11/24 Issue: The Right Kind of Help

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11/24 Issue: The Right Kind of Help

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Timelined for a couple of days after [Issue]Presidential Blues.


<Chris> Chris sat in one of his patio chairs smoking a joint wrapped in a peanut butter flavored wrap. He was staring at the Death Star letting everything he'd talked to Monet about sink in. He was hemorrhaging thoughts bad enough that any psychic could pick it up and that had been the straw that broke the camel's back. He needed to get some help.

<Carol> Carol was in an unusually good mood. The building was finally free of BAMFs and they had some big industrial fans going to clear out the smell while the crews worked on the mess in the basement they'd left behind. One step closer to being actually able to move in! On her way back to the Shaws' house she decided to swing by Greer and Chris to let them know how things were going.

<Carol> Though she was hoping it was just Chris because Greer would definitely complain about the smell. A lot. She circled the neighbourhood and spied Chris in the yard. Slowing down, she landed lightly on the lawn, "Knock knock..."

<Chris> Chris gave her a little wave. His thoughts still causing a catastrophe in his head. "Hey Carol." He took a deep drag on the joint, if he kept that up he would have to roll another one soon.

<Carol> She walked over to him, sitting down in another of the chairs, "Good news! We finally got rid of the last klepto demon."

<Chris> "That's awesome." Chris said almost absent mindedly. "Death Star might not be done." He took another drag and then offered it to Carol.

<Carol> She cocked her head on one side, looking at the Death Star as she pushed his hand back toward him, "You want to add an actual death laser to it? Because that's very super-villain-y of you...."

<Chris> "Yeah, then I'm going to take it to orbit and make your boss super jealous." He let out a sigh. "Nah Bobby and Jamie gave me some ideas to put tech in it."

<Carol> She shifted her gaze from the structure to Chris, "You remember this is for the kids, right?"

<Chris> "Could still put in like little games and stuff for them." He shrugged. "Or like making sounds and stuff."

<Carol> She laughed, "Well, good luck getting that past Greer."

<Chris> "It'll make asking her about the AT-AT easier." He shrugged.

<Carol> She looked at him for a moment then laughed harder, "Going full Empire, huh?"

<Chris> "I mean the Rebels barely had anything cool. Gotta figure out an X-Wing."

<Carol> "They had the Falcon and sassy droids. They had cool stuff," she gave him a small shove.

<Chris> "The Falcon would be a decent fort." Chris took the shove and righted himself before taking another drag.

<Carol> "Nah the Falcon needs some wheels so they can assault the Death Star... Maybe with some X-Wing backup."

<Chris> "Now you're getting out of my depth. I might be a car guy but I don't build them."

<Carol> "So don't... just build a shell to put on one. It's easy... or just box car it and they can use foot power."

<Chris> Chris laughed a little at that. "Alright you got me there. Good idea."

<Carol> "I'll totally help you build that if you want. As long as I'm not busy super-heroing. I think we'll be able to move into the building by the end of the week..."

<Chris> "Sounds like a plan. You sure it's going to be clean by then?"

<Carol> "Yeah, a lot of it is already nearly there and they're working around the clock now that the BAMFs are gone. The basement is kind of a mess but they have longer to work on that so whatever."

<Chris> "That's good. I'm sure they made a pretty big mess there."

<Carol> "Oh yeah. They destroyed it," she laughed a little, "It's fine though. They'll get it done... and then I can finally move out of the Shaws' house and feel like a grownup again."

<Chris> "Eh, being a grownup sucks. Gotta be responsible, actually deal with bullshit." Chris took another drag. "Speaking of..."

<Carol> She cocked her head on one side, raising an eyebrow, "Speaking of...?" she echoed.

<Chris> "Ready to feed me my own words?" Chris sighed and ran his free hand through his hair. "I need some help... Apparently my brain's broken... It's hemorrhaging shit from Alaska."

<Carol> "Chris... that doesn't mean anything's broken... it just means it's on your mind a lot..." she frowned slightly, "Are you okay?"

<Chris> "No..." It was harder to admit than hide it away. "Ran into a old student from the school and she saw some of the shit I did. Then Monet confirmed it's leaking out like a sieve." Chris took a long drag and let it out slowly. "All the crap that happened. It's all still there, all the time."

<Carol> "Have you ever talked to anyone about it?" She reached to rest a hand on his leg in what she hoped was a comforting gesture.

<Chris> "What do you think?" He leaned his head back and stared at the sky.

<Carol> "Then find someone you can talk to about it... It doesn't have to be a therapist as long as it helps... I'm not gonna suggest you talk to me because you know I'm a mess... but if you think it'd help I'll listen."

<Chris> "No, I think I need professional help for this. I actually told Monet I'd ask you if you guys had a decent therapist for this kind of stuff."

<Carol> "You guys as in SHIELD? They have a bunch of therapists.... but I couldn't tell you if they're any good." She chewed her lip, "I do know a mutant specialist therapist though... so do you..."

<Chris> "Oh? Who's that?" Chris let the joint burn down a little bit.

<Carol> "Jess..." Carol told him, "She's a therapist now... I'm sure she'd do her best to help... if you were okay talking to her, that is... or maybe she'd know someone else if you wanted to change..."

<Chris> "Well I'm sure Shaw's already heard from Monet that I'm going crazy and gotten a kick out of it." He sighed before flicking the ash and taking another draw.

<Carol> Carol shook her head, "I doubt it... on both counts. Do you want me to get her to call you?"

<Chris> "Yeah, if you think she'll be able to help. It's worth a shot."

<Carol> "Then I'll do that. It's the least I can do after you've put up with me for so long," she leaned over to pull him into a hug.

<Chris> Chris hugged her back carefully. "And here I expected you to make me eat my words."

<Carol> "You took all the fun out of it," she gave him a squeeze, "It's fine, as long as you get the help you need."

<Chris> "Yeah." He hugged her back. "I'm good at killing the fun huh?"

<Carol> She shook her head, "No way. You're the king of fun. Greer is the thief of joy. There can't be two in the same house. The universe doesn't allow it."

<Chris> "Hey now, that is my sorta wife." He poked Carol. "And she's plenty of fun. Trust me."

<Carol> "You're biased. She sleeps with you." Carol pointed out, prodding him back.

<Chris> "And she does it so well." He smirked a little.

<Carol> "Ewwwww...." she wrinkled her nose and released him from the hug, shoving him away playfully.

<Chris> "Pfft. I could make it worse and you know it. I learned from the best."

<Carol> "Guess I'll have to make sure I'm far enough away that I can't hear you," she teased, "I should shower anyway... BAMF stench..."

<Chris> "Yeah I wasn't going to say anything. Plus I can barely smell anything past the pot. I'm going to have to run these through the laundry like fifty times."

<Carol> "Have you considered smoking naked?" She suggested, stretching a little before she got up from her seat.

<Chris> "I think the neighbors would be against that." He laughed a little. "Plus apparently I have to worry about the skies too."

<Carol> "Well I've seen you naked a bunch of times and your neighbours can suck it because you can do what you want on your own property."

<Chris> "I think the police will have a different thought on that. The whole other people can see me naked too."

<Carol> "They don't have to look," she pointed out, "Check out the laws." She leaned to give him another hug, "Something to do while you wait for Jess to call you."

<Chris> "I think I'll be good. I'd rather have to do more laundry than usual, than deal with law bullshit." He shrugged.

<Carol> "Well okay, enjoy laundry time." She pressed a kiss to his cheek, "I'll let you know when I'm moving up to the asylum full time."

<Chris> "Deal." Chris gave her a smile. "Don't let the stinky demons, mess it up again."
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