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oh no we won't go

Who: Kate, Faith, and Carlisle
What: Time to move into a new house and kidnap the third roommate!
Where: Starts outside Carlisle's apartment, should end in house 1404 in spiral 2
When: September 10, eveningish
Warnings: Good-natured kidnapping, grumpy Carlisle, Kate being herself, Faith being herself. Will edit as necessary

[The conversation had gone something like this:

Kate: Here's the flat.
Faith: It's too small for two people!
Kate: We can make it work.
Faith: We don't have to, do we? There's empty places. I know there are, saw them on the way!
Kate: Fine.
Faith: Oooh let's get a house!
Kate: Aye... but my neighbor is a disaster. He'll die by himself.
Faith: Then he can come with us!

So here are Faith and Kate, standing outside Carlisle's apartment after having moved Kate's things and Faith's quarterstaff (her only possession at the moment -- she needs to go shopping here, oops), Faith knocking on the locked door.]

Hel-loooh there! [Somehow her accent is more marked when she turns the cheerfulness up to eleven.] Your neighbors are here to visit!

[And to kidnap you, but we won't lead with that.]

Hmm, not answering, is he. [Faith has been knocking for maybe a full minute on and off.] Do you have a key, Kitkat?

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( wow, who knew, the hermit leaves the domicile. she might need to write this event down for posterity. and yes, she let Faith talk her into moving in - never mind that Kate is 30 and Faith is more or less there and they're way too old for housemates - but you just. don't say no to Faith Carr.

especially when you've been alone for six months, but let's not go there, hmm? Kate will never admit to that anyway. )

Hold on. ( look, she learned lock picking just in case, that's. definitely why.

so let's pick this lock!

give her a minute...

and done. )

Reet.

Right, in we go! [That's loud enough for Carlisle to hear. Can't say you didn't get a warning!

The inside looks about as occupied as Kate's flat, maybe a bit more so.] Least he's got plants 'round. [And a desk covered in papers. And bottles of ink. And... a bottle of what looks like wine.

Okay Faith can see how he's Kate's friend.]

You two drink together? [That's mostly an innocent question.

Mostly.]

Well, won't be much to take with us. He's probably what'll take the most room!

Not much else to do here. ( she shrugs. yes. they drink together. Carlisle finds some good stuff, and Kate needs to unwind after work every so often.

they also nerd out over things and take too many notes. those count as bonding hobbies, right?

as for that second bit? that gets a snort and a shake of Kate's head. it's true, but that's... one way of putting it. ) There a box around? ( something they can bundle this crap up in. )

No? [Aren't there monsters? Gods messing with people? People messing with people?

Injuries? Hunting? Workouts? Foraging?

Anything?

Oh well. Faith's not judging. Must be what people do after the novelty has worn off. She's only been here a few hours, so she can't expect to fall into stride with the rest of the city yet.]

Hmm. I'll check the kitchen, maybe there's a box or something there. [Or maybe an empty but clean trash bin.

Into the kitchen she goes, opening cupboards and cabinets, peering everywhere, finding out quite by accident just how many bottles of liquor Carlisle keeps in the house. She's tactful this time, though, and doesn't say anythiing about it to Kate.]

Any luck out there?

[While the ladies are scrounging around his apartment, they may hear footsteps coming up the steps and the sound of someone rummaging in his bag just outside the door, looking for his key. Apparently, the fellow who lives in this abode is finally returning.

Kate and Faith end up with a few extra seconds as Carlisle accidentally locks the door on himself, unaware it was unlocked at all (thanks, Kate). There's an utterance that sounds suspiciously like a profanity just beyond the door as he fumbles with the knob.]

Edited 2016-09-13 10:24 (UTC)

( there are all those things, but somehow there's always so much time.

... it probably is the novelty wearing off. but in the meantime, Kate is going to search for a crate and find one!

excellent. )

Got one. ( and it should be big enough to carry everything they need to.

annnnnd there's Carlisle. ) Thought he'd be home quicker.

[Faith doesn't really hear the fussing with the door, too deep in the kitchen for it to register as more than just the scrambling around of mice or something, but she does hear Kate.]

A box? [Or the vaguely described 'something'?

At the next bit, Faith peeks out of the kitchen, half hidden behind the wall -- not because she's actually hiding, but because it's an easy way to maximize her cuteness. (Cuteness is impomrtant to employ strategically, okay? Use what you've got, etc, etc.)]

Oh, is that him! Hello, I'm Faith!

[There's a distinct, metallic clunk on the other side of the door. That'd be him dropping his key. Silence. Then finally, the door cracks open, and Carlisle peers inside.

Relief washes over him -- not because there's a perfect stranger in his home, no, but because Kate is with her. That doesn't mean he's happy about the fact that she's in his apartment while he's not there, but at least means the stranger isn't likely some new mischief from the gods. The bear appearing in his home was bad enough.

He pushes the door the rest of the way open, his brow wrinkling.]

What are you doing in my apartment? How'd you even get in here?

Long story. ( not really, but let's just save Carlisle's blood pressure and not mention lock-picking, shall we?

Kate nods from Faith to Carlisle. ) Faith, Carlisle. Carlisle, Faith.

( notice she's not mentioning why she's currently packing up your stuff, Carlisle. )

[Staying right where she is (maximum cuteness!), Faith waves at him.]

Kate picked your lock. We're here to help you move into the house!

[Faith. Kate picked his lock. Moving house. Okay, he has a lot of questions, and probably only time for one because Kate seems to be preoccupied with putting his possessions into his plant-toting crate.]

I'm not moving.

[Annnnnnnd he goes for a statement instead.]

( no but you are tho. she's already packed. )

That's what I said.

( for like. half a second. then Faith gave her that look. )

[This look right here.

Which she gives.

Right now.]

You're always spending time with Kate anyway. Why not be roomies? Saves you the trouble of walking up and down those stairs.

[He returns Faith's look with a flat one of his own.]

I'm sorry, Faith? Faith, right? I don't even know you. I'm not 'always spending time with Kate' so much as she's constantly coming over an— no no no, put those back!

[Kate, don't touch his stuff. He'll tell her himself as he crosses the room to her, gathering up his notes on the table before she can shove them into the crate with the rest of his things.]

Will put 'em wherever you want 'em.

( pause )

In th' house.

( now she's just going with this because it's funny. )

Y'don't know me much yet, but y'know people exaggerate all the time when they talk, right? [Like she's doing right now with 'always', you silly priest.] Now you'll just be a room or a flight of stairs away.

[It is really funny. How can she make it funnier? Hmm.]

'Sides, Kate says you'll die by yourself, and I am not having a friend of my friend die while I'm here.

[So there.

Sorry, Kate.]

[Carlisle reddens as Faith keeps talking, and he shoots Kate a glare that could knock a flimsier person down from its impact.]

Kate, a word with you.

[He closes the gap between them, lowering his voice.]

I cannot live with other people. You know why.

[That last part is uttered through his teeth. His brow knits with the private concern that she might have already told this 'Faith' about his condition -- about what he can do with it.]

( she doesn't so much as look at Faith, because, no, Carlisle, she hasn't said anything about it.

when she answers, her voice is low, lips barely moving; ) Have to learn to deal with it some time.

( and, actually, Faith might be a good person to talk to about that. controlling overpowered abilities. Kate may have a lot of control, but her powers can't do damage by themselves, not in the same direct sort of manner. )

Look, just come.

( not because she, like, actually enjoys your company or anything, lord almighty no. )

I'll keep an eye on things.

[Kate's reassurance does nothing to assuage Carlisle's fears, but as his eyes flick from hers and back again, he seems to take what she's saying to heart. Of course, whether it's the part where he has to learn to deal with his curse, or the part where she wants him to come with them, he doesn't say. His fingers tighten on the papers in his hands.]

This is a terrible mistake, and you know it.

[While her friend and her new roommate have a quick exchange between themselves, Faith has crossed over to the window, and picked up one of the potted plants.]

Oh, these'll look so nice by the windows in the house!

[Yes, she is decorating with your stuff already, Carlisle.]

[Annnnd Carlisle is back to chattering nervously as he turns his attention to Faith. He leaves Kate's side in a rush, his hands out to grab his precious plants.]

No no no, don't touch those! You might hurt them! In fact, let's not touch anything. I haven't decided about this 'moving' thing as it is!

Seem like she's giving you a choice?

( Kate sounds way too amused by that though. it's nice to not be the trolling victim for once. )

[Thank you, Kate, for helping! Carlisle is a little difficult, but two against one will make it easier.]

Carlisle, if you're going to be drinking a lot, it's better if there's people 'round to help you if you need it. 'Sides, I like you! You're cute and funny and obviously really smart. You can teach me about your plants!

[This is all true, but yes she is also definitely trolling. #JustFaithThings]

[Carlisle's face scrunches with disdain.]

Again, I don't know you. Now the two of you, put all this back and give me a day or so to think about this.

[Which means he'll just lock his door and not think about it at all. You know what? He doesn't need neighbors, especially if they're going to let themselves into his place and start pawing all his things.]

( she introduced you already: this is Faith.

yep.

this is definitely Faith. )

Too much work, now.

( look at all the things she's already picked up and put away for transport. )

[ :D ]

Come on, Carlisle, at least try it for a few days, yeh? If you really hate it after a week, then I guess you can move back out.

[How long will it take her to wear him down? Faith is up for the challenge!]

[It'll certainly be a challenge, but someone has to do it.

Carlisle huffs, turning his full attention to Faith, trusting Kate won't continue packing behind him.]

Why would I try it when I already know it's not going to go well?

( Carlisle, you poor, naive child. )

You worry too much.

( hypocrite. )

You really do. [Faith wrinkles her nose and nods.] 'Sides, there's no such thing as a sure thing.

Look, if you hate it, I'll move all your stuff back for you, yeh? Promise.

Right, and I can just trust the word of some perfect stranger. And I suppose Kate'll say I can trust you, and that should be good enough for me, now shouldn't it?

[File that under "things Carlisle probably shouldn't say after the extraordinary amount of lenience his neighbor has shown him."]

It should.

( Carlisle would have to be extremely unobservant to miss the edge that creeps into Kate's tone there. Faith is far more trustworthy than Kate is, and yet you deal with her. )

[Faith sure picks up on that edge, but she doesn't comment on it. Instead, she softens a bit (dims her glow, so to speak), and looks Carlisle straight in the eye.]

You can trust me. I can fight, and I can heal, so you'll be safe as can be with us. I won't touch your things, and I won't drink your wine unless you give me permission. Sound good?

[Carlisle also picks up on that edge, his head spinning as he casts a glance back at Kate. Trepidation knits into his brow, remaining there as he brings his eyes back to meet Faith's.]

The two of you cannot possibly be concerned for my well-being.

( look you don't doubt Kate's friends okay. especially one who's done so much for her. )

Who would help me supply the clinic with healing cells otherwise?

( yeah. sure that's the reason. sure. )

[This time when Faith pouts, there's anger to her features, the kind that makes her gaze hard and sharp.]

Oy. I take offense to that. I'd never put anyone in any kind of danger. If you're at my side and not hurtin' anyone else, you can bet your life I'll keep you safe.

[Carlisle's eyes stay on Faith's another moment or two, then he finally relents, buckling under her hardened gaze with a long-suffering sigh.]

I don't need either of you watching me like I'm some kind of child, but I can see you're not going to listen to me no matter how much I balk at this foolishness.

Best choice.

( because nope. they're not. how does one correct the mess that is their home if they're not incredibly stubborn? )

[Faith holds his gaze for a few moments longer before she relaxes. It's like a switch is flipped. She's back to her bright, normal self in what seems like less than a second.]

A little foolishness is good for you, y'know.

[Also, to hear Kate tell it, he does need someone watching him.]

[No he doesn't, Faith. Shut up. You shut up. Kate, shut up. EVERYONE SHUT UP.]

Until it gets us all killed.

You'll be careful with my plants, though. Is that understood?

Edited 2016-09-27 07:21 (UTC)

( and then he'll go and prove Kate right. |: )

Sure, sure.

( no they'll really try. or. she'll leave it to them to try. she'll carry the rest |D; )

[At 'is that understood,' Faith straightens and puts a hand over her heart.]

I hereby vow to treat all your possessions with respect, an' to protect 'em should the threat of danger arise!

[Carlisle doesn't seem impressed by Faith's earnestness, but at least he's agreeing to this move for the time being.]

I get the distinct feeling that promise will be broken in a matter of minutes, if the way you were pawing my possessions when I arrived is a sign of things to come.

[He goes to gather up a couple of his pots, deciding it's best he carry some of the more delicate plants. There's one in a woven basket he gathers up with great care.]

( rude. )

Let's get moving, then.

( seriously, today has been a long day. )

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