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

[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.

[overdraws]

So you're saying you won't take the dare? [ this is the most innocent face ever, Sirius!! ]

[doggedly]

Sorry. Did you hear me say that? 'Cos I didn't say that.

[He sniffs, once, short and superior--but the defensive act is as quick to go as it was to come, because--]

But I am allowed to register my complaint, I hope. This is seriously unfair. This isn't a dare, this is a punishment. You're using my own game against me.

[overdraws]

[ She's grinning now, sitting back up against the back of the couch. She's not trying to look smug, but she probably does. Just a little. ] Complaint registered. And it's not a punishment. It's a dare.

[doggedly]

It's a punishment and you know it. You're using the game against me, which is tragic.

[But, with a sigh, he shifts off the sofa, and goes, slump-shouldered, toward the paper shuffled across the floor.]

I'll probably never be able to play this game ever again. I'll always think of this moment, when you stabbed me in the back. [Another sigh, louder.] Tragic. Truth or Dare for you, then. Go on. Game's not over.

[overdraws]

[ She's way too amused by this. ] Dare.

[doggedly]

[Yes he can sense her amusement that's half the problem here]

Good. Dare.

[In a tone like I'm going to get you back. On his knees, working on gathering up the paper, Sirius levels a stare at Allison.]

I dare you to--take off your shirt, turn it inside-out, and wear it. Right here, right now.

[so THERE.]

[overdraws]

[ ALlison narrows her eyes, and then stands up, pulling off her shirt, turning it inside out, and pulling it back on. The entire time she's looking right at him, jaw set, one eyebrow raised. WHen she's got it back on, she sits back down. ] Why don't you just use your magic?

[doggedly]

[He keeps his gaze on hers, stony though hers is. But Sirius is steady, like he didn't just ask for her to strip briefly of her shirt, like he has zero interest in the actual process or results. (Anyway, he's got great peripheral vision.)

His only comment, before she sits down, is:] You've done this before, haven't you.

[And then, okay, he resumes tidying up.]

Is that part of the dare? Using magic? I assumed in your heartlessness you were being fully heartless.

[overdraws]

[ He's not the first person to challenge her to take her shirt off. He probably won't be the last. ] I just said clean up the mess, I didn't say how.

[doggedly]

Oh, well--

[--he says, and sits back on his heels so he can tug his wand out of his pocket again. He waves it once, and then jabs toward the stack he had started--

And straightaway, he waves it, and the papers all jump into the air, and like they're being hoovered up by some great invisible hoover, they suck in toward the stack, clamoring to pile on top of one another until--

There they are. A single stack, very neat. Sirius shoves himself to his feet, and sets his boot down on top of the pile.]

What's it, that muggle magicians say? Oh, yeah. Ta-dahhhhh.

[Wiggly fingers, kind of like jazz hands. (Wizards don't have jazz hands.)]

[overdraws]

Something like that, yeah. Truth or Dare? [ She raises an eyebrow at him, pulling her legs up to tuck underneath her. ]

[doggedly]

Truth.

[He waves his wand at the stack of papers, and they lift up, hovering about chest-height, before he directs them back toward the table.]

I'm frightened of your dares.

[overdraws]

[ She thinks for a moment. ] Is there anyone on the ship you like?

[doggedly]

Plenty.

[Open-ended question. He shoots another grin back at Allison.]

You.

[overdraws]

Other than me. [ Because duh, Sirius. She kinda already had an inkling of that. ]

[doggedly]

Oh, well then.

[He comes to sit back down on the sofa beside her, and answers, simply:]

Yes.

[overdraws]

Like...? [ She motions for him to go on!! ]