[chasma] pc catchall : nero.

[powerplay]

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[perfectdistance]

[You'd never catch Nero dead in a Chili's (somebody kill him in a cafe please).]

Lock your doors. [Reflexively.]

No. Why would I lock us in? This ain't even mine.

[powerplay]

I shall think about it. [ Lock your goddamn doors Power. But she just hovers around and grabs the door, pulling at it. Jimmying the lock. She might break it at this rate. ]

It's only us in here, who else would lock the door! Does this door even have a lock to begin with? Maybe you screwed up somehow and now the door is stuck!

[perfectdistance]

I don't magically go lockin' doors.

[There is! A lock! Use it Power, use your devil brain to get us out of the cafe.

He moves aside for her to fuss with it more easily.]

[powerplay]

Maybe you locked it and forgot! People are always forgetting things.

[ Big fucking mistake, Nero. Because she jostles it. Hmm. Bangs on the door. Hmm. Kicks at it. Hmm.

... ]

Yah!

[ AND SHE JUST CHOPS AT THE DOOR LOCK. It does very little, though there's a snap, due to the old and rotting wood, and next thing we know -- we have an old, rusty, broken lock hanging by a thread. ]

[perfectdistance]

[When was the last time Nero made an actually good decision? This is just normal for him.

...

He tries to open the door and it's still locked.]

C'mon.

[powerplay]

'Tis broken now and it still won't open...

[ Alright. She's stepping back.

And watch out Nero, please, since she's picking up a cafe chair and uh... throwing it at a window.

Only... only for it to bounce back as if she'd just thrown it at a solid wall instead of at glass?? ]

Huh?

[perfectdistance]

Fuck!

[Somehow he wasn't her throwing a chair, but he does hear the noise.]

[powerplay]

These windows aren't that hard!

[ She just raises this chair over her head and... attempts to bash the window. Wtf? Who put some kind of magic strengthener on this? ]

[perfectdistance]

Who the fuck did this to the windows?

[powerplay]

Maybe it was these spectres or angels or whatever people keep talking about!

[perfectdistance]

Could do without this.

[He'll... try pushing on the windows, see if they have any give. (They don't.)]

[powerplay]

We could be doing without a lot of things like this.

Any luck?

[ She's put the chair down momentarily at least, leaning on it and waiting for Nero's results. ]

[perfectdistance]

[He continues attempting the windows, one by one.]

... No.

[powerplay]

How long are we stuck here for?!

[ She was perfectly fine lounging around the Cafe until suddenly curfew was announced -- and now suddenly, she's mega-annoyed to be here. ]

[perfectdistance]

Ugh... Probably til dawn? Who knows.

[powerplay]

Huuuuh?! Does that mean we have to spend the night here?!

[perfectdistance]

If I knew that, I'd bring a pillow.

[BOO!!]

[powerplay]

Me too. Can't I at least get up on the roof?

The roof can be quite nice to sleep on.

[perfectdistance]

[She really is a cat.]

Sleep there a lot?

[powerplay]

Not a lot... not anymore.

[ ...

Yeah, she won't elabourate on that, actually. ]

I've learned that beds are so much nicer.

[perfectdistance]

Can't believe 'm missing the hotel room right now.

[SIGH...]

[powerplay]

Why can't you believe it? Did you come from somewhere rich and fancy?

[perfectdistance]

Nah, I just had somewhere that wasn't full of mold and dust.

[powerplay]

Is your hotel room full of mold and dust?

[perfectdistance]

Plenty of dust. At least nobody left rotting food in there.