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

[video] I was hoping you'd show up

[onteamdyson]

... Style? That's style? Betch, please. Call me back when you have badass MITTENS! [Mitten wave!]

Pretty sure that is not the definition of a snow blower, but you can try shoving your junk in one if you want. See what happens. I'll wait.

[gloryisbullshit]

Yeah, but whattaya do when you want fingers? Nasty.

I'll save my junk for more fine-tuned machinery, thanks. What are you doing?

[onteamdyson]

[Mitten wave digivolve to ... FINGERLESS GLOVE WAVE! You're damn right she found those mittens with the tops that come off and stick with velcro.]

I'm talking to you, obvi. Also sitting. I'm doing some sitting. Pro-sitting with a side of talking. Get over here with your angelbutt and make snow angels with me!

[gloryisbullshit]

Angelbutt?

[onteamdyson]

[She shrugs] It worked at the bar. Guess it stuck. Accurate description, you coming or not? Unless your poor California complexion can't take the cold...

[gloryisbullshit]

Ha! Well! My complexion complain, but my fantastic ass do not quit. On my way, okay? Aren't Canadians supposed to be nice or something?

[But look: give him a big and he's there, sloppy layers and all, grinning.] Hi, hi!

[onteamdyson]

MYTH!

[Nice Canadians. Pah. He looks so dorky, it's kind of the most adorable thing, she has to get off the bench to give him a one-armed hug just for showing up.]

Guess we don't have to worry about losing you in case of a blizzard. It's like you were created in a highlighter factory explosion.

[gloryisbullshit]

It’s not my best work, I’ll say honest. [He doesn’t seem too torn up about it though. Excuse him if he kind of tucks his hand under her jacket, but his fingers are cold, man! Stylish as he may be, this isn’t a practical style. For a second, he rests his chin on her shoulder peeking around behind her back at the snow.] Fuckin...if is blizzards, I’mma scream. Not a joke. Fuckin scream. I’m all froze up, son, look.

[onteamdyson]

[She's okay with this, despite the cold. He ... really is kind of freezing. The other arm goes around his back and she holds tight even if it hurts a little.]

Bet my mittens aren't looking so nasty now, huh? Dude, you need a warmer coat for one. Also moving works. Movement. Walking. You're not genetically programmed for tundra.

[gloryisbullshit]

[Oop, hey--he shrinks back a little when she puts her arm around him, unwinds it from his back with a mildly concerned “careful”.] It’s not me, it’s the fucking tundra. Humans not genetically programmed, not just me. Mama, you wanna go inside. You like this shit?

[onteamdyson]

[That's got her smiling even more.] Jeeze, Party, I'm not gonna smash into pieces. It's fine. And yeah, I like it! Considering I thought we'd all be brutally murdered before I ever saw snow again!

[She smirks and steps back, looking up at the sky to try and catch a snowflake on her tongue. Success! Life is good.] Where inside do you wanna go?

[gloryisbullshit]

[Don't look, he's not trying to copy her. Or anyway, he can't because who can catch a fucking snowflake, you can't even aim, this is bullshit.] Ah--where's, uh--oh! [Like a lightbulb over his head.] How far's your place? You seen mine, fair's fair!

[onteamdyson]

What-- barely saw yours. Saw your ceiling! [Well that sounded-- okay then. Ahem. Just gonna wipe at her nose with the mitten and point a thumb in the general direction of behind her.]

The huge house before the lighthouse. Maybe like... fifteen minutes, ten if we go fast. You really wanna see it? If Galen's home, you can't mess with him! Promise me. Cross your damn heart.

[gloryisbullshit]

Jesus! [Look, crosses his heart.] I didn't even mess with him, I gave him back his stupid eyewash!

[onteamdyson]

[There are so many things that count as messing with him, but it's cold and she doesn't have time for lists!] Hmmmmmmmmmmmmokay. Let's go, angelbutt.

[She reaches out for his hand because hers is soft and warm and knitted and he's just wearing a hoodie and a jacket. Genius. Doesn't take too long to get out of the graveyard and in view of the biggest house in town.]

[gloryisbullshit]

When did he end up here anyway? [Party mutters once they're in sight of the house. Jesus. Big house. He holds her hand happily, but--fidgeting. Forgive him, he doesn't do a lot of hand-holding, but he does do a lot of fidgeting.] What a fuckin sadsack he is, like--wool but wet. Nasty. You friends? Whatever, you like everybody.

[onteamdyson]

After you and KK jumped him! Gets kinda lonely in a place this big and he needs someone to look out for him. Big time. Didn't I tell you I'd keep an eye on him for you? There you go. [Snickersnicker.] Yeah, we're friends. I don't like everybody. I don't like Sharon! I don't like... Lindsay Lohan.

[Benefits of living with government agents, you don't have to lock your door. Kenzi opens it and tugs Party along behind her. Ooooh warm.]

[gloryisbullshit]

You like everybody. I bet you even keep the light on for Sharon. [Ooh, warm. He actually didn't break into this house when he went on his spree, so Party's steps slow as he gets a good look over the place. Not locked, huh?] Who all lives here anyway?

[onteamdyson]

I do not! I didn't like you at first. [Yes she did. Whatever, Party. She just likes people right away until they give her a reason not to. It's different!] Me, Phil, Hawkeye, and Galen now, too, I guess. There's still like... three empty rooms leftover.

[She ditches her snow-gear by the door, taking some extra time with the coat, and bounces over to the couch so she can grab the fuzzy throw blanket off the back and toss it at Party.] This is for you, California. You're looking a little blue.

[gloryisbullshit]

[He takes off his jacket at least, and the nasty scarf, but the hoodie lets him feel safe, so he keeps it on. What the fuck is a fuzzy blanket.] Oh my god, what-- [He rolls it over in his hands, presses it to his face.] Oh my god.

[onteamdyson]

...

[What. Is. Happening.] ... Do you two want to be alone or something?

[gloryisbullshit]

[Shakes it. Kind of rubs it against itself.] How...how? It's like a rabbit. I think. [Trying to remember the last time he touched a rabbit.] How do they make it? How is it clean?

[onteamdyson]

Wh-- Dude, I dunno! I'm not a blanket artisan. It's synthetic! Jeeze. Probably got it from evil-scientist wal-mart or something for thirty bucks--[WAIT! Wait. Wait a fucking second.] You like it, huh? It's yours for two hundred points!

[gloryisbullshit]

[Oh, hey, that gets a look up and--silence.]




I'm not taking your blanket, K. [But he's THINKING about it!]

[onteamdyson]

Why not!? It just kinda stays on the couch, it's no big. 180 points. I've got a bigger one in my room. [Come on. Points. She needs them! Poooints. She also needs to flop back onto the couch and pulls her legs up so she can sit on her feet. Cold toes!]