Finally noticing the awkward atmosphere, Lucas develops a bit of a confused expression, then scratches the back of his head a few times. Jonathan is tensely locked up next to him, at a loss as to how to diffuse what he assumes is a misunderstanding, but isn't confident enough to act on that guess.
"Wh-what? The three of you combined probably can't eat as much as Jonathan alone, it's not like it's a big deal." Although Lucas is off-target, it at least breaks the strange tension in the air when Miss Chievous starts giggling.
Miss Masher looks thoughtful for a moment, then starts sizing up Jonathan, seeming to have accepted the interpreted challenge.
Miss Calculated finally thaws, gently pats Willy twice, then stands up to walk over toward Lucas with her tablet after sett
Realizing that free lunch is imminent, Miss Masher is up and on her way out of the door in surprisingly short order. Miss Chievous had actually managed to beat her there, thanks to the couch she was on being notably closer to the door.Not having much else to tidy up, Miss Calculated heads back over and shuts off Willy's tablet, putting it into the bag with the other electronics paraphernalia that belongs to Lucas and Jonathan."Shall we?" Miss Calculated raises a brow while asking this, offering the bag of their recently purchased possessions back over to Lucas. Once he takes it, she starts heading out the door which Miss Masher is still holding open.At first, Lucas just nods in response, but seeing how all three women are apparently rarin' to go, he chuckles and sta
Once everyone is outside and James has finished his keyless hands-free locking of the door, he wastes no time at all in vacating the premises, as if staying a second too long would make Miss Calculated change her mind. He at least had the decency to wave his tablet goodbye at them before peacing out.'Same dude, same. I certainly lost count of how many times I did roughly the same. Without, you know, super-cool psychic powers, though.'[...]'Like you're even remotely surprised.'[Not in the least bit. I can certainly see the similarities between you two.]'I'm not sure why, but I feel like you just insulted me, somehow.'
Without his recently destroyed toy to amuse him, Lucas, unsurprisingly, grows bored in short order."Sooo… Hey Mash, what were ya talking about with Jon before, anywho?" Craving some form of stimulation, Lucas decides to finally break the silence of their traveling trio plus pooch."Eh? Oh, I was just tellin' him some stories from around when the war ended. Even though lotsa us supes end up on the streets, we don't really talk to others about it much, since we often don't wanna bring it up. It was nice. Could really tell he went through some serious shit too, what with how he reacted to some of it." While Miss Masher fondly recalls bench-time story-time, Miss Calculated visibly flinches and stops walking.Noticing her older sister's reaction, Miss Masher immedia
Noticing Miss Masher's intent on joining in the pending scuffle, Miss Calculated holds an arm out in front of her."Mash, seriously, this is a terrible idea. I can almost guarantee that they're far back in the alley, with nothing for you to hide behind on your way to them. There's no way you'll be able to get close. If anything, you should be trying to stop Lucas." While Miss Calculated actively tries to dissuade her sister, Miss Masher visibly hesitates again."...But pointlessly destructive assholes like that are the worst. Even if we do leave, what if Chi or Jon get hit on their way past here while tryin' to catch up with us? 'Sides, Lucas has got endurance too, he can probably take the hit, an' maybe when seein' two of us the bastard might even surrender." As Miss Masher speaks her mind, she gently pushes Miss Calculated'
Snapping his eyes open while leaning against the wall to support himself, Lucas trembles while stabilizing his breathing. Thankfully, Miss Calculated's attention is currently on her sister, just now reaching her arm out in front of her to stop her.Willy, however, was in the process of scolding Lucas. When he noticed the odd behavior, he ceased his barking.[Unfortunately, the time given is fairly limited, but at least the damage caused before you had time to react doesn't count against you. You seem calmer than I would expect, did you come up with an idea already?]'Yeah, actually. When I tripped, I fucked up the wall just trying to get my bearings, right? That damn girlie is causing so much havoc, I don't feel bad breakin' a few walls to stop her.'
[It's all well and good that you got to enjoy a snack, but you just lost some GDV from the destruction caused by her recent shot into traffic. Also, Jonathan is nearby now, but he's swamped with tasks for aiding the growing number of victims.]'Bah, I wouldn't have stopped her in time regardless. Tch, you'd think we should swap tasks, dealing with her would have been way easier for him.'[...You're nearly there, it won't be much longer now. Miss Calculated will probably be stopping you just a little way into the next room. If not, maybe speak up to ask when.]'Right, would be too weird if I suddenly veered off through the wall without her say-so.'Lucas resumes his charge, clapping his hands to
While Miss Calculated carefully navigates the ruined remnants of the supply room, heading over to mark the wall for Miss Masher's breakthrough, Lucas is busy raiding the now-doorless fridge.[...It isn't going to be that much longer before lunch, do you really need to resort to this? Also, she did specify that the fridge is unreliable, it might not be such a good idea to eat anything from it.]'Psh, a soda should still be fine though.'[It still will-]Before 427 can finish pointing out that it is a GDV loss, Lucas has already opened a can of root beer and immediately began chugging it.While Lucas was making his beverage selection, the studious
Staring at the marbles for a few seconds longer, Lucas finally releases his grip on the fridge before walking over and picking the pouch up. Crouching over and gathering the few loose scattered marbles before putting away all but one, he then sticks the pulled-shut pouch into his front left pants pocket.Standing back up, he tosses up the one he kept loose a few times, slightly increasing the height of the toss each successive time.'So, since I don't want the phone incident all over again, where can I safely throw this thing to test it out?'[Oh? Hmm, I'd say try to hit the top corner of that five-story building on the other side of the street from the entrance of the alley.]'Ha! Not gonna make it