YOU'RE A DRAMA QUEEN IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

[frostythehitman]

WHO: James and YOU!
WHERE: Literally anywhere. School, the library, the laundromat, literally. anywhere.
WHEN: throughout the month
WHAT: FIGHT ME, MEET ME IN THE PIT. Or celebrate James's birthday, that too. AKA, November catch-all!
WARNINGS: uh. wanton violence?


fite me.
[ It doesn't matter where you are, or what you're doing, or what James himself is doing. Though he's returned to his more standard attire of band sweaters and pants with copious chains on them, he still has a nasty look in his eye for anyone who dares even look in his direction. He's fine, he'll claim to anyone who asks, but he's really just a powder keg waiting to blow.

So, interact with him at your own risk. Or don't, really--even the quickest of glances or pointing to something in his general vicinity will set him off or whispering something to a friend nearby is all it will take to set him off. ]

hap birf.
[ Come November 13th, James is officially turning 17. Of course, it's the furthest thing from his mind right now and he doesn't bother mentioning it at all, intending to be a grumpy gus on his lonesome all day. But your character, should they find out about his birthday from another source like his sister, perhaps, may want to ambush him and force him into a celebration of sorts...

It's up to you, though, because left to his own devices, he'll scowl his way through the school day and angrily walk his way home from school. ]

(alt) wildcard.
[ I'm setting up a bunch of private top-level stuff for other threads, but if I forgot to write up a prompt for something we talked about then, uh, my bad--please hit up this post with it anyway! ]

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[frostythehitman]

You had a hologram watch this whole time and you didn't tell me?!

[ This time it comes out as more of a hiss. ]

[digthefuzz]

I thought I did! Or maybe I dreamed it... Anyway, we can talk about it later. We're making a scene here, dude!

[frostythehitman]

Alright, alright. Fine.

[ James stands up and hauls the duffel bag over his shoulder. Then he pulls up the bandana from his neck to cover his mouth and nose. He keeps his voice low. ]

Teleport us into the middle of the waffle shop--the kitchen. We're gonna dig around for any sign of Retrospec in there.

[digthefuzz]

Wait, what?! Retrospec, in a waffle house?! [He tries to keep his voice low as well, but it may raise a bit in his surprise.]

[frostythehitman]

What, you didn't hear?

[ Which, honestly, isn't too surprising. He didn't know about this either until Grell told him all about it when he went to get the arm back. ]

This is where the Retrospec building was. It vanished and now there's a waffle shop instead. But there's no way that's a normal waffle shop, Retrospec has to be hidden there somewhere! In a basement, in a storeroom, somewhere.

[digthefuzz]

Well, um, I never hard of it before, but... wow, I didn't even realize how the placement is! So... so this is like their speakeasy??

[frostythehitman]

That's what I'm betting on. We're bound to find something in there. So, you ready now? Because once we're in there we're gonna move as fast and hard as we can.

[digthefuzz]

O-okay. [He's a bit nervous and hesitant. This is different then even fighting monsters... but it's important to do what can be done to investigate Retrospec.

So he nods as he looks towards the waffle house again.]

...Let's do it to it!

[frostythehitman]

Alright.

[ He lifts the bandana up so it covers his entire face below the eyes and offers up his arm to Kurt--he needs to be touching him to teleport them both, right? ]

Drop us in.

[digthefuzz]

Aye aye, captain!

[Well, first he takes a look towards the window to get an idea of where the kitchen is. Then he grabs onto James's arm, and with a bamf!-

-Suddenly they're in the middle of a bustling kitchen, where a few hardworking cooks are in the middle of preparing some of the best waffles Retrospec has ever tasted. They end up right in front of a waiter, who screams and drops a stack of plates of waffles.]

S-sorry? [Is he supposed to apologize?? He's not sure!!]

[frostythehitman]

[ As soon as the waiter screams, the rest of the staff turn around to see the commotion and begin panicking themselves. There is a chorus of screams as everyone panics and scrambles to step away from them despite the close quarters in the kitchen.

Unlike Kurt, though, James is a lot more prepared for this and doesn't bother with any niceties. He shakes his fist at the staff, looking around to make eye contact with as many of them as he can. ]

Where is it! Where's the entrance to Retrospec? I know it's in here somewhere, don't hold out on me! Huh?

[ There's only the sound of utensils and platters clattering, leftover effects of the scramble seconds ago. James isn't satisfied. He stomps over to the nearest chef and leans in close, screaming directly in his face. ]

Tell me! I know you work for them!

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt... feels and looks very out of place, and he has no idea what to do. James's shouting is... scary. And he kinda feels worse for the kitchen staff at the moment than anything. Still, he glances around a little bit just to see if he spot any sign of a secret entrance or of Retrospec's hand at all, but then he settles to lean next to James and the guy he's interrogating.]

Y-you better give my friend some answers. He's... cuckoo, man! And - and I'm like the good cop! I... can help him find some chill, but only if you cooperate! [Nailed it!]

[frostythehitman]

[ If James weren't so preoccupied with interrogating the staff, he'd call Kurt out on possibly the worst attempt at a good cop/bad cop routine. But as it stands, he's glaring into the eyes of the poor chef who is now stammering a non-answer to him. ]

Damn it, you're useless! [ He turns around and stomps away, but then suddenly turns on the staff again. Some of them flinch. ] One of you has to know what's going on! You can't be here and not be working with them!

[ But their faces clearly convey that they have no idea what James is talking about--they're just terrified and confused. ]

[digthefuzz]

[Hey, he's new to this kind of thing!

But Kurt's guilt and uncertainty mount by the moment. He frowns as he looks towards the frightened staff, and then he steps towards Bucky.]

Dude... I- I dunno... I'm starting to feel like these guys really don't know anything.

[frostythehitman]

[ James grunts in annoyance. He's not leaving this kitchen without answers, damn it, whether he gets it from the staff or not. So he barges across the room towards one of the frying pans. He tosses out all the food in it (sorry, scrambled eggs, get outta here) and starts banging it against the wall as he makes his way across the room's perimeter. ]

There's a hidden door here somewhere, isn't there? Isn't there?

[ He's still addressing the staff, but only just barely. At this point, it's more of a desperate, frustrated cry to find something, anything of use. He gives Kurt a pointed look--help him out here, man! ]

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt winces at the tragic loss of the scrambled eggs and generally looks very increasingly concerned at Buckt's actions and movements.]

M-maybe! [He frowns, starting to feel scared as he looks Bucky.] But... dude... I think we need to think calmly about this!

[frostythehitman]

[ He turns on Kurt, fast as a whip and leans in close enough that he could probably feel the breath emanating from under James's bandanna. ]

I said this was going to be quick! This is the quickest way to get answers!

[ But even so, James has to admit defeat. This frying pan isn't getting them anywhere either, so he lets it clatter to the floor. ]

[digthefuzz]

[In that moment, James seems more frightened then ever, and Kurt quickly steps back from him.]

It- it doesn't seem very quick to me, man. Just... listen to yourself. This is - it's getting kinda scary.

[frostythehitman]

[ He sets his jaw stubbornly. Kurt's comment disturbs him--is he really that scary? is that who he is?--but equally enrages him. If this was all for nothing, what was even the point of this? What was the point of terrifying a bunch of helpless employees? He feels helpless himself, perpetually unable to control anything about his life or get any of his answers.

So after a few moments, in a fit of impotent rage, he grits his teeth, grunts, and storms out the kitchen doors into the main restaurant. And starts shouting. ]

You don't even know what they're doing here, do you? You're just eating their waffles like sheep! None of you think it's crazy this place just popped up out of nowhere overnight?! You're eating the eggs of heartless monsters!

[ Followed by the sound of clattering and shattering--James has flipped someone's plate off their table onto the floor. ]

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt doesn't know what he expected, aside from it not being this. His big mistake has been assuming that James had a clear plan or any idea what he was doing in here. Instead, it felt like they were just terrorizing what seemed to be an innocent waffle restaurant. And Kurt's role now feels more like it's damage control, as he runs after James.]

Y-you're not even making any sense now, man! We should just... cut our losses!

[He looks towards the person whose plate was flipped and throws some money at them.]

Sorry about that! This is just... an experimental new flash mob! By... Angry Boy Productions!

[frostythehitman]

[ The poor patrons are now staring in shock or confusion. Some are even cowering. James doesn't even really hear Kurt, he's so wrapped up in it. Instead, he continues ranting and flipping over people's plates at random. Someone's waffles are flipped onto their shirt. Pancakes are plastered onto the glass windows. ]

You get to live your lives like there's nothing even wrong here! You're just letting them do this to us!!

[ Sorry Kurt, if you want this to stop, you're going to have to do it by force. ]

[digthefuzz]

Dude!!

[He's not listening to reason. And he's sure that it's only a matter of time until someone calls the cops, if someone hasn't already. James just isn't listening to him... so there's only one thing to do.

Kurt runs right towards the other boy, grabs onto his arm and teleports right back outside!]

[frostythehitman]

[ One second he's in the middle of ranting about their complacency, and the next he's outside. He cuts himself off as soon as he realizes what's happened. ]

What gives, we were in the middle of something back there!

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt takes a step back and throws his arms in the air.]

Yeah, something bonkers! You were practically attacking people, man...

[frostythehitman]

[ James freezes, looking first shocked and then ashamed. ]

That's not--I didn't mean--

That wasn't what I was trying to do.

[ Even as he says it, though, he knows it's a weak excuse. He hangs his head. ]

Damn it.