MCA #4, Tuesday Evening

[myownface]

Sparkle had been... less than functional today. The episodes of Sesame Street that an errant wish yesterday had bestowed upon him had gone away again, and so even getting his hands on his brainless g-rated amusements would have involved stealing from, like, PBS or whatever. Which Sparkle wasn't entirely opposed to, but figuring out torrents and shit involved thinking. And brains. And... combining the two, somehow, so that brains were doing thinking, and Sparkle wasn't exactly feeling that so much just yet.

So he'd kind of pottered around the apartment aimlessly for a while. At some point, he'd remembered how cereal worked. Somewhere around noon he'd realized that he was halfway through cleaning the bathroom for what was apparently the third time already, and around what would have been suppertime, he was already on his fifth shower.

By the time the evening rolled around and Sparkle could see his reflection in the bathroom floor, he'd given up on shower six and had mostly just deposited himself on his back in the otherwise empty tub, poking halfheartedly at whatever stupid cell phone game he could get for free from Google. There was a game that involved tapping the screen. Just tapping the screen. And it was just cartoony enough that the little cartoon character swinging the sword around to beat up cartoonish monsters didn't even bother him all that much.

If anyone asked, he'd just say that it was cooler in the tub than anywhere else in the apartment. He was Canadian. He wasn't made for... comfortable planetoid weather.

Shut up.

[OOC: Open mostly for phone calls, though that guy who lives here is welcome to check up on Sparks in person for our hilariously mismatched SP if he so desires.]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had heard the radio saying that Sparkle (and Atton) had returned, but given that said return had apparently involved alcohol and pizza, he gave it some time before he called.

Eventually, though, Sparkle was going to wake up and have to deal with whatever hangover he might have, and he would probably want his houseplants back.

So, Hannibal was calling, and the phone was ringing.

[suitably_heroic]

Laps around the island, Atton was finding, were a pretty good idea when you needed to sort out your thoughts and come to term with a lot of the shit you did. Not even much of the stuff Sparkle had seen, but the stuff before that?

Yeah. Maybe he needed more time somewhere else.

He came back late, shutting the door behind him with a thump. "Sparks?"

[future_sandworm]

Leto didn't call Sparkle that often. In fact, he didn't call anyone unless he had a reason. He did have a reason, sort of, and he had actually tried a few days earlier and gotten no response, which was not what he had come to expect from Sparkle.

So this was why Sparkle got a phone call now.

[A little late, I hope that's ok. SP is love, as always.]