[EVENT] - Kharveryos

[zenderael_mods]

Who: Open
When: Friday/Saturday/Sunday, 4/1-4/3
Where: The Culture Center
Before/After: N/A
Warnings: Language. Violence, injury, combat. Cannibalism in 9pm thread.

[OOC post for this event is here]

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[inchesofevil]

That was promising. Duncan was pretty into this idea, it was fairly obvious from his body language. "Awesome, you handle the coding side and I can organize the data, just tell me how I need to format it."

[andlivefreely]

Mal pondered further, biting into one of the loukoumades to provide him with a convenient pause while he chewed and swallowed.

"I'll hafta get back to you once I figure out the best way to organize it." He'd probably have to try out a few layouts and see which best fit an app, since most of his programming work had been done for computers, not phones. Still, he liked the idea.

But that also got him pondering the blog, and how useful it actually was. It wasn't a database. It didn't have a decent search function. It didn't track information very easily. "Shit, I'm gonna hafta remake the site."

[deselfing]

"Is it yours?"

She was looking at Mal while they spoke. At some point she'd started to twist her hair around her finger, a habit she'd tried to break at some point in her life but had never actually succeeded with it.

"The site."

[inchesofevil]

Thank you Theresa for mentioning that, because Duncan hadn't even noticed. He looked surprised at the question and gave Mal a confused look. He didn't ask, Theresa already had; he just waited for the answer.

[andlivefreely]

Mal was kind of used to Duncan not noticing things, so Theresa pointing it out had been unexpected. Not that he minded, really, since if he went with remaking the site, Duncan could prove useful, even vital, in its new format. "Yeah, after the crackle cat I wanted to get info out for people who ran across shit like that. Just didn't want people to start texting me direct or swampin' my email once they knew who I was."

He grinned at Duncan. "Glad you think I know my shit, by the way."

[deselfing]

She considered this briefly. She hadn't seen anything herself, just the sylphie... and no one had been willing to believe it then. She'd simply... accepted it. There it was, hovering over her fruit bowl. She couldn't imagine a whole site filled with less benign creatures in an attempt to make people believe what had been obvious to her from the start.

She hummed, thoughtful, hands pressing against the wall behind the small of her back, falling back into silence.

[inchesofevil]

Duncan gave him a flat look. "You only asked because you wanted to hear me praise you without knowing it was you."

[andlivefreely]

Mal's grin didn't fade in the slightest. "Oh, c'mon, Chief. You know I value your opinion." Most of the time. "If you'd said somethin' was wrong with it, I woulda had to fix it!"

[deselfing]

People did that? Really? She was starting to look a little bewildered at the interaction between the two. It was almost too much just having one other person there.

"Chief?" she interjected again.

[inchesofevil]

"Mal can't call anyone by their real name," Duncan explained, as annoyed as he always sounded by that particular quirk. But he knew his annoyance only encouraged Mal, alas.

[andlivefreely]

With the explanation, Mal feigned being distraught, hand going to his chest and giving Theresa a sad look, though the hint of a grin at the edge of his mouth might give him away. "It's terrible. I have a phobia of names, you see, so I have to give people nicknames in order to be able to tell them apart." His head leaned back, expression going thoughtful as he considered Theresa. "Think I'll designate you Dewey until further notice," he said with a nod.

[deselfing]

She blinked at Mal, as though trying to figure out if he was kidding or not. Not knowing him, she had no reason to believe he was lying, and her ability to detect sarcasm was notoriously terrible, being the type to read things at face value. "I'd rather you not," she said point-blank, her voice flat, before her attention returned to the floor.

[inchesofevil]

"Hah," Duncan shot back with a smug grin, as if Theresa's refusal was a personal victory. "See, not everyone is willing to put up with your shit."

[andlivefreely]

That only amused him further. "So? That just makes it more fun," he said, grinning broadly. Since when did Mal actually listen to someone who told him not to call them something?

Since never.

"Soooo should I leave you two alone now?" Mal asked, glancing between the two.

[deselfing]

That would be fine by her.

Hopefully her continued silence said as much.

[inchesofevil]

"Apparently, yes," he replied. It was a yes on his end too. Not that he disliked having Mal around, but he just didn't have the energy to keep it up right now.

[andlivefreely]

Mal let out a dramatic sigh, complete with the back of his hand touching his brow. "My friends. Don't even want me around." Sniff.

With a smirk, he grabbed up his cane. "Later, Chief. Dewey," he said, offering a wave as he started walking away, looking for either Gabe or a table to sit at to finish his sweets.

[deselfing]

She watched Mal off, frowning. Had he not heard her?

Another point in favour of not having friends, she supposed.

"Always?..." she asked Duncan. Was he always like that?

[inchesofevil]

He responded with a wave of his own and a brief, "Later."

When Theresa spoke he looked to her. It took him a second to puzzle out what her question meant. "Yeah, he's always like that. You get used to it."

[deselfing]

She gave him a blank look before her eyes followed Mal, sifting through the crowd again. Get used to it? She wasn't quite so sure she wanted to get used to it. No, she was actually rather sure she didn't want to.

But he didn't seem to mind... "...it's all right to you?"

[inchesofevil]

"In small doses," he replied, returning his focus to his gyro. Which was getting cold now thanks Mal.

[deselfing]

It was clear she didn't understand it, but she was not the type to criticize. She accepted that it was something he tolerated that she could not imagine tolerating herself and let the matter be. Besides, he was eating.

However, it seemed the moment had passed for conversation. Unless he asked her something, she herself had nothing more to say, and so she remained a silent presence beside him against the wall.