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


( Computer, gimme! )

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? )

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. )

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Piper,

I should have contacted you before now. Yesterday. But I found myself having to pretty much be all over.

Dorian is dead. He was killed by Cailean.

I managed to get a hit on Cailean, but he played dirty and used a bystander to break Pat's concentration on the prayer we were saying together on the phone. I think he's probably pretty pissed. He'll probably try to come at me soon.

And I just saw a post by Mark, talking about his son, Josh having already been taken by 'him'?

I meant, again, to mention this before? But we're having a few time glitches. I'm hoping that they don't get worse and that they work themselves out. But a bit ago we had a bit of a time incident and I think it has had some ripples. I thiiiiink, eventually, the ripples will calm down. It's just that the initial pebble thrown into the time stream kind of sent a few wave-disruptions. Three different universes/worlds, kind of 'crossed' and 'mixed'.

It should eventually settle down. These things occasionally happen. It's just usually no one notices. But well? Three disruptions can throw anyone off.

Belief in something is the key against Cailean. Mark's heading to the Rock Bottom annnnd he's not willing to listen to anything. So, I'm backing off that. At least I tried. Too tired to try to chase after people and try to help where help isn't wanted. Have my hands full enough with my family closest to me.

I hope things are going better?


GDH

who: Dorian and Cailean and Koan
Where: Dorian's Keystone apartment
When: Saturday Morning

"Ciao baby." Dorian snapped the cell phone closed and smiled. He'd just gotten one of his clients a big magazine layout. He'd also finally talked her into eating 'something, anything, try Healthy Choice dinners, something!' And threatened if she didn't do it, he was going to have it leaked that she was anorexic. So the woman agreed to get a 'little something to eat'. Well, that was better than outright denial at the moment.

He fell into his seat and called his next contact. "James, baby, sweetheart? How are you doing?" He asked enthusiastically. "Did you manage to get that recording of Piper yet? No? Welllll, keep trying, dreamboat. No, I'm not going to kill him. And if you win him over? You get to keep him. I'm not taking that away from you. I just want a recording of his music. So I can evaluate it."

"Have dinner for him. Cook for him. Give him a massage... try putting on soft music... come on? Do I have to write out your entire date again?" He asked irritated. "You don't need career assistance, you need a social director!" He huffed. "Look, it's not that hard. Be NICE to the man, and be patient... I'm not even sure anymore that I want to do anything with the man. Digger well, he cares about the little prat, and... Look, I already said I wasn't going to KILL him. And as I was saying, I'm not even sure I still want to 'use' him. Digger and his brats seem to like the guy. And, I don't know... I think I may have made a friend in one of Digger's friends... So... oh for crying out loud. There's recipes on the Internet! I cooked for your date with him last time!" He continued to talk in the phone. "You want this guy? You have to do at least a bit of the work! Innnnternet. In-ter-net! Look a recipe up. I gotta go. I got other calls. And, James? TRY not to talk about buildings all night? They're lame when you're trying to romance someone." He hung up on architect James.

Who: Digger, Roy, April, and Roy's ex, as well as Jericho and mmm Jenni and/or Piper can be there too if she wants?
Where: Roy's apartment
When: Friday after Digger's body his hauled back.


Digger was sitting on the couch, slowly eating mushy food and watching cartoons. Enthralled. He'd made the surprising announcement when his body was brought in, that he would not jump out of her body until someone was there to take care of April and her injuries. She was now actively aware, but he was using himself as a buffer between her and the pain of her injuries.

That meant that Jericho was still duct taped, and was consigned to the bathtub, additionally taped DOWN. Not a happy person. Digger could care less.

His eyes were big as he watched Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck play around. Oooooo... so this is what JJ liked. ...neat!

He smiled around a spoonful of mush as he watched them argue about Rabbit and Duck Season.

Who: Digger Harkness in April's body and Rainbow Raider
Where: Raider's place
WHEN: This is after everyone leaves for Metropolis

( Roy is a good'un, we're keepin' him )

My cats finally killed the modem and we're having to replace it. Currently leeching to post this message.

Tried to fix it all morning/afternoon and it ain't working.

The cats are having a victory party. Me? I'm shaking my fist at them and telling them no catnip for a MONTH!

Dh is running out to get a new router. Sorry to those I'm currently in threads/logs with. I'm hurrying. /headdesk/

The cats are so proud of their 'kill'. /facepalms/ All it was doing was blinking at them. Maybe the blinks had an insult in it.

Who: Digger Harkness and Piper
When: Morning
Where: Owen's House


He wasn't sure if he was awake or still asleep.

Sometime in the night, his thumb had somehow crept into his mouth. It was still there, just laying along the edge, his mouth slack. He couldn't seem to summon the energy to pull it away, either. He was staring blankly ahead, seeing the room, but at the same time wasn't.

He was pretty sure this wasn't his memory, but it was at the same time. Because he was reliving it, and it was pretty damn real.

It started out sedate enough, mundane.

He was carried out to a car, and put into an old booster seat, then strapped in. The snap of the buckle in place makes him nearly jump, even though he knows it's not really happening. It has 'new meaning' for some reason. An ominous meaning. The sound of a car starting, and he's suddenly finding the strength to sit up and is breathing hard.

His ribs pull as he does so, and Digger is looking around frantically trying to figure out why he's suddenly feeling scared! He didn't live through the wreck after all...

Pushing himself off the couch, he searches out his son's laptop. He wants to check on Piper. Via IM or something.

gravedigger19: P? are you on?

Who: Digger, Axel, and Luke
Where: Waiting Room at the end of the corridor
When: FRIDAY night

Considering that the time different between realms was very vast, they'd actually made pretty good time, either way.

Of course, it seemed longer to them, but really not much time had passed in this world. It had gone pretty much to plan once they got out of Middle Management Hell. It had been a bit touch and go there, simply because someone kept wanting them to 'make an appointment'.

Finally, they'd run for it and escaped. Without having taken a number!

They'd made their way to the hospital, to see Axel. Digger cringing all the way because he'd realized he'd run out of time on his schedule to talk to Owen. He was going to be in SO much trouble, he knew that.

He wasn't in his room, but basically Nicki went ahead and reclaimed her body, going to sleep and taking a nap before the 'big revival' for tomorrow. Might as well take advantage huh?

They checked the waiting room, as Digger zeroed in on Axel's 'spirit' and found him there.

Of course, probably because there was coffee and donuts on offer there? Who knew.

"I know the hair is a bit of a shock. But, all in all? It's improved a LOT in the last year. Afraid there's no help for the plaid though." He sighed.

Who: Dorian and Axel
Where: Waffle House
When: About three AM


Dorian had a HUGE stack of waffles with syrup and powdered sugar and whipped cream. He also had some blueberries and sausages. As well as a gigantic mug of coffee. He was also making happy noises, and flirting with the waitress... waiter... manager... other costumers... his fork...

He was equal opportunity!

"I swear, if I hadn't already promised my heart to another? I would whisk you away from here and take you to a tropical island, just you... me... and another plate of waffles just like this!" He swore, hand over what should be his heart.

The waitress rolled her eyes, grinning, swatting playfully at him. "You flirt."

"ME? Never. I speak only the truth!" He promised. "Only my true love keeps me from absconding with you... and your kitchen supplies." He winked.

She was laughing as she walked away.

Who: Digger, Nicki, and later Luke (Please realize this is a closed post, so that means no Dorian and No C-man. Neither are to know they're rooting around down there.)
Where: From Hospital to Reap then to Hell
When: Afternoon of the Funeral

They'd arrived in the Emergency Room and Digger wove the story about how they'd both been out to eat, and were now feeling really really sick. It was all a lie, of course, but he wanted them to get taken to one of the bays inside to eventually be seen by a doctor or nurse. It was all part of the 'plan'.

When they got back there, that would be when the second part of the plan took place. So, they did the usual with the temperature, blood pressure, weight thing. Brief medical histories...

It was noted that Digger had been there recently for a concussion, his wrist and his ankle after being hit by a car. Nicki, his daughter, apparently had no medical records there and was 'generally really healthy'. And, 'homeschooled', when asked. When it came to the Living Will segment of the conversation, Digger was quick to give them the information that stated they wanted life support and that relatives and such would take care of everything. NO TURNING THEM OFF DAMN IT!

Nicki couldn't astral project under normal circumstances because she was simply a different 'breed' of demon than Digger. Each had different attributes under normal circumstances. But, on the plus side? Digger not only could astral project, but he could drag OTHERS out of their body as well to travel with him.

As soon as the nurse left them alone, Digger scooted a chair closer to the little examining room bed and sat down on it, holding out his hand. "Ready to go?" He whispered to her. "Once we're out of our bodies, they'll come in here and find our bodies in comas. They'll take care of them after that. Till we're back."

"We'll go take care of my Reap, and when I open the portal to Hell? We just jump in with him rather than just throwing him in and shutting it."