I Wish I Had a Castle in the Sky ( OPEN )

[sidecars]

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A

Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?

[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.

Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]


[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.

This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.

But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]

Comments

[redhott]

[ He is a jerk, sorry, Richie. But how do you say mad at that cute ginger face for long? The answer is you can't. ]

Uhhh, truth.

[ He'll keep it fair and let Richie embarrass him this time. Okay, but please be merciful, Richie. Pleeease. ]

[gearshifting]

[He will try. He will definitely try. At least until he wins this game. Richie's lip pull up into a bit of a smirk. He might not be able to say thinks like that as easily as Kyle could, but he would make this one count.]

You get a real Get Out Of Jail Free card. What's the crime you would use it to commit?

[redhott]

Ugh, that's so mean. Like I'd ever commit one... [ Kyle seriously has to think about this because these kind of questions reveal a lot about people. Obviously he wouldn't kill anyone, so what would he be "willing" to do? ]

I'd steal the new upgraded console that just came out. Aaand maybe a few games to go with it.

[gearshifting]

You geek. [He says it without any real bite but he can't help but tease him.] I'll have to keep an eye on you next time we go to the game store.

[redhott]

Whatever, dude! [ Kyle pushes him with his hand. ] You cream your pants over new games so much more than me.

[gearshifting]

[Of course that just makes Richie get red all over again, but this time he's not as flustered. Score one for building an immunity to sex talk.]

Hey, man, everyone should be able to appreciate a good set of graphics and game mechanics.

[redhott]

Uh huh... Okay, okay, your turn. Truth or dare?

[gearshifting]

Dare. [Not in a rush to avoid any more potentially embarrassing questions, no, what are you even assuming there.]

[redhott]

Hmm... [ Ohhh, Kyle's got a good one. It's obviously by the grin on his face. ] Go up to someone and sing them a few bars of your favorite pop song. And you gotta really sell it, man.

[gearshifting]

That all? [Richie is grinning wide now, because it's not a hard dare and he gets to do something silly. So he stands up, walks around the couch, only to come back to Kyle's other side just as he starts.]

You are: My Fire.
The One. Desire.
Believe, when I say.
I want it that way.

[redhott]

Auugh, Richie, you weasel! [ He's trying to look annoyed, but it's hard when your boyfriend is singing Backstreet Boys at you. The only solution is to sing with him. ]

But we. Are two worlds apart.
Can't reach to your heart!

[ He takes Richie's hand dramatically and pulls him back down beside him. ]

When you say: That I want it that way!

[gearshifting]

[He's still grinning since Kyle didn't specify who he had to sing to and now that his equally geeky boyfriend had joined in, they can do a duet for the ages. He slides back down onto the couch next to him and brings up a fist like he's holding a microphone.]

Tell me why,
Ain't nothing but a heartache.
Tell me why,
Ain't nothing but mistake.
Tell me why

[He holds the "mic" out to Kyle.]

[redhott]

I never wan to heeear you saaa~y!

[ This is hella embarrassing, but Richie always gives him the courage to make a fool of himself in public as long as he goes first. ]

[gearshifting]

[Richie is never afraid to look like an idiot in public as long as it's fun. Bringing other people along with him is the best part. And so he leans in toward Kyle, putting a hand on his chest in a very dramatic way.]

I...want it thaaaaaat...way~.

[redhott]

[ Instead of being a good boyfriend and kissing him, he pinches Richie's nose on the last bar so he sounds like a cartoon character. ]

Haahahaha, what a beautiful voice you have, Rich!

[gearshifting]

[The pinching causes Richie's air to back up and he jerks back immediately after, snorting and shaking his nose to clear it.]

You jerk. See if I ever serenade you again. I can find someone else to do my Lion King duet with.

[redhott]

What? No, I'm sorry! I take it back! [ His big arms pull Richie in for a momma bear hug. ] You're not allowed to sing Lion king with anyone but me. That's pretty much a universal boyfriend rule.

[gearshifting]

[He lets Kyle pull him in but then not-so-accidentally nudges him in the stomach with his elbow.]

Back off ya, kiss-up. Truth or Dare?

[redhott]

Pfff, uhh... hmmm. Let's go back to truth.

[gearshifting]

[Richie hasn't tried to pull away from Kyle entirely. He doesn't quite want to. Shoulders brushing against each other, knees touching, it's nice. But not nice enough to keep him from thinking up good questions to throw at Kyle.]

Name...uh. Named one fun dream you've had that you never told anybody about.

[The raise of his eyebrow says exactly what kind of dream he's talking about but he can't say it straight out.]

[redhott]

Like dreaming about or daydreaming about?

[ because those are very different things. ]

[gearshifting]

[Kyle don't make him actually say the words. His ears are going to burn by the end of this.]

You know...the kind of dreams you have to do your own laundry for.

[The words run together a bit at the end, Richie saying them faster and quieter than he'd started.]

[redhott]

[ Kyle can't even imagine if Richie ever met his friend Spooky Jones. His boyfriend wouldn't be able to retain any blood in his body except for in his face. ]

Ohh a wet dream! [ Yeah Kyle says it louder than he needs to just to make Richie squirm a bit. ] Uhmm I dunno, I don't have very many ever. Uhhh.. Oh, there was one, but it didn't get far. I was camping with this guy. And he was really handsome, kinda older... We shared a sleeping bag together and made out a little.

[ Then he woke up and felt irrationally lonely afterwards. ]

Mine are never really interesting. They never get anywhere, you know?

[gearshifting]

[Squirm he does, and he knows Kyle is doing it on purpose, the ass. He puts another elbow into his boyfriend's side, just because and jabs back just a bit.]

Better that than a full production feature showing five nights a week.

[Did he just say that? Out loud?]

[redhott]

[ Oh god Kyle just choked on his own spit. ] ...... Uhhh, are you that backed up all the time? [ Shut up, Kyle! You are literally the most backed up teenager in existence. He pokes Richie right back before leaning in real close. ]

You know I can try fixing that problem for you.

[ Okay, so maybe they've never even gotten that far in their relationship to really suggest it seriously, but Kyle totally would help him! ]