apocalypsehowcomm | (Open Log) You gotta know when to hold 'em

Who: George Milton, Nick Valentine, and anybody who shows up
When: April 22, starting around 6 PM until
Where: Apartment A-3
Summary: A night for playing cards, drinking beer or b.y.o.b. if harder, snacks and unwinding. Feel free to thread jack and jump all around, at least in my threads. This is just for some relaxed down time and catching up or introductions in a smaller, casual space.
Warnings: None expected. If your characters get to discussing anything triggery or get up to anything spicy, please CW in your individual threads.

Over the past week or so, hand printed signs drawn in sharpie on plain paper have shown up taped to walls around the apartment complex and on any easily accessible bulletin boards at ADI. A couple of them were also delivered to the flophouse with the request they be displayed somewhere the residents might see them.

They read:
Cards and Beer
Friday April 22 6 PM
Apartment A 3
George and Nick's place
You want more than beer
or chips and popcorn
bring your own.
Extra decks appreciated.

The night of, the door to A 3 is propped open. In addition to the dining table, a couple of card tables and cheap folding chairs are set up for games. Two bowls on the coffee table contain chips and popcorn respectively. There's a cooler on the floor in the kitchen filled with ice and cheap beer.

George or Nick will greet people as they come in and tell them to make themselves at home.

((OOC: Feel free to top level with your own character and make whatever prompts you like. George is generally easy-going, but if he catches anyone stealing, getting too hot and heavy in a bedroom, or otherwise being a general jerk about the apartment or the other guests, he will try to throw the offender out. If you want that kind of thread or want to succeed at something nefarious, let me know so we can work it out.))

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Oh, they locked me in the dungeon and tortured me for a couple days. So just a slap on the wrist, basically.

[This is obviously a very funny joke hahahahaha]

They have a d… oh. [He’s joking. The man is joking. Malcolm grins.] That’s good. Funny. Just believable enough. [From someone who has, essentially, been tortured in a dungeon.]

[Bless...]

'Course I'm joking, they call 'em torture chambers these days, not dungeons.

[Right, that's what makes it a joke. Clearly.]

[He's onto you now, you Rickroller.]

Well, that's because today's technology lets you torture a person on any floor of a building.

Huh. Is that what the shock collars they were handing out are for?

[He's deliberately misinterpreting Malcolm because he thinks it's fun.]

[He can play that game.]

Those weren't party favours?

[Oh, bless.]

I'd ask what sort of parties you've been attending, young man, but I'm not sure I want to know.

[Malcolm shrugs gamely.]

What’s a little electroshock between friends?

[Good question. What is a little electroshock between friends?]

I think they call that a fun Saturday night.

[Bold words from someone who's only had sex a handful of times and mostly found it boring.]

[Malcolm laughs softly.]

I only use it therapeutically.

[That startles a bark of laughter out of Crowley.]

Don't tell me someone's diagnosed you with hysteria. They'll start prescribing medicinal vibrators next.

Complex PTSD, and maybe they should; it’s about the only thing I haven’t tried.

[Crowley isn't used to people being so blunt about their mental health, but he rolls with the punches easily enough. Good on Malcom for owning it.]

I dunno, there's always the classic lobotomy. Nothing's ever gone wrong with one of those.

[Press X to doubt]

[Malcolm smirks.] Can't risk the brain meat. It's all I have going for me.

Is that what your boyfriend would say?

[What a menace.]

[Malcolm smiles down at the table, then glances sidelong over at where Neal is talking to George before looking at Crowley.]

Probably not. But I think it’s his favourite part.

[Crowley wrinkles his nose at this obvious display of Being In Love, but he's mostly just being playful.]

Ugh, I can see why Aziraphale likes you. He's a sucker for all that... cute nonsense.

Is… that also why he likes you?

[Turnabout is fair play.]

[It could fluster him, but Crowley chooses to laugh instead.]

Oh, please. I'm a right bastard and he knows it. If he's going about calling me cute, that's slander and I'll not have it.

He definitely did not use that word. With his mouth. His eyes, on the other hand... maybe a little.

[This is homophobia.]

That's just what his face is like, it's got all sorts of nonsense going on.

He's very kind. I was... scared of him at first. I don't know if he told you. He kind of looks like my dad, and I thought I was hallucinating. But his face is a lot kinder than my dad's.

He mentioned there was some — history there.

[He isn't sure how much Malcolm might have been comfortable with Aziraphale sharing, so he'll keep it vague.]

Kind of hard to mistake him for an arsehole, at least, once you spend more than two seconds talking to him.

[A bastard, yes, but not an arsehole.]

It took me slightly longer because I was throwing up at the time, but yeah. Most people who come across a person who’s relentless vomiting would back out of that men’s room in the hope that they haven’t been noticed. He asked if I needed help.

I'd certainly have left you to it. [On account of being an arsehole.] So I imagine it's for the best he was the one that ran into you there.

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