firstofitskind | MHA #6, Sunday Evening

MHA #6, Sunday Evening

The last two days in the Kincaid-Price household had been, uh, interesting. First and most obviously, there was the appearance of some animal but not actually animal visitors. There had been Kestrel, of course, and then there'd been who had shown up claiming to belong to Verity:

"Jack."

"Your name is Jack."

"Yup"

"Jack the jackalope?"

"Yup."

The talking part of which wasn't even as startling as it might be for most. And that was because of the mice. Which led to the other really interesting thing: once they'd figured out that these animals- daemons- were in fact extensions of human souls, two schools of thought had immediately formed: those that believed the new arrivals needed to have names bestowed upon them so they could be properly worked into the canon, and those who believed that, as part of their gods, they were already covered, namewise.

That the daemons would likely disappear either tomorrow or in a few days, as is typical with Fandom, Did Not Matter, as it had been pointed out that They Have Always Been There, You Just Did Not Know It. Therefore, they would continue to exist once they've disappeared.

"For does NOT the Pilgrim Priestess search high and low for he God of Empty Rooms and Cold Regrets with no sign of him nor proof he still lives? Is not our entire life based around the faith of That Which We Feel But Can Not See?" remarked one of the acolytes early on in the discussion.

So that was the background noise as Liam (and Kestrel, who wasn't really much help per se but had Opinions) was in the kitchen, preparing some Ginataang Talong with some Deep Fried Cauliflower on the side. The eggplant had finished simmering and now it was just a matter of waiting for the deep fryer to finish as they waited for their guests.

[ooc: for thems that live here or are coming for dinner!]

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"Like you'd catch me dead using standard issue," Verity snorted.

She did not seem particularly serious in her desire to be a deputy.

"Dunno," Liam said, smirking. "You seemed pretty happy with the gun I got you a couple years ago."

That was different. It was standard-issue in his world, sure, but Verity was still the only one from her reality with an energy weapon.

The fact that Danny had to exchange a look with a cat over the romantic gift of firearms certainly was A Thing.

"Well, I'm sure the rampant crime wave here will wait for you."

"I think the woodchucks might be planning something," Steve said, sipping from his wine glass.

"Okay, but are woodchucks really the shiftiest critters on this island?" Verity mused.

Liam was still getting an adoring smile for the gun.

"Well, there's the raccoons and their extremely poor understanding of how extortion is supposed to work?" Liam offered.

"Occasional fox," Danny added, making sure to finish his wine for this conversation.

Steve poured Danny some more without really thinking about it. "In our defense, that was a strange place for a popcorn machine."

You know, on a sidewalk. Hurting no one.

"...I am missing the link between those two statements."

Verity also needed wine because she was actively looking for said link.

“You were a squirrel at the time,” Liam told her. “That was the week with all the anthropomorphic animals. These two somehow managed to get into a high speed rickshaw chase, and it turns out when you crash into a popcorn machine it makes a pretty big explosion.”

It was all the oil.

"He also managed to explode a Yugo since we've been here," Danny added, pleasantly surprised by his refreshed glass. "And a meth lab."

Okay, that last one had been the meth lab's fault. Mostly.

"Meth labs are pretty much made to explode," Steve said with a shrug, "and so are Yugos."

Verity had to point to Steve. "He's not wrong," she said, in the tones of someone who had experience with both.

“Thankfully, neither is really a problem on the island,” Liam said. If Danny and Steve wanted to go meddle in stuff on the mainland, well... okay, probably, technically speaking he should say something about going through the proper channels, but like he had any real idea what doing that was like.

"Popcorn maker."

"Well, it's not going to explode again," Steve said. "Probably."

"That's a really good way to get things to explode around here," Verity noted wryly. "By betting it won't."

The island loved dramatic irony.

"Also if there's a meth lab in the popcorn machine I will concede that it probably deserves to be exploded again," Liam added.

"I think we'll have bigger problems on our hands if that happens," damny replied dryly.

This wasn't rural Missouri. Mobile meth labs shouldn't be a thing here.

"What animal would be small enough to turn the popcorn machine into a meth lab?" Steve wondered, finishing his wine.

"Have you met the squirrels?" Verity asked.

Look, this summer had been an eye-opening adventure.

"I don't think I've ever been so trashed."

"I don't think our kitchen has ever been so trashed," Liam countered, his tone dry.

"Try to avoid them, honestly," Danny admitted with a concerned look.

"They make flags," Jo chimed in, pausing her need to groom Kailani within an inch of her life. "It's weird."

"Very glittery," Kailani added lazily. "They're very enthusiastic about something."

Oh look. Verity's wine needed more drinking right at that moment.

...She may have helped make a few flags over the summer. She'd introduced the concept of sequins.

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