Thank you too, Kate. [ Raising his eyebrows with his thoughts, ] I don't like it either, and I don't know whether it's precaution or paranoia that's done me well since arriving.
[ He hopes the same—hopes he was right to trust Kate, to trust Kitty. The only two people who know so far, and Simon hopes no one else will find out about it. ]
Honestly, so far most of our villain types seem more ... proactive. [They wouldn't want to use him, but that's as far as she knows.] I'd rather not find out any differently.
Yeah, I just think that this is one of those things, you know? One can't ever be too sure.
[ He is trying again with sandwiches. ]
Besides, what if someone who isn't a villain just so happens to have the sorts of powers that activate things, and they're just trying things out when something happens? Accidentally?
Hello, uh, Kate. Drift's willing to help, so it's a matter of setting the date. I'll have to get him lots of ice cream, some cake too, but we should be a go. Let me know whenever's good for you.
[ooc: also, i saw your recent plurk about winter sucking, so let me know if you're up to logging/tagging/handwaving. whichever works for you!]
I would like to think that wouldn't happen. [Kate is clearly running the list of powers she does know in her head. She finishes that proces with a shake of her head.] I can't even think of how it'd happen.
[ The morning of the swear-in ceremony sees a small collection of packages sent through the post to arrive at their destinations the old-fashioned way, come the following early hours of February 14th (despite the upheaval the night before). When opened, inside there are six brownies (home-made!) vaguely in the shape of iced hearts, gathered in red crinkle-wrap.
[ The LETTER is delivered by hand to Kate's residence, bearing her name and sealed with a very unobtrusive black skull seal that dissolves into shadow once broken, leaving no trace of it on the envelope... ]
the package isn't labelled. it's in fact a very plain looking brown parcel, no more than 20lbs. 20lbs of what sounds like, if you shake it like it's a popular holiday gift, little pieces of legos. when kate opens the package, there's a neat note on it. the note is rude though because it's just this:
- blue = water - red = pym-particles (use wisely) - green = ropes - yellow = foam - black = black-hole
and the lego pieces are actually a mixture of styrofoam and arrow heads, each with a thin, coloured ring around the body of it. there's probably around 10 each.
[He's been in bed watching bad TV for most of a couple of days, though Kate may have noticed he went out on Saturday night for a few hours, came back, and made a face, then watched reruns of whatever was marathoning on the Heropa equivalent of USA.
But now he's finally emerged, bowl of cereal in hand, and he finds Kate. His hair is a mess - he probably should get it cut soon - sticking up in every direction, and he sits next to her, sighs.]
[Kate noticed all right, but she's slightly hopped up on pain killers thanks to a broken arm that she's been in and out of a haze. Right now, she's a little less into her haze, so she's been trying to read all of the reports about the various Hornet things that went down.
When Billy joins her, she looks up from her communicator to study him. There are a lot of reasons why he could be boned.
[ you know what you do when a friend is hurt? you bring a casserole, as is dictated by mortal tradition. it's funny somewhere between irony and all seriousness. ]
I brought dinner.
[ he sets the baking tray on the counter with a look of satisfaction. ]
Loki said he brought you a casserole. [ WHICH IS SWEET but, yeah. ] Do you need anything specific fetching while you're on meds? You can give me a list.
[ Planning on bringing over a wealth of snacks and painkillers of her own anyway, it's only that she's eager to be of some use. Whatever the guys can't buy, Verity will. ]
[Just for dramatic effect, Kate drops her phone and raises her hand to her face. She knows exactly who he's referring to, and it's only out of "I love you unconditionally Billy Kaplan" that she doesn't say anything like "I told you so."
But it's there just the same.]
You haven't actually acted on these ... feelings, right?
Aw, it's like you know I can't cook with two hands, much less one. [Kate peels herself off the couch to go trot into the kitchen to have a good look at the casserole.
Now she's doing the math. Can she scoop and set it on a plate with one hand?
Company and a list of things I can do for six weeks with one hand while in a cast?
[There's a beat.]
And skip the masturbation jokes. [Because someone is bound to get there. And it's going to be annoying enough that she can't draw a bow for over a month.]
It's like I know you don't usually cook at all. [ he says easily in response, watching her spoon out the nearest corner. should he let her display her independence while this hilariously terrible scene unfolds? nah, he goes to lift the plate just slightly. ]
Thusly, pizza is replaced by pizza casserole. There are others on the agenda. I hope you like enchiladas.
[That's new information. It's not surprising information, but it's certainly new.]
That's good advice. [It's also advice that keeps Billy from cheating on his boyfriend/fiancé.]
You should probably take some time off from seeing Mandrake. [Her words are soft and understanding, but there's still something commanding about them.]
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