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Who: Derrick and Owen
When: Two days after the movies
Where: From Digger's to the Mall


Computer, gimme!Collapse )

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Letter to OwenCollapse )
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Who: Derrick and Owen
When: A week or so? After Axel and Owen broke up
Where: From Digger's to the movies and back

Fast and the Furious... it had cars?Collapse )

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Derrick and Owen
Sometime after Owen and Axel break up
(It was kind of a random RP, so not sure of the context before-hand.)

It'll be all right.Collapse )

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Who: Digger, Derrick, and Owen
Where: Digger's House
When: Day after big fight

Digger was sitting on the couch, his sore leg pillowed on the coffee table which was pushed closer to the couch to make it easier. Remote in hand, he was watching the 'guide' to see if anything decent was on.

Owen was... somewhere in the house. He wasn't sure. But, if Digger needed anything? He had a bell. It was cliche, but it worked. He'd just ring his bell to call for assistance.

There was a brief knock on the door, and then Derrick let himself in. He'd already been given that permission by Digger so it wasn't that big a deal. "Hey how are you?" He asked Digger, his arms wrapped around a large grocery bag.

Digger opened his mouth and absolutely nothing came out. Just a low 'hhhhh' sound which wasn't even the 'old' language.

"Man..." Derrick shook his head slowly, then smiled. "Any chance this is permanent?" He joked.

Digger picked up an envelope beside him, a bill that came in the mail, and threw it at Derrick with a snap of his wrist. It circled in an arc around the room, smacked the man on the side of the head before rebounding back to him.

"How the fuck do you DO that?" Derrick stared at him.

Digger just looked smug and sipped his hot tea. Not like he could 'answer' anyway.

"I brought comfort foods." Derrick announced, heading to the kitchen. "Specifically ICE CREAM which is good for SORE THROATS!" He stuck his head back out in the living room. "Feel guilty yet?"

Digger gave him a mild glare and unable to say anything specifically? Answered in 'sign language that was universal'. He flipped him off.

Derrick just lightly tsked him and went back into the kitchen.

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Won't be around a few days. Taking time out to rest up, heal up, and get my voice back. It's completely gone now. Knee's a bit sore. Not to mention? I just need a break from everything.

Just saying in case any one wonders.

Roscoe? What can I say? That was awesome. You're in my thoughts as is Pat. I'm proud to call you brother. Love ya, mate. I'm sending 'mental hugs' your way until I can get back up and going again.

Nicki? Just send my paperwork with Derrick. I'll get it done here and send it back to you. Yeah, yeah, I know. Triplicate. Sign everything at the bottom. Use all the right codes, and use the calculator and double check the figures. I really really hate paperwork.
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Who: Digger and Owen (And Derrick)
Where: Digger's place
When: After Owen's visit to the rockbottom to see Axel



"Think Pat's gone to Roscoe yet?" Derrick asked watching the television in front of him intently. He was starting to see why Nicki liked cable so much. So far they'd played the playstation thing, had meals, and now they were watching movies. Derrick was still sitting on the couch, steadily eating the little chocolates and watching what was on the screen.

"Probably not. But I can hope?" Digger clicked his tongue and added a few hisses. Cursing in the other language he was far more familiar with these days. Most humans barely noticed.

But, Derrick did. "Such language. Does everyone realize what a foul mouth you are?"

"Uh, yeah?" Digger snorted.

"Well, as long as they know." Derrick nodded, stretching his long legs out in front of him and jamming them under the coffee table.

"Theyyyy know." Digger assured. "This movie? Makes no sense." He decided.

"It's a metaphor." Derrick told him.

"Of?"

"Fuck if I know." Derrick sighed.

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Who: Digger, Derrick, Pat, and uh... anyone else living there? (aka Jenni and/or Owen)
Where: Digger's house
When: Day after Nicki's clean up at her house


They were sitting on the couch, side by side. The front door was open and the outer door had the storm window down and the screen in place. It was easy to see inside the house and easier still to call through it.

The windows behind the couch were also open, screens up in place, and the curtains pulled back.

Both men were each holding a controller and on the television in front of them they controlled race cars.

Derrick was currently winning, which was why Digger was reaching out with one of his hands trying to cover Derrick's eyes.

"Cheater cheater cheater cheater!" Derrick chanted trying to duck under the hand and dodge it. He refused to move his eyes from the screen, but he started opening his mouth, trying to bite the hand trying to cover his eyes.

"Ack, no biting!" Digger laughed, moving his hand rapidly around, trying to block the other man's view.

Derrick kept trying to bite, and Digger kept trying to block his view.

And on the screen, both race cars had pretty much veered off the track and were going through the grass.

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Digger looks both ways, and then hobbles up, a basket in his free hand. The cane in the other.

Perched on his head? Rabbit ears.

He sets the basket of chocolate at Piper's door (He figures JJ's in there and the note says it is for both of them.) The entire basket is filled with chocolate, because... well... JJ? And then takes off as fast as he can hobble.

Yes, it is the day after Easter. But the candy goes on half price or more the day after!

Back home, complete easter baskets for Jenni, Owen, and for Bart and Axel (to be given when he's back.) Including stuffed bunnies. Roscoe got his on the actual day of Easter. And Roy's was being delivered!

He's pensive, worried, and more upset than he wants to admit. For all he knows? This will be the last chance to give anyone anything. And he'd never been much of a giver. So, at least the effort was made. And still, he's pensive...

He goes home to watch some television and read.
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Private journal entry but of course can be hacked probably by JJCollapse )
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