FEBRUARY CATCH-ALL

[burlyboy]

WHO: Magnus Burnsides & YOU
WHERE: All over!
WHEN: Throughout February!
WHAT: Yep, it's another handy dandy catch-all - you know the drill! Magnus here will be busy getting into mischief, participating in underground fighting rings in a handy dandy dog mask like the furry bastard he is, walking his dogs, etc., etc. If you want a starter, feel free to PM me or contact me on Plurk @ WISDOMBITCH and I'll be more than happy to whip something up for you!
WARNINGS: Swearing, probable violence, Lestat's presence.

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FOR LESTAT

[burlyboy]

[ There are a few kinds of people you can find wandering Maurtia Falls at night, particularly around here. You've got your ladies and gentlemen of the night, you've got your criminals, you've got your people who have no other choice, you have your unsavoury supernatural types roaming underneath the night sky, and you've got your haplessly lost tourists.

You also have one Magnus Burnsides. He'd gone out with a couple of his wrestling partners, kicked back a few, and then wound up in a 24-hour Wal-Mart to fill his gut with something resembling food.

Which is how he winds up wandering the unsavoury streets of Maurtia Falls, ankle-length red coat tied over his wrestling uniform and eating what appears to be a block of cheese that he unwrapped and started chowing down on on the spot like a stick of beef jerky.

As looks go, it's one of someone who's a walking disaster, but it is undoubtedly a power move. It's not a good look, but it's a Look. ]

[youresovein]

[ That makes two men out in search of a midnight snack, and only one who's found one. Lestat had chosen the mean streets of Maurtia Falls as his best hope of finding entertainment and a guilt-free meal at this late hour, and had not found either to his satisfaction. It has him lamenting the bygone days of cutthroats and thieves down at every waterfront (slightly romanticized, perhaps) when his senses snag on a nearby memory of violence as clearly as the music he can hear playing from the next block over. That's it. That's his dinner.

It's an easy thing for him to follow without being seen by the handful of people out at this hour, walking quickly and quietly through the shadows until he's nearly upon his quarry — and then comes the record scratch. An ImPort. Someone he's met. Well, that won't do. Instead of the impressive entrance he'd been inventing for himself, the last thing his intended victim would see tonight, Lestat simply sighs and steps out from the darkness between two buildings. ]

Now you look like a man without a destination.

[ He gestures enigmatically at the cheese. ]

[burlyboy]

[ Magnus looks down at the cheese, then back up at Lestat. He doesn't recognize the fellow in front of him - he looks prissy and a bit foppish in the sort of way that he had once disdained and now regards with the good humoured caution of one who's befriended one too many fussy people over the years - but that's little reason to be unfriendly, even in his current state, wits dulled with drink.

He takes a large bite out of his brick of cheese. ] Oh, I wouldn't say that. Once I'm through with this, my destination's gonna be a washroom, that's for damn sure.

[ Hello, good sir, nice to meet you - how about a diarrhea joke for your trouble? ]

[youresovein]

[ Perhaps unexpectedly, the well-groomed and slightly glittery man laughs out loud at the very lowbrow humor. In iambic pentameter, it could have been Shakespeare.

But probably not.

Rebardless, Magnus is met with a hearty and supernaturally strong clap on the shoulder, the sort that can only truly come between Men of a certain Manliness (glitter be damned), and Lestat steers them both into a stroll in whichever direction Magnus had been ambling. No sense interrupting a perfectly good nighttime amble. With an appraising and curious look, now that Lestat really has the chance to see him with his eyes instead of his disappointed stomach: ]

Then my next question seeks your backstory! Where are you coming from, dressed with such stunning panache?

[ That's the word he's going to use, at least. ]

[burlyboy]

Uh - the coat's a gift, and I'm wearing it 'cause it makes me look good as hell, [ Magnus says with all of the modesty of a coddled monarch. Sure, he's down on himself right now, but that's all inside shit! The outside shit is still looking fresh, especially in his favourite jacket. And then, like many flashers before him, he opens up the jacket - but, thankfully, he's wearing something underneath it. It's his wrestling uniform.

This version of it is padded leather, and it's got six nipples on it. His boss wanted him to go for something, but he doesn't think it's working. ]

This is 'cause I'm comin' home from work. I'm a pro wrestler. I'Morko. [ Half-heartedly, he curls the fingers of his free hand and swipes the air. ] The Bear.

FOR MERLE

[burlyboy]

[ Magnus had already been out and about when he got a phone call from Merle (Taako's out and about doing... well, neither of them are sure, but when they had asked further, they were summarily informed that it was none of their business), citing the fact that neither of them wanted to cook as a good reason to go grab a bite. Magnus winds up telling Merle where to meet him, which is at the closest thing that this place has to a tavern.

It's not a particularly pleasant place, but the food is solid, the beer flows freely, and more importantly, it feels a little more like home if he ignores the music, the clothes, and the damning fact that the bulletin board is advertising things like opportunities to volunteer for the Boy Scouts than missions where you might get yourself killed.

He nabs a booth in the corner, and once Merle comes in, waves him down. ]

Merle! Over here! [ He booms, as though the biggest guy in the place waving at him wasn't obvious enough. ]

[extremeteenbible]

[ It's been a while since Merle visited a tavern. Even back home, when he'd wanted a drink he'd make one himself at Chesney's rather than visit Bottlenose Cove's local tavern. So the offer to meet Magnus at a pub is enticing, and Merle happily makes his way there.

He sees Magnus instantly (how could he not?) and walks over, climbing up onto the booth across from his friend and kicking his short legs. ]

So. What's good here? They have any ale?

[burlyboy]

Look at this place! Of course they've got ale. And it's all good, [ Magnus says with a shrug. Then again, Magnus makes some culinary monstrosities when left to his own devices, generally with a gratuitous amount of meat, cheese, or both, and generally squished between two slices of bread. If he can shove it all into his mouth simultaneously, all the better.

He flags down the waiter and holds two fingers up and, moments later, two foaming mugs of beer are set down in front of them. He slides the menu over towards Merle and takes a long draught of his ale. It's not very good ale, but it's what Magnus is used to, which means it tastes just fine to him. ]

[extremeteenbible]

[ Any ale is good ale, in Merle's book. He's lived too long a life to turn his nose up at a mug of beer. He takes a good hearty sip as he looks over the menu. ]

So, any reason you wanted to go out like this? Anything I should know?

[burlyboy]

Not really. [ He'll bring up Tina - and maybe Angus - in a second, but he wants to check up on Merle first. Instead, he just shrugs. ] Figured you wouldn't wanna cook either, and I've been comin' here long enough to introduce you to the place by now.

[ He's... become a frequent visitor to an awful lot of bars like this, but that's just part of the job, right? The trick is making sure he's only getting drunk and tussling in bars that haven't hired him for bouncer work in the past, because that would not look good on his record. ]

And it's been a while. [ He eyes Merle, the hint of a frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. He's kind of a shitty friend. ] What've you been up to anyway?

[extremeteenbible]

Fair 'nough.

[ Merle half pays attention to the menu, and half makes a complex, elongated groaning noise as he thinks over what he's been up to. ]

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yanno. The plants in the backyard got trampled by that horse beast few months back, been workin' on replacing those, but the soils too hard in the winter so the actual replanting's gonna have to wait 'til spring. [ He sighs. His life is such hardship. ] Archie did promise me a bunch more weed that he grew during the whole [ He leans in, talking out of the side of his mouth in a stage whisper. ] and-gray elic-ray fiasco.

But other than that, I've been doin' my own thing. Shoppin' at the flea market, goin' to work.

[burlyboy]

[ Magnus can't quite restrain a wince at the mention of Archie. The rest of it is, uh, weird, but not weird in a way that's foreign to Merle's whole way of life. That part stings, though. ]

Yeah, uh, about that... [ He rubs at the back of his head. He really didn't want to get into it, but they probably should. At least he's not quite as catastrophic now as he was at the beginning of the month, when he just sort of mooned around after he got all fucked up in new and interesting ways every night. ]

Take it easy on him, will you? He's not doing so hot. And I don't blame him. Don't think anyone's ever come back from that before.

[ On account of the whole being dead thing. Yayyyy. ]

[extremeteenbible]

[ Merle waves a dismissive wooden hand. P'shaw. He's already over it. ]

Yeah, yeah, I know. It wasn't his fault. I know the relics' power as well as you do.

[ Though Magnus does raise a good point. Merle leans back in his seat, drumming his fingers on the table, tap-tap-tap-tap, as he thinks. ]

It does make you wonder, though. What would'a the others been like if they'd been able to come back from after the relics' thrall? Gundren... Sloane.

[ Well, Sloane was a different story. ]