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Multi-Sock and Open RP: The Gang's All Here! ... Minus One
((Backdated to the day before the annullments. This is the conclusion of this plot which you may or may not remember. I'm officially back now, yay!))
Nearly a full month after they'd left Hogwarts, the weary refugees (seven in all, counting the wolf and the wolf-boy) clambored up the road from Hogsmeade, exhausted but grateful to be back. How the rescue plane had finally found them, no one was quite sure -- whether Crowley's powers had finally done some good besides the free housing, or whether Fraser's signal fire had actually paid off, or if it was just a total coincidence -- but no one was exactly going to question. Some of them had actually enjoyed their little tropical paradise, but not a one of them wasn't happy to be rid of it.
After all, what was life without soap operas, fancy cigarettes, Jell-O, tea packets, curling, steak, donuts, and the Ritz? (And just go ahead and guess which of those belonged to whom.)
They were all looking toned and tanned after their long ordeal, with two notable exceptions: Crowley was as pale as ever and looked, in fact, entirely unchanged, while Francis was sporting both a shiner and a sunburn that made his pink face clash distressingly with his mop of red hair. The both of them were wearing black and were neatly-shaven; the other three were scruffy and unkempt. The dogs (well, dog, or rather half-wolf, and Robb) were shedding and panting with the heat as they loped along.
"Thank God," someone groaned as the castle loomed into sight, and everyone murmured their own version of agreement. Finally, after all this time, it seemed like it was finally over.
Little did they know that one more Tragedy was yet to strike.
The moment they passed through the gate there was a 'whoosh' and then a little pop!, and suddenly there were only six. An empty space had opened up next to Francis. At his feet sat a single kernel of popcorn, pale yellow and smelling faintly of butter. The group all stopped and stared in horror. There was a crowded pause.
"Oh, dear," Fraser murmured.
More silence.
"I, ah..." Mohinder folded his hands and closed his eyes. "He will be missed."
"Oh, for Heaven's sake, it's not as though he were dead," Francis snapped, rolling his eyes. "Come on. I want to take a shower. My fleas have fleas." The others looked at him expectantly. He took a step back. "What?"
Fraser, Cox, Mohinder and Jim all somehow exchanged a four-way look. "Do you want to...?" Jim asked uncertainly. "I mean, uh, you guys were kinda close." Despite the fact that Francis and Crowley had shacked up together almost immediately, they all knew this wasn't particularly true, but it still seemed like the appropriate question to ask. Francis gave Jim a long, sardonic look, then turned and headed up the hill for the main entrance. Jim let out a low whistle and shrugged. "Guess not." He picked Crowley up and held him out. "Anyone?"
"I'll take him," Fraser volunteered, like they all knew he would. Jim handed the ex-demon over, but Cox intercepted.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I gotta swing by the Popcorn Room on my way back to the Wing, anyway."
Mohinder blinked. "You're... going back to work? Right now?"
Cox snorted and grinned. "Well, other than catching up on La Lohan and the VMAs, there's not exactly a whole lot else to do in this dump. I'll see you fellas around." Tossing Crowley back and forth like a juggling ball, Cox hefted his bag over his shoulder and followed Francis up towards the castle. Or, rather, absolutely did not follow him, but just happened to walk in the same direction.
After a moment of hesitation, the others moved along after him. After all, what else were they going to do?
"Do you think we should have a-- a funeral of some sorts?" Fraser asked uncertainly. "I'm not sure of the protocol in this situation."
"I'm not sure either," Mohinder admitted, looking around. "But in the meantime, do you know what all these tents are for?"
"Huh," said Jim.
((Okay, so as you've probably figured out now, Crowley has sadly gone the way of the popcorn. But check his journal to see the first part of the island adventure! As for right now, all of my characters minus Geoffrey -- Dr. Cox, Francis, Fraser, Mohinder, Jim, and Robb (and Diefenbaker!) -- are currently around the front lawn/entrance area and are free for RP in this post. Have at them!))
Nearly a full month after they'd left Hogwarts, the weary refugees (seven in all, counting the wolf and the wolf-boy) clambored up the road from Hogsmeade, exhausted but grateful to be back. How the rescue plane had finally found them, no one was quite sure -- whether Crowley's powers had finally done some good besides the free housing, or whether Fraser's signal fire had actually paid off, or if it was just a total coincidence -- but no one was exactly going to question. Some of them had actually enjoyed their little tropical paradise, but not a one of them wasn't happy to be rid of it.
After all, what was life without soap operas, fancy cigarettes, Jell-O, tea packets, curling, steak, donuts, and the Ritz? (And just go ahead and guess which of those belonged to whom.)
They were all looking toned and tanned after their long ordeal, with two notable exceptions: Crowley was as pale as ever and looked, in fact, entirely unchanged, while Francis was sporting both a shiner and a sunburn that made his pink face clash distressingly with his mop of red hair. The both of them were wearing black and were neatly-shaven; the other three were scruffy and unkempt. The dogs (well, dog, or rather half-wolf, and Robb) were shedding and panting with the heat as they loped along.
"Thank God," someone groaned as the castle loomed into sight, and everyone murmured their own version of agreement. Finally, after all this time, it seemed like it was finally over.
Little did they know that one more Tragedy was yet to strike.
The moment they passed through the gate there was a 'whoosh' and then a little pop!, and suddenly there were only six. An empty space had opened up next to Francis. At his feet sat a single kernel of popcorn, pale yellow and smelling faintly of butter. The group all stopped and stared in horror. There was a crowded pause.
"Oh, dear," Fraser murmured.
More silence.
"I, ah..." Mohinder folded his hands and closed his eyes. "He will be missed."
"Oh, for Heaven's sake, it's not as though he were dead," Francis snapped, rolling his eyes. "Come on. I want to take a shower. My fleas have fleas." The others looked at him expectantly. He took a step back. "What?"
Fraser, Cox, Mohinder and Jim all somehow exchanged a four-way look. "Do you want to...?" Jim asked uncertainly. "I mean, uh, you guys were kinda close." Despite the fact that Francis and Crowley had shacked up together almost immediately, they all knew this wasn't particularly true, but it still seemed like the appropriate question to ask. Francis gave Jim a long, sardonic look, then turned and headed up the hill for the main entrance. Jim let out a low whistle and shrugged. "Guess not." He picked Crowley up and held him out. "Anyone?"
"I'll take him," Fraser volunteered, like they all knew he would. Jim handed the ex-demon over, but Cox intercepted.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I gotta swing by the Popcorn Room on my way back to the Wing, anyway."
Mohinder blinked. "You're... going back to work? Right now?"
Cox snorted and grinned. "Well, other than catching up on La Lohan and the VMAs, there's not exactly a whole lot else to do in this dump. I'll see you fellas around." Tossing Crowley back and forth like a juggling ball, Cox hefted his bag over his shoulder and followed Francis up towards the castle. Or, rather, absolutely did not follow him, but just happened to walk in the same direction.
After a moment of hesitation, the others moved along after him. After all, what else were they going to do?
"Do you think we should have a-- a funeral of some sorts?" Fraser asked uncertainly. "I'm not sure of the protocol in this situation."
"I'm not sure either," Mohinder admitted, looking around. "But in the meantime, do you know what all these tents are for?"
"Huh," said Jim.
((Okay, so as you've probably figured out now, Crowley has sadly gone the way of the popcorn. But check his journal to see the first part of the island adventure! As for right now, all of my characters minus Geoffrey -- Dr. Cox, Francis, Fraser, Mohinder, Jim, and Robb (and Diefenbaker!) -- are currently around the front lawn/entrance area and are free for RP in this post. Have at them!))
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"I'll try and do that, Fraser," says Ray, chuckling a little at his partner's very un-hip use of slang. This is good. The banter. Him being with it, and Fraser being...not so with it. For the first time in weeks, Ray's feeling slightly less weirded out by this entire Hogwarts experience. Maybe even a little bit optimistic that things will work out.
...because now there's a Canadian Mountie and a Deaf Wolf on his side. That can't be healthy.
And speaking of the Deaf Wolf, here he is! Grinning ear-to-ear, Ray leans down and scratches behind Dief's ears like there's no tomorrow. "Hey boy," he says, directly in Dief's line if sight, "Missed you, too. You want a sandwich, when we get to the tent? Maybe some pizza?"
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"Yes, exactly, Ray, just keep trying." Fraser nodded in satisfaction, giving his partner a quick clap on the shoulder and a smile. It was odd -- he was worried, yes, and he was extremely eager to jump back into work, but he also felt better than he had in ages. Like a weight had been lifted.
He wasn't consciously aware of it, but a part of him had been convinced that he was never going to see Ray again; that Ray would be staying in Chicago permanently, that he might even transfer away from the 27. Seeing Ray here, even a distressed and
marriedentangled Ray, was a great but very welcome surprise.Dief apparently felt the same way. He was going nuts, butting his head into Ray's hand and licking at his fingers, and at Ray's suggestion he only got more enthusiastic. Fraser sighed and stepped close, leaning in to murmur into Ray's ear, "If you don't mind, I'd rather you not give him any more junk food. He only just got into shape again and I'd rather not see him fall back into bad habits." Dief growled in annoyance. Fraser glanced down at him and shrugged. "Well, it's true. You haven't been this fit in years."
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...But, still. Nice to have him around. It was about freaking time.
"I gotcha," Rays says, holding his index and middle fingers up in a peace sign. "No junk food, scout's honor." Ray...doesn't actually know what hand signals the scouts are fond of. Peace sign's close enough. He turns to Dief with a subdued smile. "Sorry, buddy. We're gonna have to make it a veggie pizza. And no mayo on the sandwich."
Poor wolf. He was practicality being starved!
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Dief, who had fewer illusions on that front, shot Ray a knowing look and whuffed, pawing at his leg. They were going to talk about this later, right? And by talk, he meant eat junk food together. He knew the score.
Fraser eyed Dief skeptically, then looked up at Ray and smiled, caught a little off-guard by the grin on his face. It was hard to explain -- when Ray smiled like that, it was like... like... well, he didn't have an appropriate metaphor, but Ray's smile was very... infectious. With the full force of it turned on one it was almost impossible not to feel just a little bit better about the state of things and nearly as difficult not to smile back. Fraser didn't even try to fight it.
Besides, having his partner back was worth grinning like an idiot over.
"All right -- let's go have a look at your tent, shall we?" He nodded towards the encampment. "Lead the way."