Kenzi [005] Video

[onteamdyson]

[Oh hey, it's Kenzi! She appears to be sitting on a bench... outside... with the sun setting and snow falling softly. Is she crazy?! At least she's bundled up and in layers, even if her bunny hat looks really stupid. There's some statue or something behind her, looks like a lady. She's definitely sitting in the cemetery, just chillin']

Hey biatches! So... not that I'm being totally nostalgic or homesick or anything, because that shit is for pussies, but-- [She winces, adjusting her position so she's supporting her right arm with her left. It tilts the video a bit.]

Which of you crazy freaks has never seen snow before? Anyone? Just remember that in a pinch, socks CAN be used as mittens. I'm willing to field any basic questions about this poor, misguided imitation of Canadian weather.



((ooc: She's literally just sitting around in the cemetery thinking about dark junk. Feel free to go up and bug her.))

Comments

[onteamdyson]

Nothing! Nothing, it's fine!

[Soooo fine. The pain subsides to its usual dull ache in no time. She rocks back and forth a little until she can sit up again, forcing a smile. It's getting worse. Her arm is definitely getting worse and she knows it. Really, that's why she came here in the first place.

Just gonna... scoot over where he moved away. She's not scared or anything!]

Just something from back home. Don't worry about it, dude.

[gleans]

[ This? This is the face of someone who is not convinced. Galen eyes her warily. ] Kenzi, I barely touched you and you look like your arm just fell off. Seriously, what is it?

[onteamdyson]

... Can't show you here. [She mumbles, not meeting his gaze. Bruce knows. Party knows. There is no way in hell she can ever tell Phil, but if something happens there should be at least one person nearby that knows what the hell is going on. Galen's usually nearby.

Slowly, she raises her head and finally looks at him.

You promise you won't freak out?

[gleans]

[ He looks a liiiiittle wary, but nods, glancing at her arm. ]

I'm in some alternate dimension research town with two Lokis and a fucking clone. [ A little smile. ] I think I can take it.

[onteamdyson]

Ha. You think? [She smiles, but she's not so sure. Okay. Standing up, still holding her arm, she nods towards the church.]

Let's go, Squishy. This is gonna blow your mind.

[gleans]

Don't hold out on me. [ Still wary, but he gets up and follows her to the church. ]

[onteamdyson]

[When they get inside, she ditches the mittens in a nearby pew along with the scarf and then she carefully unzips her jacket and pulls it off very slowly. The hat can stay! She loves this hat.] Now for the fun part.

DO NOT freak out. I mean it. Also, don't touch it. Not because pain, but yes pain, but because possible contagion or something. I don't know. I seriously... don't know what's happening, Galen. I have an idea, but ... that's it.

[There's a reason she's been wearing long-sleeved everything since she got here. She has to sit down on the edge of the pew as she peels her sleeve away pulls it up to reveal her arm. It's a painful-looking red, almost like an infection or a burn, and the purple, scab-like marks on top are getting bigger. She doesn't pull it up all the way, but it's started to go past her elbow.]

[gleans]

[ Galen watches, feeling both curious and apprehensive, and reaches over to flick one of the bunny ears just to lighten things a little. Then he's back to watching her arm, and watching her, until she finally gets her sleeve up -- holy shit. ]

Jesus fucking -- what the fuck? [ He has to stop himself from touching. Auuugh. ] Oh my god, what the hell did this to you?

[onteamdyson]

Magic mystery potion from a crazy old tree lady. [She squints at him, wow that sounded weird.] Long story. Can't say too much, there's secrets here and a lot of them aren't mine. Basically, something creepy fell on me and now this is happening.

[gleans]

... Uh. God. Does this have to do with your illegit private eye thing? Arm-killing fucking potions? Cuz I can see why you didn't tell me.

[onteamdyson]

Kind... of? Yeah, actually. Bruce doesn't know how to fix it because it's magical. I don't know what's going to happen. I told Party for some reason, so just Bruce and him and you know now. If anything does happen--

[She pulls her sleeve back down, watching him expectantly.] You got my back?

[gleans]

[ Bruce - he doesn't know Bruce - and Party. Suddenly he's really glad she told him. ]

I -- yeah, sure, of course. [ He pauses. ] But, like... what kind of 'anything' is possible, here?

[onteamdyson]

Gonna have to go with dangerous anything. Possibly explodey anything. More than likely...

[Her gaze drifts back the way they came.] How about we don't worry about it yet, huh? I'll keep you updated. We'll figure something. Help me put my coat back on?

[gleans]

Shit. [ He chews at his lip for a second, taking that in, then -- okay, bad vibe time is over, time to stop freaking. Kenzi's close almost all the time, it'll be fine. Not that he knows what the hell he'd do if anything happened. ]

Okay, c'mere. I'll be careful. [ Grabby hand for coat as she puts her sleeve back down. ]

[onteamdyson]

[Through the power of TEAMWORK, the coat is back on. Careful indeed. Then come the awesome accessories. She's bundled up and ready for the cold again. Looping her good arm through Galen's, she leads them back out so they can take a walk.]

Are you sure you're famous? You're too nice to be famous.

[gleans]

[ He sticks the hand of his looped arm in his pocket and laughs a little as they head back out into the disappearing sunlight. ]

I guess being in a band with people you went to school with keeps you pretty grounded. And what can I say, Nathan Howard don't raise no assholes.

[onteamdyson]

Your dad's name is Nathan? [Ooooh facts about Galen. Information to absorb. She smirks. Info is power... but she's also genuinely curious.] And your bandmates?

[gleans]

Yup. And my band... [ He kicks at some snow as they walk. ]

Brad's been my best friend since high school, he's lead guitar and my second set of pipes. I mentioned Daphne, we dated, she's bass, and pretty kickass on drums, too. Terri's a total badass and our, hah -- makeup queen, she's on drums. And I play guitar sometimes. So. There's some TCC for you.

[onteamdyson]

They sound really-- [Normal. Nice, normal people. Normal rockstar people who don't have to lie about everything and not even mention the rest and who probably don't have an arm that's about to fall of.] --awesome.

[And he probably misses them! Nice job, idiot. She clings a bit tighter.] Sooooo. We're totally walking in a graveyard. If the stereotype police pop up and try to put us in a box, I'll gouge out their eyes and you punch them in the junk. Deal?

[gleans]

[ He grins and bumps her shoulder lightly -- then laughs. ] Deal. I don't give a fuck what anyone says, man, cemeteries are a great place to relax and think -- and my hair is naturally this dark, c'mon. [ Snerk. ] There was this one I used to visit a lot, when I was younger -- it was nice.

[onteamdyson]

Yeah? [What the hell, Galen? How do you keep getting more amazing? Her face just kind of lights up. Yeah. He gets her. She's really freakin' glad that he's here.] I had one of those, too. Sometimes you just need a place to think.

[gleans]

See? Exactly. [ He smiles back, happy to have found a kindred spirit. ] I like reading the headstones and wondering what kind of people they used to be. Which -- like, for years, sounded so fuckin' weird, but I grew up with that stuff.

[onteamdyson]

What stuff? Dead stuff? Were you born in a taxidermy shop?

[Huh. That's actually a pretty cool idea. She stops in front of an older-looking headstone, gently brushing some snow off the top.]

How much you wanna bet Ida Straum was a teacher?

[gleans]

Either a hardass PE teacher or a hardass librarian. [ An amused little noise. ] And uh -- no, my dad's a mortician. I helped out around the home when I was a teenager, so I heard a lot of stuff.

[onteamdyson]

Severe bun, whistle, hideous old-timey gym shorts. I can see it. Nice call.

[WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA-] DUDE! That is so COOL! No wonder you're this awesome. How freaky even ARE you? This rocks. Your dead-peeps experience is way more legit and probably less horrifying than mine.