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]

[He shrugs, innocently.]

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

[overdraws]

[ She gives him a look. ] That doesn't mean I don't have to pick up after myself. I don't own the world yet.

[doggedly]

[Right, yes, and he nods, as if he expected this very logical response.]

But you ought to get into practice. And you don't want to put the row-bots out of a job, now do you.

[overdraws]

You're not going to let me clean up, are you. [ It's not a question, more of an acceptance of fact. ] Alright, fine. But if it's still here in twenty minutes, I'm cleaning it up.

[doggedly]

Twenty minutes!

[He agrees, brightly, and claps his hands on her upper arms for a moment, a gesture as friendly as it is bracing and final.]

You can time it, if you like. And we can't do paperwork for those twenty minutes, we'll have to be watching for the row-bots--

[Obviously, logically, and he throws an arm around her shoulders now and sort of turns her toward the sofa.]

[overdraws]

[ She squints at him, but allows herself to be led. ] This was your plan all along, wasn't it.

[doggedly]

I have no idea of what you're talking about.

[All innocence, as he steers her to the sofa.]

I have no plans. All I want is for you to sit on this sofa, just here-- [--which he says as he turns, sweeping her along with him--here, on the sofa, which he's flopping down on, come along, Allison--] --and let the row-bots get on with their work.

If you think that's a plan, well, then, I s'ppose I'm guilty. But it's not a plan. At all.

[overdraws]

[ She sits down next to him all the while eyeballing him because she doesn't believe him at all. ] It's not a plan? Then what is it?

[doggedly]

It's you and me, sitting on a sofa. Together.

[He shrugs, as he sinks back into the cushy embrace of the overstuffed sofa, his legs stuck out in front of him, taking up too much room.]

It's like an anti-plan. A very sound lack of plan. We're going to sit here and wait for row-bots, and no one's going to do any work for at least ten minutes. Unless an emergency comes up and then of course we're out in the corridors faster'n you can say 'arrrgh manticores with tentacles'.

[overdraws]

[ She sits down on the couch at an angle, settled in at his feet, and shoots him a wry look. ] Please tell me manticores with tentacles aren't actually a thing.

[doggedly]

Ehh.

[A noise of non-committal. He does a see-saw motion with his hand, the international, intergalactic, and interdimensional sign for sort of.]

Let's just say that we're not thinking about them, and perhaps they won't be real. D'you want to play a game while we're waiting? In the interest of helping us to not think about what we're not thinking about, I mean.

[overdraws]

What kind of game? [ She's sort of willing. Sort of. ]

[doggedly]

Truth or dare.

[He raises his eyebrows at her again, and rolls his glance in her direction without lifting his head off of the sofa. This is a challenge.]

[overdraws]

[ Oh, damn you, Sirius Black. ] Fine. Truth.

[doggedly]

Hmmm!

[It's a very pleased hmmm!, as he swings his legs around so he's sitting cross-legged on the sofa, facing her, elbows planted on his knees.]

Right. Let's go traditional. Who in our little department would you snog. At least snog. And it can be more than one, it can be a whole list. And you can even include Tyke.

[Which is a Big Deal even if Alison doesn't know it.]

[overdraws]

[ It takes her a second to remember what 'snog' means. ] I probably wouldn't snog Tyke. Not— [ And she holds her hands up in defense for a second. ] —because she's not pretty. But because I don't think she'd appreciate it coming from me. Maybe Steve Rogers?

[ Even though he's old enough to be her grandpa. ]

[doggedly]

[excuse u girlfriend Tyke isn't pretty she's flawless

But the actual answer that Allison provides distracts Sirius enough on its own.]

What-- old Triangle Man? [He touches fingertips to his left shoulder, and then his right, and then somewhereabouts on his stomach. It might look like a far-flung sign of the cross, but it's actually an indication of the source of this nickname. Physique like a Dorito (not that Sirius knows what a Dorito is).] Isn't he about seventy? You like 'em that old?

[Wow! But no judgement.]

Fair enough. I s'ppose there's no accounting for taste.

[overdraws]

It's kissing! [ Perfectly harmless! ] Besides, you don't count, I've already kissed you.

[doggedly]

And I loved every second of it, but that's not my point. My point is... [A beat; he raises his eyebrows.] Triangle man?

[And then, quickly, before she can either defend or protest--he puts up his hands in surrender.]

But, as I said. No accounting for taste. Some girls like 'em aged and triangular. That's perfectly fine. Right, so--he's the only one? No list?

[overdraws]

No one in Sec. [ She raises an eyebrow. ] Truth or dare?

[doggedly]

Disappointing.

[--He sighs. And then, without second thought:]

Dare.

[overdraws]

[ Of course. ] I dare you to... [ She glances around the room. She'd tell him to pick up the mess but it probably wouldn't do any good. But she's going to try anyway. ] Clean up your mess.

[doggedly]

[Indignant, he looks around at her.]

You what!

[overdraws]

You heard me. [ She raises her eyebrows. ]

[doggedly]

Yeah, I heard you. I just don't believe you.

[Disgusted, he shakes his head.]

That's not a dare. That's cheating. I thought so much better of you than this.