MCA #4, Sunday Afternoon

[myownface]

You know, Sparkle was impulsive, but he was not that special sort of impulsive that would have involved him going outside today. Much as he loved his job. Much as he worried about his business. Even Sparkle sometimes had the good sense to listen to the radio and hear about people being kidnapped by goblins, and then look out the window to see the sprawling maze that had sprouted up outside, and then shake his head and go, "Nope. Not today, Fandom."

And so he was in the apartment, laying on his back on the living room floor, staring up at the ceiling and singing 'Baby Shark' to himself in a fit of boredom.

Loudly.

Give him ten minutes and he'd go find his tin whistle and try to figure out how to play it on that, next.

[OOC: Open for texts, phone calls, other people in the building who just want to stop hearing 'doo doo doo doo' through the walls, whatever!]

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[hernando_fuentes]

Was someone getting a text of his boyfriend shirtless, in swim trunks and frosty umbrella drink in hand lounging on a beach chair with some squirrels waving madly for the camera?

Yes.

[myownface]

Was somebody getting a return test of Sparkle blowing a raspberry, and then a photo of the maze outside the window?

You betcha.

[hernando_fuentes]

Thank you for not going into the maze, baby. People got lost and wound up in the sewers, I'm hearing from a very drunk squirrel.

[myownface]

Yeah, I'm a lot of things, but I'm not stupid, babe. Reckless, yes. Stupid, no.

Sparkle had no interest in being kidnapped by a muppet.

[hernando_fuentes]

I know you are not stupid. I also know sometimes the island doesn't give people a choice. Other than a crazy maze, how has your week been?

[myownface]

"Not bad. Wednesday's thing was a smaller, less crazy maze. I got third place, so I didn't win a fish."

Which he was entirely too proud about.

[hernando_fuentes]

I thought they learned their lesson about giving away fish as prizes!

[myownface]

This is what happens when Deadpool... something. Possibly ties Skywalker up and shoves him in a closet. Anyway, some big green dude won it so I hope they're very happy together.

Fjord didn't have it anymore. That was probably also for the best. Maybe.

[hernando_fuentes]

Oh no. Poor Fjord. He is such a nice man, what a terrible thing to happen. Maybe they will have learned their lesson after last year?

[myownface]

If Skywalker manages to get his way out of whatever closet Deadpool threw him into, I doubt we'll see the fish again. I hope.

Fingers crossed, anyway. Nobody wanted a repeat of the giant ragefish.

[hernando_fuentes]

I am trying very hard not to make a comment about the man's hair care and closets, Sparkle, and you are making it difficult on purpose, your boyfriend accused.

Because he had, in fact, met you.

[myownface]

... I mean, I have it on good authority that the man has more product in his bathroom than most hair salons do.

Not that he understood for the life of him why Atton had gotten so chummy with him, but okay.

[hernando_fuentes]

And I thought I was bad. Not that he had hair product, just.. general.. bath products.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton had left for work approximately an hour ago.

Atton was now returning to the apartment with a scuffed jacket and a scowl on his face.

"I hate," he announced as he shut the door behind him. Let it slam behind him with a dramatic thud, and-- "This island."

[myownface]

"And the island hates us, too," Sparkle assured him, looking up from where he was still planted on his back on the floor. "God, I remember when saying that felt like hyperbole."

He was reasonably certain it was trying to kill them. Or testing them for something. Separating the strong from the... sane, maybe.

[suitably_heroic]

"If that maze is still out there tomorrow, I am getting my lightsabers, and I'm burning the prettiest topiaries this island has ever seen."

The italics were necessary.

As was the bag of Mooby's he tossed onto Sparkle's chest.

[myownface]

"Whumph," Sparkle said, taking that bag of Mooby's to the chest like a champ. A moment later he was sitting up and starting to rummage through the bag. "Hey, the fries aren't even too cold! Ish!"

Given the maze outside, that was an awesome accomplishment.

"Monday's been the trend anyway," he added. "Tomorrow it'll probably be, like, giant amoeba trying to eat us or whatever."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton took his own bag of Mooby's to the couch, on which he collapsed with an angry whumph of his own. "I," he said, "Will cut them. All of them. Every single amoeba."

[myownface]

"That's gonna make for a lot of... what, goo? Like a whole island covered in dead jellyfish. Which... still a step up from..." He looked toward the window, waving a vague hand. "What the fuck, right?"

He was not even attempting outside now. He might've been just camped out in the living room since the Wednesday thing.

"If it tries to eat me again on Monday I swear to god I'm building a pillow fort and not coming out until it actually manages it."

[suitably_heroic]

"If it tries to eat you again I'm flying you to Coruscant," Atton grumbled, sticking a fry in his mouth. "Space, I'll fly the whole apartment to Coruscant."

[myownface]

"God, don't take the apartment," Sparkle said, shaking his head. "It might have Fandom cooties in it. It might be catchy. Then Coruscant will have amoebas."

Or mazes.

[suitably_heroic]

"That's any different from the Undercity how?" Atton asked, shooting him a look with a raised eyebrow. "Those amoebas would be served up at Nayte's Diner by Tuesday."

[myownface]

Please excuse Sparkle, who was now holding open his Mooby's bag and making retching noises into it. For show, naturally, but he had a limit and apparently that limit was amoeba burgers.

[suitably_heroic]

"Bet they're a delicacy on some planet," Atton retorted, "And it's rude to vomit on perfectly good meat of questionable origin, all right?"

[myownface]

Sparkle, who had, in fact, eaten meat of far more questionable origin before, was groaning and slumping backward. Not quite falling back onto his back on the floor, nah, but looking up at the ceiling like maybe it held the answer to all of his questions.

"Only if they didn't forget the cheese," he declared. "Then all bets are off."