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[onehundredbeers]

[It's been a bit since we've seen Nathan on the plane, hasn't it? Well, here's our very own Dethklok front man, drinking on his couch. Just he doesn't seem to be in that great of a mood. He doesn't seem pissed off, more... reserved and almost like an upset little boy.]

Fucking Charles.

[He mutters and drinks his beer, staring forward.]

Not our fault.

[He finishes his booze, and throws the bottle at the floor, where it smashes.]

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[ofdensen.livejournal.com]

[If it's been that long for Nathan, it's been even longer for Charles. He's been... very busy, you see.

Charles manifests on the plane just in time for the dregs of the beer to fleck his shoes as it shatters at his feet.]

What's—not your fault, Nathan?

[He knows it's probably a bad idea to even try to approach this now, but... well. Call it making up for lost time.]

[onehundredbeers]

Nothing. Don't worry about it.

[He proceeds to remain surly. This is the Wall of Surliness. Built probably ten minutes ago for some reason or another.]

[ofdensen.livejournal.com]

[The temptation to say WELL OKAY THEN and leave is so large, Nathan. So large. Don't forget that he's got good reason to be displeased with you guys too. But for right now he's mostly just tired. He hasn't slept in... well, a long time.

Who knows where the boys ran off to in the real world, but he'd had a feeling that this might be the first place Nathan and Toki might go.]

...You sure?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan crosses his arms. He tilts his head back a bit and looks up. He frowns.]

Yep.

[It is clearly obvious he is not at all 'sure'.]

Totally fine. So, you know, no point in sticking around or anything. I bet you have, I dunno, something better to do.

[ofdensen.livejournal.com]

[It's taking all his effort not to facepalm. He is too fucking exhausted for this, man. This is the part where a normal, well-adjusted person talking to another normal, well-adjusted person would sit down next to him, maybe lay a hand on his shoulder, something like that.

This is not the reality of, you know, them. So mostly Charles just stands there. Hopes the beer on his shoes might go away when he's back to reality.]

Sure you're not, uh... upset over what happened before—?

[onehundredbeers]

[Indeed, if this were a meeting of well-adjusted individuals, Nathan might talk about what's up instead of employing a case of finely honed passive aggressiveness. Of course, it isn't the case, and it's basically a Mexican standoff between Stoicism and Passive Aggression.]

Why the fuck would I be? There's totally nothing to be upset about. I'm totally cool with how you blew us off, and, you know, every- everything else. Yep.

[ofdensen.livejournal.com]

Nat—

[Sigh. Nope, not doing this just yet. Priorities, Charles.]

Well, I, uh. Thought you might like to know that I think I have a plan for getting us out of this. We play our cards right, this might not be a total disaster.

[onehundredbeers]

[He glances over at Charles.]

Of course you do.

[Nathan sniffs with a bit of disdain, uncrossing his arms as he does so. He could use another beer.]

So, uh, are we included in the plan, or are you just gonna make it go away with a bunch of paperwork and phone calls or something?

[ofdensen.livejournal.com]

Well, of course it does, Nathan, this isn't something that can just be cleaned up by a simple phone call. Believe me. I tried.

What the world needs now is you. The world needs Dethklok.

[collector]

[Space Charles is always willing to hang out with you, Nathan.] Ah, if only we had an Astral Janitor to go with our Astral Hissyfits. Is something the matter, Nathan?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan frowns at Irving. He is not really in the mood for any Charles, space or not. But he grumbles his words in some vague attempt at being social, since he knows Irving isn't at fault here.]

No. I'm fine, don't- don't worry about it, alright? Just some fucking shit at home, you know?

[collector]

I saw the Dethklok Minute. [He lingers on the last word, gives Nathan a quizzical look. It is his way of asking if Nathan is okay.]

[onehundredbeers]

[He sniffs.]

Then why the fuck did you ask?

[collector]

It's called courtesy; you may have heard of it. I like to indulge in it from time to time.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan's demeanor remains mostly unchanged.]

It's stupid, alright? You know what the fuck is going on, so don't play like you're fucking oblivious.

[He wishes he had a beer again, he feels a need to keep his hands busy somehow. Instead, he awkwardly shoves them into his pockets, still sitting there.]

[collector]

[A veteran of many wars with Bernice, he remains unphased.] I'll leave you to yourself, shall I?

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[This is clearly someone who doesn't want company. In any other circumstances, Conan would keep a wide berth -- but those circumstances don't cover the Plane.

He's already noticing trends. It seems that most of the people coming to the plane have been rattled for some reason or other -- one of the experiments he's heard about? Only one way to find out.]

Ah -- mister? Is everything okay?

[onehundredbeers]

[He stares at the young boy for a few moments.]

Oh, uh. Hey. Yeah, it's cool. I kinda forgot people'd come up and go 'something wrong'. I haven't really... stood around. For a while. Up here. [A beat.] Or sat, I guess.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[Not the welcome Conan was afraid of. Good. His smile is apologetic.]

Am I interrupting?

[onehundredbeers]

Nah. I was, uh, trying to brood? But I'm not- I'm not good at brooding. Like, okay, if I tried really hard? I could totally brood! But, uh, no.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

You want to brood? Or you think you should?

[onehundredbeers]

Well, uh, I have reason to.

[He leans back.]

I mean, it's either hang out up here in a bad mood in case Charles shows up, or... go back home... and get on a boat. While it's snowing. And cold.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[There another chair around here than Conan can climb up on?]

That doesn't sound like fun.

[onehundredbeers]

[It's a couch, so he can just sit down.]

Ugh, it totally isn't! It's fucking snowing! As much as I fucking hate the heat? Snow is just as bad. It fucking sucks. It's like... the opposite spectrum of heat, so- so it's equally as bad.

[He nods to himself.]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[Sitting on the couch sounds like a plan!]

I guess snow's only fun if you're going snowboarding or something -- not riding a boat.

Why a boat if it's so cold?