LOG - July Catch-All/TDM Prompts (OPEN)

[conning]

Who: Neal and VARIOUS PEOPLE, POSSIBLY INCLUDING YOU?
When: Throughout July
Where: All around Gloucester
Summary: TDM prompts, as well as some other stuff, will get more specific as I write them.
Warnings: Nothing big at the moment tho lord knows that's bound to change. Scopophobia, paranoia, the issues mentioned in the TDM prompts.

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[conning]

“Bonnie, for one. I think she’d be a lot more sympathetic to the idea of helping Avatars. And there are other people who have connections to the supernatural already.”

Neal gets up to go back to the kitchen and get them both some cheap-but-palatable wine.

[abrightboy]

"I... don't think I've ever actually met Bonnie," Malcolm concedes. "Have you? Is she... " He searches for a word. "Friendly?"

[conning]

"Not directly, but we can change that." The seed had already been planted by Rae. It's just taking proper root now.

[abrightboy]

"Don't take chances," Malcolm implores him.

[conning]

The plea has more of an effect coming from Malcolm than it probably would from anyone else. “I won’t. We won’t. Nothing unjustifiable or unnecessary.”

[abrightboy]

When Neal returns to the couch with the wine, Malcolm snuggles right up against him before taking his.

“She would have known Jeff. I wonder if she knows what happened to him.”

[conning]

Neal's eyes go wide. "Macaroni."

[abrightboy]

"You think he left food in there?" Malcolm asks.

[conning]

"No." He gets up, starts for the door, then turns around again. "The cat, Abby's cat, the whole reason she moved to Bonnie's in the first place. I can't believe I forgot about him."

[abrightboy]

“Well… it’s a cat. At a boarding house. Wouldn’t someone feed it?” He scrambles off the couch after Neal. “Based on the condition of the place, it can probably feed itself.”

[conning]

He fixes Malcolm with a slightly frantic look. “You think? I’ve never had a pet, I don’t know how cats handle themselves.”

[abrightboy]

"Well, I think - out of all the pets - cats handle themselves the most well," Malcolm tells him.

[conning]

He sweeps one hand back through his loose curls, nodding. “That’s good. Still, I’d like to know for sure. I can’t believe I didn’t even think of him.”

[abrightboy]

"We can go look for him. I'll come with you," Malcolm tells him. "Was he staying with Jeff? I know which room he was in."