HEROPA 005 MINGLE

[musclemothers]

WHO: Residents of HEROPA 005 & whoever is likely to come visiting!
WHERE: Heropa 005
WHEN: Alllllll month long.
WHAT: These losers that have never ICly met each other are overdue for a little visit.
WARNINGS: Constantine smokes, Reggie's a shit, Rusty comes with content warnings for bad language, and mentions of questionable subject matter.

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OTA!!

[musclemothers]

[ 1 ; morning/coffee ]

[ Now that Rusty's making his own hours, there's no way in hell he's going to wake up early. His roommates - or any guests - may find themselves confronted with him still in his robe at 11 AM, sitting at the kitchen table and reading the paper. It's a normal enough sight, save for the coffeemaker, which happens to be Helper's chest cavity. ]

[ 2 ; afternoon/music ]

[ Or, perhaps, you're here in the afternoon, watching as Rusty stands before a recently put together record player, which is truly archaic here, but Rusty's an archaic kind of guy. He moves with a calm sort of ritual, clearly delighting in the old, familiar movements of taking the record jacket, blowing imaginary dust off of it, slipping it out and carefully placing it in the player. He hums tunelessly underneath his breath as he lifts the needle, and...

The loud, obnoxious tones of slightly more complicated big band blares from out of it, and Rusty wrenches the needle right off of it with an annoyed cry of,] Oh, for the love of...

Is there no good music here? I've got half a mind to go give that clerk a piece of my mind. [He tosses the record aside.] What a piece of crap.

[ 3 ; night/alcohol ]

[ Or you find him in the evening, right back in the kitchen where he started off, although this time, he's sitting there with a middling bottle of scotch. It's no 24 year, but it's not awful either. If it was, he'd be drinking from the bottle instead of sitting there with a scotch glass and a single cube of ice. He's been drinking for a little while now, feet up on the chair across from him and idly watching the small television set perched on the counter as the newscaster babbles on about this or that.

If you happen to be nearby and, oh... older than about sixteen years old, you may find Rusty tilting the bottle your way without quite looking at you, eyes still on the news as he says,] Want some?

night

[abandon_hope]

[ Nico is that one roommate who technically lives here but rarely (if ever) crosses paths with the other people living here. That's because a) he's usually awake at night and b) he camps out in a mausoleum most of the time. But he is half human in the end, and sometimes that means he wants to sleep in a real bed.

Or steal the last of somebody's leftovers. He's padding out of the kitchen with a half eaten box of pad thai. Looks down at this old guy drinking in their living room. He's fifteen, so presumably he's not being offered anything, but ... ]

Do you live here?

[ One could ask the same of Nico, really. ]

[heckblazer]

[ Given the odd hours that everyone in the house kept, John hadn't spent much face to face time with his flatmates. Which was hardly any skin off his nose, he figured they'd just slow him down.

Although, the nerdy bloke with the head did have decent taste in booze.

Vegetating at the kitchen table, John had given himself the night off from demons and troublemaking, and busied himself with sitting on his arse and gaping at whatever flashed across the tube.

He reached across the tabletop and plucked up the bottle, helping himself to a swig without breaking his gaze from the screen.

It's not until that Small, Dark and Scrappy shows up that John's attention is drawn away. He looks at the boy incredulously: ]


Wot, you do?

[ Nico gets one fresh Constantine-original hard stare as he pulls again from the bottle. ]

[musclemothers]

[He squints. At them both, really. He doesn't bat an eye when Constantine grabs his bottle - he's doing well financially now, and he has nobody to spend the cash on but himself; he can spare a little liquor - but grabs it away from him shortly afterwards to refill his own glass.]

They really ought to have some sort of notice or something when somebody new moves in. I mean, the way it is now, any stranger off the street could wander in and pretend to be assigned this place.

[He doesn't look too alarmed, though - mostly because he doesn't feel all too intimidated by these two. Not for now, anyway.]

Which is to say, yes, I live here. Do you? [He glances over at John, then says, idly,] There's an extra glass in the cupboard.