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action; in casa milkovich

[gentrify]

[ as mickey heads for the door, he's calling out over his shoulder to ian, wherever he may be: ]

I gotta go beat someone's ass, I'll be back in a while. [ the front door creaks open, ] Text me if you want somethin' from the corner store.

[crazycarrotboy]

[Poking his head out from around the corner. ]

Do you need backup? Don't pick a fight with bigfoot on your own.

[gentrify]

Nah, just some metalhead picking on a kid, wants to pull that 'pecking order' shit. Pfft. [ there's a dismissive sound. he has to teach someone about how gang violence works. freaking amateurs. ]

Won't take long. I'll call if I'm bleeding out.

[crazycarrotboy]

[Looks at him like he isn't sure he shouldn't come, since it seems like any fight here should have backup, but ultimately decides to trust him. It's Mickey and he more or less knows his own strength.]

If you're bleeding out call that Eddie kid, because it'll be your own damn fault for being a piss poor shot and not asking me to come. And we need coffee. Do you seriously only drink beer?

[gentrify]

[ mickey's head pokes back in the door, hands pulling down the hem of a hoodie he's dragging on, cigarette hanging from his lips. the 'piss poor shot' comments gets ian and flat expression and the finger, but otherwise, this is a fairly casual chat. ]

No, no guns. He doesn't need that shit, he's just being a bitch. I'll handle it. [ after all, he doesn't have anything against Billy. it's just that he told eddie he's watch out for him, so he's watching out for him. apparently that's not as impersonal a thing as he thought it was. why does everyone get so offended by violence, jesus. ] Yeah, and Gatorade, so?

[ don't judge his choices. ]

Coffee, I got it.

[crazycarrotboy]

[ Ian smirks at the finger. Mickey is a perfectly good shot, it's just that Ian's better, and reminding Mickey of that is always good for a reaction.]

Fine, but seriously, don't bleed out.

[gentrify]

Yeah yeah, go read a book or watch Oprah or whatever the fuck you do when I'm not around.

[ except, in about 15 minutes, Mind Flayer!Billy will show up and mickey will realize he has Fucked Up, and Ian will be hearing him yell for a gun. but, hey, that's probably not going to be that surprising. ]

[crazycarrotboy]

[It takes a moment for Ian to realize that the sound he hears is Mickey from outside the house. He grabs his own small handgun off the table and grabs Mickey's AK from the living room, throwing open the door to the outside and readying himself for whatever he sees, tossing Mickey his gun when he's close enough.]

What the fuck, Mick?

[gentrify]

[ at some point once mickey's on the move again and makes it back into the house, this conversation occurs. maybe he came to grab bandages, or burn ointment, or a bottle of vodka, who even knows, time is an illusion. ]

How was I supposed to know he needs a fuckin' exorcist? [ mickey's calling out as he storms through the house, voice echoing off the walls and hands gesturing wildly, as he does. ] Not like he introduced himself with it - 'Hi, I'm Billy, I like hair bands and muscle cars and worshiping fucking Satan'?

[ because seriously, what the fuck was that ]

[crazycarrotboy]

[Ian follows Mickey in, ready to ask for an explanation if Mickey didn't offer any.]

What the fuck even was that? Are you friends?

[Sure seems like it as he gathers all the first aid in the house.]

[gentrify]

Since when do I have friends?

[ pffft, miss him with that gay shit, ian, please. and yet, yes, he is gathering up first aid stuff, or, at least towels and what can pass for antiseptic (a bottle of vodka). don't @ him, ok? ]

I have no fuckin' clue, he just said he's possessed by something that killed him before. Failed to mention that before he came charging up the driveway like a nutjob.

[crazycarrotboy]

I don't know! Since when do you take the entire medicine cabinet to a stranger?

[Continues to follow him as he stomps around, undeterred.]

So is he going to turn back into that? I'm coming with you.

[gentrify]

Since the whole medicine cabinet is about 2 goddamn things.

[ well, not exactly. it's scarce and one of the main things that'll keep you alive in this place, but mickey hasn't had a lot of time to scavenge yet. ]

If he does, you're gonna doubletap him. [ yes, Ian, you are coming with, and you are the artillery back-up, mickey glancing down to the gun and back up. ] Accurate at 200 yards, right?

[crazycarrotboy]

[Picking up the gun.]

At least, but fuck you if you think I'm just going to jack off out on the roof waiting while you patch up a literal monster. Too much can happen at that close range.

[gentrify]

[ mickey's almost to the door when he turns back, putting a hand on ian's chest to stop him. ] You're not gonna jack off on the roof waiting, you're gonna jack off on the front porch waiting, because fuck you too if you think I'm letting you anywhere near that asshole.

[ shut up and let him protect you. and avoid escalating this at the same time. ]

He's freaked out enough as it is, we don't need your too intense ass looming over him with a Glock.

[crazycarrotboy]

[Ian looks unconvinced. And stubborn]

He's not some wounded animal, he could have killed you! Making him someone who needs to be loomed over.

[gentrify]

He literally is a wounded animal. I blowtorched his arm.

[ yeah, by the way, that happened. ian probably wasn't out there yet for that part. that's what the towels and shit are for. ]

I'll keep it nearby, okay? Fire scares the shit out of him. [ well, 'it', but mickey is far from the first person to care about grammar here. ]

[crazycarrotboy]

You better. And if he fucks up and tries to roll over too fast I'm putting two between his eyes.

[But he's at least giving in, that much is clear. He'll stay on the damn porch and hate every second of it.]

[gentrify]

Yeah, GI Ginger, we get it. I'm not saying don't be ready for it. [ he's just going to have to make sure to position himself between ian's line of sight and billy's face. it's fine. ]

Keep it up, Gallagher, this American Sniper shit's getting me all hot. [ a wink and a kiss quickly pecked on his lips, and mickey's swooping back out the door to the driveway. ]

[crazycarrotboy]

Just do what you have to do. Fast.

[Still unhappy about keeping his distance, but kissing Mickey back with a nod.]

weee time skip, i do what i want

[gentrify]

Yeah yeah, I hear you.

[ a pat to his cheek, and mickey parts from him to deal with the billy situation.

30 minutes later, without more hulk incidents or billy getting double tapped, mickey's shrugging his jacket off inside the house after they step back in, watching billy walk down the sidewalk and away. ]

I'll tell you one thing, possession ain't that kid's only issue. Jesus. [ a glance to ian, trying to gauge if he's still rattled. ] You okay?

[crazycarrotboy]

[If anything, now he just seems antsy. Foot tapping as he waited for Mickey to return. He's set down the gun though, so, basically fine.]

Of course I'm okay, I didn't do shit. You could have used me out there.

[gentrify]

[ antsy, mickey can deal with. it's not going off the deep end, it's not escalation, it's not raging or pissed off. he can soothe antsy, and mickey reaches out, hooking fingers around ian's wrist and tugging him in. ]

To do what, help me water the asshole lying on the ground? It's fine, he's on his way home to sit in time out and think about what he's done.

[crazycarrotboy]

[Ian huffs, still on edge but not fighting Mickey taking his hand.]

Before that. Did you know? That there was a chance he could lose it like that?

[gentrify]

Yeah, shithead told me he was possessed and I was like 'fuck yeah, I always wanted to get skull punched straight through by the Hulk'. [ which is pretty obviously sarcasm, the typical kind that comes from mickey, which is rambled out fast and casual. the hand at ian's wrist tugs him in closer, the other going to the side of his boyfriend's neck while he meets his eyes, swapping out the sarcasm for sincerity. ]

I swear, if I knew I picked a fight with an actual monster I'd have brought you, okay?

[crazycarrotboy]

[Ian believes him, of course he does, and he gives in a bit more. It's not that he's angry so much as scared. He hasn't been here long, but he's not willing to put anything up to chance. Not when there's everything to lose.]

You shouldn't be picking fights with anyone alone here, okay? It's too unpredictable, and I'm not losing you to some stupid, preventable bullshit.

voice » un. paramedical

[rehashing]

( Like Stephen, she has fond, protective feelings for Ian. They were friends. She doesn't know if everyone snapped back after the mayhem on deck, but either way she needs to check in. She cares for him. He's a real person. Somehow, he knows among the phantoms and fakes here, Ian and Stephen are real people. She forgoes text in favor of calling, the magical Fluid network not letting her down.

She listens to the tone as it rings. Pick up, Ian. )

Re: voice » un. paramedical

[crazycarrotboy]

[ Ian forgets he has his fluid at all most of the time, and certainly recently - so when it rings it takes him a moment to register the sound. Pulling it from his pocket he looks at the caller ID, remembering in a sort of surreal way their last meeting, and how out of his head he'd been. He still doesn't really understand it.

He picks up. ]

Hey.

[rehashing]

( Elena understands it, somehow. That she believed she was someone else under different circumstances. But, that doesn't matter because this is real and it's getting more dangerous. )

Ian. Are you -- ( She looks back outside, and around to the walls. ) Are you on deck or down below?

[crazycarrotboy]

Below. Guess no version of me wants to be upstairs, huh?

[ It's an adjustment, realizing he's still integrating his real memories with his false ones, but on a gut level he knows his conversations with Elena has been real. Though the finer details, well, he'd just wait and see if she brought it up. If he can help it.]

Trouble with the beautiful people?

[rehashing]

( She smiles to herself, her feet now moving back to the staircase bringing her back to the staterooms. )

If by trouble you mean, watching all the beautiful people get sliced in half because these wires sprung out from the walls, then, sure. I'm fine. I'm still a vampire. And still not going to do anything to you if you still worried about that. Is your room suddenly ... older and sunken looking?

[crazycarrotboy]

[ That was... more than he was expecting to hear. ]

Woah, woah, back up. People are getting sliced in half? What the fuck is going on?

[ It really does put the confirmation that she's a vampire lower of his list of concerns. ]

Are you okay?

[rehashing]

I'm fine. They missed me. Other people on deck weren't so lucky. Are you in your room?

( Doesn't matter, because she is making her way down the corridor as she speaks. )

[crazycarrotboy]

I'm in a room. I don't have any idea how to tell you to find it though. Shit.

[ Mickey's still asleep next to him, and he moves lightly out of the bed, sliding into his pants. ]

Can you get to the engine room? I'll meet you.

[rehashing]

( She stops, turning back around. Of course he's not in his room. )

No, it's okay.

( And then, the Engine Room. She knows where it is. She never went there. But, she did go into the ship's depths. )

I know where it is. ( At least in the direction. ) Ian. Be careful, okay? Stephen still thinks he's -- Stephen Harrington III. But, he's in his room and ( As far as she knows ) safe.

[crazycarrotboy]

Fuck. Steve. Thanks for checking on him.

[ Ian doesn't bother with his clothing beyond pants and an undershirt. Back in his own mind, he doesn't care what anyone he might pass would think about his state of undress. He slips into his shoes and quietly steps into the hall, closing the door behind him.

He looks around as he walks. ]

Everything seems okay down here. Or, I don't know, quiet at least.

[rehashing]

I may be me again, but I remember everything and I still care about him. It's like having a brother that I never really had. Except, I did, his name's Jeremy and he's off at art school.

( So. Something about her, then. She's since pulled her hair out of her tight bun and it's falling in big waves around her ear. )

I think it's because you weren't on deck. Until sunrise I'll see this ship like it sunk. My friend Damon told me by sunrise everything goes back to normal. Do you think that means I'll forget who I am again?

[crazycarrotboy]

We better not.

[ If he really thinks about it, Ian's head still feels fuzzy with the new information, but he knows he doesn't want to forget any of what's downloading its way back. ]

Okay, so we stay down here. Grab Steve and hole up. I'm not losing what I just got back.

[ His memories or Mickey. ]

[rehashing]

( Count two for 'we better not.' )

Let's regroup first. Who knows if taking Steve and keeping him down there won't do more harm than good. Convincing him something is amiss is hard enough. Everybody thinks this is a vacation.