongue, but she looks like she wants to. ]

[doggedly]

[Gracefully, quickly, Sirius steps right in front of her, blocking the path to the scattered papers.]

Or... you could not.

[overdraws]

Or I could so Tyke doesn't have to do it when she gets back. [ She looks at him, and then moves to step around him. ]

[doggedly]

[But again, he steps in front of her, with one hand held up. Wait wait wait.]

You don't really think I'd leave it for Tyke to tidy up, do you? There's no way. Not Tyke. But there's loads of other people in SEC, isn't there. People besides you, and me, and Tyke. People who can do the tidying up for us.

Whereas you and I, we've got better things to do.

[overdraws]

It's not exactly fair to leave them with our mess, either.

[ She's not waffling on this, and one more time, she moves to step around him. ]

[doggedly]

[One more step to the side, like this is a very slow and stilted dance. With a sigh, he holds both hands up, a gesture of surrender as much as it is one of wa-iiiiit.]

You're waiting for me to do it. Aren't you.

[overdraws]

[ She sighs, and crosses her arms. ] I'm waiting for you to let me do it, since you don't seem to feel up for it.

[doggedly]

No, no, I don't want you to do it.

[Like, duh, of course, why should Allison have to tidy up.]

You know, there's row-bots that do this sort of thing for us. Have you seen them? Zealous little buggers. If you spill some water on the floor and leave your door open, you get a whole horde in minutes. They'll probably be along now, any moment.

[overdraws]

[ Allison frowns, confused. Just because the Roombas exist is no reason to be super lazy. ] Why are you so adamant that I don't clean up after myself?

[ Well, technically himself, but details. ]

[doggedly]

[He shrugs, innocently.]

Well, you're going to own the world, aren't you.