Thistle and Weeds

[dishevelment]

Who: Cosmic Indulgence, Junkyard Carnival, their friends, and YOU
What: Things have changed in recent weeks, personally and professionally. People need to meet. Things need to be discussed
When: Latter part of March
Where: All around Vista City
Warnings: Carnies, Squalo, etc. Things get wild with these guys.



[Insert your prompts as needed, folks. This is a catch-all for everyone to react!]

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[thetruehistorian]

[Robin glances at the knife, then up at Sabo, then giggles.]

Is that your idea of a pickup line? I'll give you points for originality, though you might want to swap the pocket knife for something a bit more feminine next time.

[She reaches out, her fingers glancing along his palm as she takes the proffered knife.]

You're Sabo, right? Recently signed with a new band?

[vivelarevolution]

That's not for you.

[he grabs her hand as she takes it, holding it firmly but not painfully so, watching her familiar eyes. He remembered something about this. A distant memory of heat and... panic. He tries to keep himself grounded though, his feet on the ground his eyes on hers]

I'm looking for the person who dropped it. If it's not yours then leave it.

[thetruehistorian]

[Her expression never changes, but her eyes, ever the traitors, soften just enough. She doesn't move her hand, not yet.]

Shouldn't you be thronged by groupies and bodyguards? How did you sneak away?

[vivelarevolution]

[what is that expression? What does it mean? Sympathy? It's strange that she should be looking at him. But mostly it annoys him that she changes the topic...

Unless of course, it's an answer. An answer without an answer. Was she hiding something? Why? He lets her have the knife, putting his hands in his pockets and eyeing her warily]

I'm not that important and I'm not that big a name either. Not yet anyway.

[thetruehistorian]

[She takes the knife and tucks it away in her jacket.]

You're more important than you remember. That's why they try so hard to tear you down.

[Robin turns to go, then takes another chance and glances over her shoulder. He may not think he has bodyguards or spies around, but even so, he probably does. It's an ill advised risk, but she wants to be clear.]

Thanks for bringing it back to me.

[vivelarevolution]

[important? He straightens. What does she mean? Why does he feel it's true? He knows it's not... at least not in the way he means it. But for some reason it reminds him of something precious that he wants to hold between his hands.

But more importantly, she was the one. The one who had made the coffee and left the note. She was so mysterious. But there something else. He couldn't figure it out. She's thanking him while he's trying to puzzle so he adds absently:]

Yeah... No problem.

[but then as she's about to leave, something makes him say]

Wait!

[thetruehistorian]

[Robin pauses, turning back once again.]

What is it?

[vivelarevolution]

[he hesitates because it sounds stupid and in the end just mutters.]

Stay away from lava...

[and turns on his heel to walk away, hands in his pockets and shaken]

[thetruehistorian]

[Robin blinks a few times. Is he talking about the dream, or something else? But she smiles all the same.]

I will, I promise.

[There's nothing in her tone to suggest she's making fun of him. She's touched by his concern. She turns on her heels and makes her way along the street, furtively watching him go from an ojo fleur sprouted just below the light on a lamp post.]