I can move mountains, I can work a miracle [OPEN]

[rassera]

WHO: The residents of Nonah 05 + YOU!
WHERE: Nonah, Residence #005
WHEN: All month long (January)
WHAT: Nonah 05 open log for January Shenanigans
WARNINGS: Obligatory Bull and Tetsuo warnings apply.


Starters will be appearing in the comments. If you want something specific from any one person (Kaneda rassera, Tetsuo iamtetsuo, Bull rideme and Ken amadaman), feel free to drop them a line and ask! Otherwise, feel free to add your own starters for the whole household or individual residents as you like.

Comments

[rassera]

[Capsule can't. For all he knows, she's just a weird stitched up dog. But then again, even the weird part is just because she walks on two legs. Weird is good! His master is weird too.]

It's something only you can help me with, actually. Funny how fate works out like that, huh?

[A little nudge, as he opens the door to the basement. The light above turns on automatically...sort of. It shorts out the second they walk in, Kaneda stopping on the second step to literally slam his fist against the wall.

The light flickers back on.]

That wasn't it, by the way.

[Hey dingus, maybe instead of making bombs to blow up childhood disney character's evil schemes, you use those lightbulbs as...ACTUAL LIGHTBULBS.]

[deadtective]

[the sudden disappearance of their guiding light doesn't really bother Hazel - her eyes no longer take time to adjust to the darkness - but it certainly hikes up the intensity of that disbelieving hum a few notches. you can practically feel the quiet judgement boring into the back of Kaneda's head as he 'fixes' the issue.]

...you're gonna ask me to look at the smoke alarms, aren't you.

[because if anything screams 'I am as careful with household parts as the Doctor' it's that. she ought to see if she could get certified in pulling these stupid things off ceilings at this point.]

[rassera]

[There's a little lip curl, as if to give her a little 'face' after that remark.]

Bull punched one months ago.

[DUH.]

Now c'mon.

[He continues his descent down the stairs, hopping over the guard rail and onto the floor at the last three steps. The basement honestly...looked a little cluttered. Some furniture, miscellaneous things...stuff probably none of the current residents contributed to was piled down here. A mess that needed to be cleaned up, except for one area that seemed to already be started. A little patch in the corner, Christmas lights from Bull's tree strung up on the piping, Drapes hung to make three 'walls', and a mattress with a pillow/blanket. It wasn't a lot, and from the looks of it, was probably unfinished.

But--]

What else does it need?

[deadtective]

[Hazel has to laugh a little as she spots what she's been brought down here for, because it's adorable in its bare bones-ness and also completely contrary to what she was expecting. she takes the steps more sedately, shaking her head slightly as she hops off.]

You must know another girl besides me.

[she assumes that this has got to be for that chick she sees all the time when she visits - Mio? May? Mindy? that one. the idea that this was intended for her never even crosses Hazel's mind, even as a subconscious suspicion. it's just not the sort of thing that happens to her.

Hazel obligingly drops into a crouch to get a better look at things from the angle of the mattress. if he was putting this much effort into making a space for someone, the least she could do was give the same amount of energy.]

Sheets'd be nice, and somewhere to put your shit that's not the ground - I bet there's a stool or something in all that garbage you could pull out. Maybe a lamp too, if you've got one that runs off batteries? Just for some extra light.

[she makes a thoughtful noise, tilting her head to the side.]

I dunno, it kinda depends on how long they're gonna be hanging around down here.

[rassera]

Huh?

Well yeah, I know a ton of girls...

[He's not exactly sure where she's going with that one, because...why ask them? Hazel's her own brand of eccentric. And whatever girl he asked would probably get it wrong. He'd guesstimated on a lot of it already, but it's not like he ever made a room before--not even back in Neo Tokyo.

Congrats, you're his first project with this.

As she crouches beside the mattress, he's backing up to give her space to work with it, idly rummaging through the mishmosh of things when she starts rattling them off. A stool...he could've sworn he saw one earlier. Maybe not a lamp, but that was an easy fix. There was probably one in the study that no one uses.

Feeling his hand close around the top flat part of the stool, he yanks it out, the garbage avalanching a little now that it wasn't there to support any weight.]

Well, how long do you plan on staying?

[deadtective]

...what?

[her gaze snaps sharply from the room to settle on Kaneda, brow furrowed in something rather close to concern. she must have misheard him thanks to the sudden downpour of random bullshit that had just been triggered. there's absolutely no way that he actually said that.

it's enough to get her to stand up again, like somehow being at her full height is going to help her hear better when he repeats himself. the things she'll do to discredit any iota of kindness, man.]

[rassera]

...A month? Two?

[More? He says it so casually, hoisting that stool up over his head and plopping it down.]

[deadtective]

You can't be fucking serious.

[nope, she's just going to come outright and say it. this entire scenario and her apparent place in it is so incomprehensible that Hazel outright rejects its existence in reality. he's got to be trying to regain some lost ground on the trolling front after their week-long pause.]

[rassera]

I -told- you it's something only you can help with, you knowww~!

[His voice trails off, moving his way around the garbage, eyes set on something else. Was that a box? A box that could double as a nightstand?]

[deadtective]

Don't you use that fucking goddamn tone with me right now!

[oh my god she's going to bean him with literally anything in this trash heap. Hazel's hand wraps around some piece of junk (it's a vase of some sort) and she raises it above her head threateningly; speak the truth, man, lest you suffer yet another concussion.]

[rassera]

[The sound that escapes Kaneda's mouth...it's a mix between an exclamation of surprise and a yelp. He knows that gesture--he's more than once had something thrown at his head. It's just getting something to cover with--ah, here's a...tennis racket? That'll work-- that's the problem. He holds it up, 'netting' facing her like a shield.]

Oi!! What is your PROBLEM?!

[deadtective]

Right now it's fucking you, but gimme an actual answer and I'll see what I can do about it.

[the arm moves into windup position, one good pitch away from ceramic terror. how much confidence do you have in that duraflex weave, buddy?]

[rassera]

Hey, hey hey!!

[That racket's aimed now, as if trying to judge the trajectory of the vase's eventual path. What was the PROBLEM? If she didn't want to stay she could've just said that but--oh god, she looks like she's about ready to pitch that at any second.]

THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Do you want to stay or not?!

[deadtective]

Why the fuck would you want me around here even more than I already am!?

[nope, wrong answer! let's see how much innate tennis skill a post-apocalpytic nerdbomber has as she sends the vase careening right at his head.]

[rassera]

[Luck has shined upon this boy today, because the vase hits dead center, exploding in a pile of porcelain and dust, most of it coating Kaneda and the racket. Give him a moment, he's got to shake that dust out of his hair.]

SHIT!!!

What the hell DIDN'T sink in when I said you were my friend?! Tetsuo's friend!

[He sidesteps out of the way of those vase shards, making sure all the little bits of it are on the ground and not in his hair or on his clothes.]

[deadtective]

I was gonna let that go, but nobody is stupid enough to do this for me!

[she gestures wildly at the bedroom behind her, looking a bit stricken in between the outrage. to cover herself she bends almost immediately, shifting around the basement debris to find her next projectile.]

[rassera]

[Excuse you?! HE'S PLENTY STUPID ENOUGH!!!]

I thought you'd be happy! You're here for Tetsuo, right?!

[Oh no you don't, he's scaling that pile of garbage over the center, trying to stop her before she grabs the next dangerous object she can.]

[deadtective]

[oh my god no she refuses this premise! Hazel sees him coming and starts chucking lighter garbage to get in his way as she tries to double the speed she's searching for something heavier with.]

Of course I am! But you don't have to fucking bribe me or whatever the hell you're trying to do here, I'm gonna keep coming back anyway!

[rassera]

[Jesus Christ it's already hard enough to vault over a chair and a bag of golf clubs you throwing random shit isn't making this any easier!]

It's not a--SHIT!--bribe!

[He catches that next one mid-air, a little surprised at his own reflexes for a moment, only for the one after that to smack him upside the head.]

I just thought you could--it'd be EASIER!!

[deadtective]

[MAKING IT DIFFICULT IS THE ENTIRE POINT YOU DUMBASS]

I don't ever get 'easier', there's always something else! So just fucking spit it out so we can get over it!

[AHA FINALLY she grasps something a little heftier than the junk she'd been throwing before. with a determined grimace she lifts it up to take aim...and has to pause her onslaught, because the statuette is just too bizarre. she casts a befuddled look at Kaneda, like somehow this is all his doing.]

...who bought this?

1/4

[rassera]

There's nothing els--

2/4

[rassera]

[He stops midsentence, noticing her attention shift to the statuette that she's got in her hands. He's not sure if he should...take this as a blessing or not but--]

3/4

[rassera]

[Wait, why is she looking at him like that.]

4/4

[rassera]

[Shrug.]

[deadtective]

Don't give me that look, it's in your fucking basement!

[AND IT IS SUPER WEIRD SHE HAD TO COMMENT ON IT, although depending on how things go she might fall back into throwing things anyway.]