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bright_shiny_thing: Alison: *deadpan* Sorry, all out of those.

x_pyromaniac: What, no home movies?

bright_shiny_thing: *lol* They were confiscated when I got here. ;)

x_pyromaniac: And corn fed's liable to scream and run like a girly boy if you bring it up.

bright_shiny_thing: ... not if I get those manacles on him first. *dies laughing*

x_pyromaniac: I like the way you think, Miss B.

bright_shiny_thing: *g* I can't help it. Now where Sam's concerned, anyway. And I'll stop with the details now, because while I'm not so shy about talking, Sam is and I have to respect that. Augh.

x_pyromaniac: I could give you details about what I'd do to the farmboy, but hey, you might like the mental images too much.

bright_shiny_thing: *laughs* That or I'd have to beat you up. ;) ... Oh. Oooh! That's why Sam was so flustered.

x_pyromaniac: I was kind of upset. I mean, you tell a guy you jack off thinking about him and doesn't take it like a compliment. What happened to the old days, huh?

bright_shiny_thing: ...
bright_shiny_thing: *tilts head*
bright_shiny_thing: Knowing Sam, I can see why - it was just too much and too forward for him. For lack of a better word.
bright_shiny_thing: Trying to give me a heart attack, aren't you? :p

x_pyromaniac: All part of my master plan.

bright_shiny_thing: ...
bright_shiny_thing: GAH! Deja vu! *shudders* Sorry. Had someone else throw that line at me a while ago.

x_pyromaniac: Perhaps we're all after you.

bright_shiny_thing: *snort* I'm not telling you who said that. Ha. You can all try on your own and hopefully will trip each other up.

x_pyromaniac: Fine then. I'll give you cardiac arrest all by myself.

bright_shiny_thing: ... how did this turn into a challenge? Wah!

x_pyromaniac: well, the prize is worth it.

bright_shiny_thing: !!!
bright_shiny_thing: Damn. I picked that up from him. *faceplants*
bright_shiny_thing: And that's enough to motivate me to never have a cardiac... not that Sam is a prize in a contest.

x_pyromaniac: aww, I'm sure he'd look pretty all tied up with a bow.
x_pyromaniac: ...and nothing else.

bright_shiny_thing: You know... having a vivid mental imagination in a house full of telepaths is not always a good thing. Dammit. Now I'm going to get smirked at again. *lol*

x_pyromaniac: Better you than me.

bright_shiny_thing: I have to admit... I would say exactly the same thing were our positions reversed. *Wry grin*

x_pyromaniac: See, we think alike! We even have some of the same taste in men.

bright_shiny_thing: Separated at birth, d'you think?

x_pyromaniac: See, you got the better deal.

bright_shiny_thing: ... lost me.

x_pyromaniac: My family. Ancient history. Bygones.

bright_shiny_thing: Mmm. Actually... pretty much the same here, really. *shrugs*

x_pyromaniac: Cool.

bright_shiny_thing: Heh. Yeah, that. Blatant subject change here. If Kitty can find a pirated version of Pirates of the Caribbean online, want me to add that along with the books and DVDs?

x_pyromaniac: Yeah. Although playing the DVDs will be tricky. I'll manage.

bright_shiny_thing: I'll ask her then. :) YEOW! LORNA! Be right back. Must go murder roomie.

x_pyromaniac: Don't want any help?

bright_shiny_thing: *returns, victorious* Though barely. Wretch now has nearly everything in the common room stuck with pins. Metal pins. I'm getting very good at dodging.

x_pyromaniac: Can't you like, block them or something with your power?

bright_shiny_thing: I could fry 'em, yeah. But lasering the pillows or even the pins would create more damage than anything else even though I got it down well enough to not keep going through the walls now. And this is just horsing around, so dodging works just fine.

x_pyromaniac: No skin off my back, that's for sure.

bright_shiny_thing: It's all in good fun. I mean, I did sort of start it, to it's only fair she can turn the tables on me now and then.

x_pyromaniac: Is there hair-pulling?

bright_shiny_thing: *lol* Not in this lifetime! I think we're both a tad bit too vain to go for that one.

x_pyromaniac: Damn. So no-one's taking polaroids.

bright_shiny_thing: Whether there are pictures or not, m'dear, it's not worth being gutted with a spoon to say so. I value my life. *grin*

x_pyromaniac: A spoon? That's so lame.
x_pyromaniac: You should see what Magneto can do with a paperclip.
x_pyromaniac: Trust me, I don't look at stationery the same way since.

bright_shiny_thing: ...
bright_shiny_thing: *shudders*
bright_shiny_thing: Although the spoon thing is movie joke. S'why we use that one... Did you ever hear the quote?

x_pyromaniac: Probably...Can't place it though.

bright_shiny_thing: It's an Alan Rickman quote. Heh. Gimme a sec, will find it for you.
bright_shiny_thing: Sheriff: "Locksley, I'm going to cut your heart out with a spoon!!!"
Guy: "Why a spoon cousin? Why not an axe... or a knife..."
Sheriff: "Cause its DULL you TWIT! It'll HURT more!!!"

x_pyromaniac: Oh yeah! He was the best thing in that film.

bright_shiny_thing: He so was! The torture scene where both he and Will Scarlet tell the kid to shut up has merit too, however. Heh.

x_pyromaniac: You film encyclopedia you.

bright_shiny_thing: Professional hazard. Was anyway. *wry grin*

x_pyromaniac: Do you miss all that?

bright_shiny_thing: I miss the singing on stage. Still wake up sometimes at night, thinking I have to be ready for tomorrow's gig. Not so often anymore as when I first got here. There's... other things, in life. Good things. Though if you'd told me I'd survive losing my career before the Baltimore show, I'd have laughed you outta the room.

x_pyromaniac: And now no-one back there wants a bar of you, do they?

bright_shiny_thing: ... the recording label? Still want my blood. Lawyers are handling that one. Still. Sales went down and up and down and then the label pulled everything off the markets. So, hard to tell there. I'm at the mansion because... I couldn't stand to see security taking a chance at a bullet each day. The death threats were pretty serious. So... yeah. I might try testing the waters eventually. For now though... guess it's me time.

x_pyromaniac: Now you sound like Mariah Carey.

bright_shiny_thing: Ew. *wrinkles nose* That was mean.
bright_shiny_thing: *mutters* Do not sound like Mariah Carey. So do not.

x_pyromaniac: Well, she was all, "Mariah needs Mariah time now!" last thing I heard.

bright_shiny_thing: I do not speak of myself in the third person. Ha. She's a fruitcake. And has the most annoying high pitched giggle this side of creation. And almost half the industry is like that at one time or another, now that I think of it. Erk.

x_pyromaniac: Including you?

bright_shiny_thing: : p Well. Lorna insists I'm insane, anyway. Heh.

x_pyromaniac: Well, I could have told you that.

bright_shiny_thing: *chuckles* I'd rather be insane than boring, really.

x_pyromaniac: I won't tell you when you're being both, then.

bright_shiny_thing: Much appreciated. *nods solemnly*
bright_shiny_thing: A little insanity is good in life. Keeps things interesting. *wry grin* Anyone in particular have a talent for driving you insane?

x_pyromaniac: Yeah, but I'm trying to reform, you know? And it's doing good, I think. Fucking with Sam's mind kinda helps. Gives me someone else to focus on.

bright_shiny_thing: *whimpers* Can I ask nicely for maybe a bit less of the fucking with Sam's mind? Pretty please? And... yeah. Reforming. Not so easy that one. I kinda failed miserably at it myself... Being best friends with him kinda made it hard. In the end, turned out he wanted me back though.

x_pyromaniac: Oh, I know Bobby wants me. That ain't the problem.

bright_shiny_thing: *blinks* Oh. Oooh. *tilts head* What would the problem be, if you don't mind my asking?

x_pyromaniac: Well being fucked into the bed by Mr. Slice-and-Dice kind of gets in the way.

bright_shiny_thing: ...
bright_shiny_thing: Er. Gimme a sec to clean the coffee from the keyboard, would ya?

x_pyromaniac: Sure.
x_pyromaniac: That was my reaction. Minus the coffee.

bright_shiny_thing: Actually, give me another minute. I'm going to go hit something. Wait. Are you sure abou- *stops* You wouldn't say that unless you were. Be right back.

x_pyromaniac: Fine.

bright_shiny_thing: M'back. Sorry about that. I... yeah.

x_pyromaniac: My reaction was to hit several things. And do some burning. Course, Magneto wouldn't have been a happy man, so I didn't.

bright_shiny_thing: I'll burn/laser/hit stuff for you?

x_pyromaniac: Thanks, Miss B.
x_pyromaniac: But. Yeah. That wasn't even the worst thing, I guess.

bright_shiny_thing: ...
bright_shiny_thing: I put the coffee away now...

x_pyromaniac: I talked to him about it. Bobby I mean.

bright_shiny_thing: *nods*

x_pyromaniac: and he was all, "Yeah, come back, you can fuck me!"

bright_shiny_thing: John... how long ago did that conversation happen, after you'd first left?

x_pyromaniac: I dunno. Three weeks?

bright_shiny_thing: Did Bobby want you before you left, that you know? Or did you only find out then? Because... he didn't take it well. That you left, I mean. From what I could tell, though keep in mind I wasn't close to that, not as much as others were. *shrugs* Maybe he was just lashing out?

x_pyromaniac: He told me then. When I told him I didn't have anything to come back to.
x_pyromaniac: He got all, "You can fuck me, I like being fucked!"
x_pyromaniac: and christ, Miss B, I haven't waited in the fucking wings this long to find he's...easy.

bright_shiny_thing: *sigh* He was angry, John. Could be he was trying to get something out you, any emotion as long as it got him something... And you were angry too, at that. Couldn't be anything good coming out of that...
bright_shiny_thing: Again. Could be wrong. But... there'd be only one sure way to find out, hon.

bright_shiny_thing: Again. Could be wrong. But... there'd be only one sure way to find out, hon.

x_pyromaniac: I am not coming back for someone who spreads his legs for anything with a dick.

bright_shiny_thing: But does he really John? Think of all you know about Bobby. And you know him far better than I, I've no doubt there. That happens, when you watch someone so much. Regardless of what he told you... do you really think that's what he's like?

x_pyromaniac: I don't know him. I don't know anything anymore. Nothing's the same now.

bright_shiny_thing: No. Nothing isn't, really. *sighs* Change affects us all that way. And there was a lot of that, in a short time. Guess that leaves another question me with another question now.

x_pyromaniac: Yeah?

bright_shiny_thing: Are you willing to to try, and find out who he is, all over again?

x_pyromaniac: Oh, fuck. Someone's been watching too much Oprah.

bright_shiny_thing: I don't watch Oprah. *wry grin* And bottom line is... the choice is yours to make, John.

x_pyromaniac: Yeah well. I might come back. Might.

bright_shiny_thing: *smiles* Being a very selfish person sometimes... I have to say I'd like that. A lot. But I'll stop poking at you now.

x_pyromaniac: Thanks. It's much appreciated.

bright_shiny_thing: *nods*

x_pyromaniac: Oh shit. Shit.

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bright_shiny_thing: O_O
bright_shiny_thing: John?

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Drat. And Jono's got Metallica tickets, so even he's not quite his usual sucking black pit of despair right now.

Well, at least Rogue's being snarly and avoidant, so all is not lost. :)