(closed) i need another hour of sleep

[sophielicious]

WHO: sophie, quentin, magik, scott, clive, kell-el
WHEN: ... august. for sure.
WHERE: corrine's cafe
WHAT: sophie is trying to connect some of her friends for mutual benefit.
NOTES\WARNINGS: if something comes up, it will be noted in the subject line.

(Look. Last mission? Complete disaster. Some got possessed, some got fucked up, some got kidnapped and experimented, some were left to their own devices, some were late arrivals. Reasons for this meeting include: extra layer of protection, as for some here are inexperienced, squishy, or both, and to keep a good eye on Sophie's dear OP friends, just in case some crazy shit happens again. Either way, everyone wins, right? Mission information through different networks, access to different powers on both sides, everyone wins.

And hopefully some of us fucking chill. Cough, Quentin, cough.

Corrine's Cafe is chill enough, although the fact she can't quite place the songs that are playing doesn't make her particularly happy, her eyebrows furrowing as she taps her finger on the table trying to figure out what damn Spice Girls-ish song is playing right now. Not like she knows all of them by heart or anything and this is not bothering her at all, her eyebrows are nearly pinched together because that's her neutral expression, absolutely.

At least she's distracted while they wait. Tap, tap, tap.)

Comments

[sophielicious]

(How are they so bad ag this??

At least the cheesecake arrives.)

Okay. Go ahead.

[kryptonix]

[ kell eyes it like it could explode in his face, before he grabs his fork to cut a little off the cake. like everything, even the cutlery is clasped too tightly as if he's not entirely familiar with all these motions.

but he manages. a little scoop and a bite. not much chewing. the taste settles in his mouth before he swallows. ]

It doesn't taste cheesy.

[sophielicious]

(Yeah, she was never like this. Not completely cut off from being a person, like he is, so she's going to move so she can sit next to him, her hand moving to grab a little piece slowly so he can see how she holds the fork.

Not pointing it out. Just, you know, helping.)

It's subtle. Pay attention to the aftertaste?

[kryptonix]

The what now.

[ what the heck is an aftertaste. isn't there just one taste. ]

[sophielicious]

(Gotta do everything in this goddamn clone house.)

Take a bite, close your eyes, swallow, and pay attention to the taste in your tongue.

[kryptonix]

[ uhm, okay. another bite then. ]

I . . . guess that's cheese?

[sophielicious]

Yeah? What else?

(Getting somewhere here.)

[kryptonix]

There's more?

[sophielicious]

Figure it out yourself. Tell me what you taste.

[kryptonix]

You want me to figure out tastes?

Really?

[sophielicious]

Thought it was obvious.

[kryptonix]

I don't know any of that stuff. You know that.

[sophielicious]

I sure know that.

Now you do know a little bit more, look at that.

[kryptonix]

[ his expression turns pensive. is this a trap? would this make him weaker? ]

Yeah . . . Guess so.

[sophielicious]

Pffft. It's not a trap. Have I ever done anything to hurt you, really?

(Though, if he was from her world, that thought would make her... Uncomfortable. He's not, so she's assuming this is how he deals with everyone.)

[kryptonix]

Not that kind of trap.

[ he doesn't think he's in danger or anything. he's just . . . worried. he can't afford to be . . . blunted. ]

I don't think you'd hurt me.

[sophielicious]

Want to go for a little walk before we come back for the talk?

(So he's a little less... Bombarded by information, she guesses.)

[kryptonix]

Sure?

[ kell glances at the cheesecake. he's losing something. he has to be careful. ]

[sophielicious]

(Excuse them, everyone, this is clone business.

Click, clack, out the door with big Superman-shaped clone.)

Spill.

[kryptonix]

[ he crosses his arms. ]

What am I being interrogated on?

[sophielicious]

Whatever is going through that thick skull of yours, my dear.

[kryptonix]

Nothing. It's just . . . is this really important? Taste?

[sophielicious]

(She's just going to loop their arms, solely so she can rest hers. Very nice.)

You tell me. Do you not think it is?

[kryptonix]

[ a raised eyebrow. ]

Why would I think it is?

[sophielicious]

(Why does she answer his questions with a question? To see what he says, of course.)

Then why do you think I had you try?