lights out!

[velveteened]

Date & Time: 4/20, all day
Location: the apartments!
Characters: everyone, tag yourselves in!
Summary: as detailed here, the power will be out from early morning to midnight this night.
Warnings: PROBABLY NOT? will update if need be.

[ catch-all log for blackout shenanigans! ]

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[ringbeast]

"You should pay more attention," he chastises, coming through the door and immediately almost knocking something over. He catches whatever it is and puts it back, probably where it's supposed to go? Possibly standing right-side-up? Who knows.

"I thought you might want some company, and I thought I had a flashlight in my bag but it turns out I don't so I just brought me." He feels his way around. "Say somethin' so I can find you."

[ringwizard]

Haruto doesn't even dignify that with a response, carefully making sure the carafe isn't going to get knocked over when Nitoh inevitably works his way into the kitchen.

"Wish you'd brought the flashlight," Haruto comments; he'd thought about buying one, recently, but he'd eschewed it in favor of another pillow (so he had something to throw at Nitoh, if necessary). "I'm in the kitchen doorway," he says, moving towards it slowly. He has a fairly good sense of how the apartment is laid out, after this long. Enough that he's no tripping all over everything, anyway.

[ringbeast]

If Nitoh slowed down, he'd probably be able to make his way into the room with no trouble, but he doesn't really feel the need. He knocks over a dirty cup that he probably left on the counter himself and then finds the doorway and puts his hand over Haruto's face, feeling his lips and nose and poking him in the eye a little bit probably.

"Oh there you are," he says, poking Haruto in the cheek with his other hand, pressing his lips together like a fish with his palms. He chuckles, "Found ya."

[ringwizard]

Haruto groans as he gets the full-face Nitoh treatment, batting uselessly at his hands. "Nitoh," he complains, through the fish mouth. "Stop that," he says, hooking his hands around Nitoh's wrists and pulling. "Good job, you found me in the three-bedroom apartment, and didn't even break anything," like his own face, most prominently. Thankfully neither he nor Adam were terribly interested in things like vases, because if they were they'd never survive. He wonders if Pops still had a store after Nitoh got too excited.

[ringbeast]

He pulls his hands back when the slapping begins. "Hey, hey, I'm here to help. Oh, wait, wait a second! I think..." he backs away for a minute. "I think I got something that might help."

There's a sudden audible shout of DRIVER ON! from the belt. "I'm gonna transform and check something... Watch out for the glare." He does his slow transsssssform! and the suit flashes golden in the darkness for a moment, probably blinding anyone present and lighting up under the door.

When the light fades, he grins under the mask. "Thought so! I can see in this thing!" he gestures to his mask, not thinking about the fact that Haruto can't see him. "I guess cos lions can see in the dark? Whatever!" He positions himself in front of Haruto, kind of amused by the obvious blindness on his face. "I can be your guide dog or whatever!"

[ringwizard]

"That's not helping, that's manhandling," Haruto grumbles under his breath, which is better than the week before as far as Nitoh's ego might be concerned.

"Are you--" of course he was. He winces against the light, lifting the back of one of his hands to his forehead so he doesn't completely ruin any gain of night vision, and when the sound and light show ends, he's still like that.

"Aren't you a cat?" he asks, "like, a lion?" Accuracy was important! There's a smile playing at his face, though. "You could just finish pouring my coffee. I might just hang out on the couch for a while, see if the power comes back on." Thankfully, of course, the weather here is just warm enough that hanging around in his coat will cover things.

[ringbeast]

He nods, and then remembers to say "OK, got it! You take like way too much sugar in your coffee, right?" He walks over to the carafe and pours the rest of the cup.

"Man, that's so boring, though. Why don't we like tell ghost stories or something? Also what's going to happen when you get hungry, huh? I guess I gotta cook when that happens."

[ringwizard]

"Just make sure it's actually sugar," Haruto says, primly.

"Sorry my plans for the day are too boring for you," Haruto answers, then, "we're going out when we're hungry. You'd burn down the kitchen, if you could get the stove to light at all." Besides, mayonnaise was sure to feature.

[ringbeast]

"Like I can't tell what's sugar!" But since Haruto can't see him, he just licks his finger and sticks it into the sugar to check it. Then he spoons like four spoonfuls into it. That should be good enough, right?

Anyway, he makes a face. "Hey, I'm a great cook. I bet I could get my portable grill in here and make some super good food. Plus, we should eat some of the food so it doesn't go bad, right?"

[ringwizard]

Four is a bare minimum, but Haruto will deal. "I'm just saying," he answers, mildly.

"What, and fill the apartment with grill smell? Just leave the fridge closed, I don't think eating all of it when we don't know how long this is going to last is the best idea." With any lucky, it would be over soon. Not that luck is ever good around here, so he predicts a few hours of silence.

[ringbeast]

"You're always just sayin' and it's always just this side of sayin' you think I'm an idiot!" He huffs, but he brings over the coffee anyway. It's pretty regular for a rival to be sassy, anyway.

He takes Haruto's wrist and puts it on the coffee mug so that he won't drop it. "If we need to, we can just buy more anyhow. You got any ice cream, at least?" He sits down on the opposite side of the couch from Haruto. "I guess I can't really cook with the suit on, though maybe the grill would give a little light. Ehhh, might as well go out."

[ringwizard]

"I think you're imagining it," Haruto answers, and takes the coffee. Which is kind of par for the course for Nitoh, in his experience. He lifts the mug to his lips and blows, slowly, across the surface, before he takes a sip.

It could certainly be worse, he decides. "Ice cream? No, I don't eat that stuff," he answers. "And if there is any in there, it's Adam's." He likes his roommate, certainly, but taking his food seemed a bit much. He snorts at the mental image of Nitoh cooking in his Beast suit, and then banishes it with the agreement to his 'going out' plan. "I don't think an open flame is what we need here," he says, tapping open his tablet and flicking it on. The dim light from the screen is at least enough to give him a better sense of where Nitoh is. "Besides, are you saying you don't want to go to dinner with me? My treat, and everything." He's had months to build up a little stockpile of cash, at this point. It helped that he didn't have many expenditures outside of food and an occasional life necessity, like replacement umbrellas.

[ringbeast]

He sighs audibly and puts his legs up on the table. (Also audibly) "Whatever, man. Though I'm surprised a guy with your sweet tooth doesn't go in for ice cream." He leans back. "I guess if you GOTTA pay for me, I can't turn you down. But when the lights are back on I'll come and cook for you, and that'll be my treat."

He nods silently. "I'm pretty good at cooking, especially grill stuff."

[ringwizard]

"Ice cream is too cold," Haruto answers, then, "think of it as thanks for bringing me news, huh?" He elbows at Nitoh, but carefully, since the Beast armor looked like it'd hurt.

He considers Nitoh cooking in the apartment. "You're not grilling inside. You can teach me about being a hobo instead." He takes a long sip of coffee.

[ringbeast]

He looks thoughtful under his mask and nods, though of course Haruto can't see him. "Yeah, I guess it's pretty cold." He tilts his head quizzically at the 'news' comment, but then remembers the power outage news he brought. "Oh yeah! Sure, I'll take that as payment." He doesn't even feel the elbow, but he can appreciate the gesture.

"I can grill on the stove, though. I mean, it's not as good, but beggars can't be choosers. The smoke would stain the walls, though. Might make em look nicer than just the boring old white."

He throws his arm around Haruto's shoulders, "I know everything there is to know about livin' rough, Haruto. First, figure out where you can get food from for cheap. Then, learn to cook it outside." He jerks his head thoughtfully. "After that, all there is is keeping yourself full up on necessities. Like mayo."

[ringwizard]

"They're not paying me enough to worry about staining the kitchen," Haruto answers, voice chilly as it always is when he's talking about the Initiative. "If it bothers Adam, I'll take a sponge to it."

He grunts when there's an arm over his shoulders, holding desperately onto his mug. "And what, exactly, does 'for cheap' mean--mayonnaise is not a necessity, Nitoh!"

[ringbeast]

Nitoh shrugs. "Hey, man, at least we are getting paid. No one paid me to kill Phantoms."

"Cheap as you can get it if you can't get it for free! That's the way I roll." He beams, even though he's pretty sure Haruto's aware exactly who provided his 'free' food.

[ringwizard]

"Well, at least with the Phantoms the job was straightforward," Haruto grumbles.

Haruto has his suspicions. "I see you've learned to charm Koyomi," he guesses, which is either a feat of some sort, or she's softened further than she had in the time he's lost.

[ringbeast]

"Yeah, you're really not the type to get excited about not havin' any work to do..." He murmurs, thinking back on the tension in Haruto's body whenever there were no attacks for a while.

Nitoh laughs through the suit. "It's easier to get from Shunpei, not that Koyomi doesn't like me. She just gets annoyed if I bug her too much."

[ringwizard]

"That's an understatement," Haruto admits. He's aware of his own impatience on that front. In that vein, he shrugs at Nitoh, half-pushing at him. This whole 'Nitoh can see him but he can't see back' thing is bothering him more than he'd thought.

"Shunpei's a pushover," Haruto agrees, "now Rinko, she's the real challenge." For all that his assistance could be chilly and distant sometimes, Rinko was the one he didn't want to mess with too much. Koyomi gave in if you teased her enough.

[ringbeast]

Thankfully none of his sensitive bits are uncovered in the armor, but he pulls his arm back as Haruto manages to push on his face. "Hey, c'mon!" But he leans back and puts his legs over Haruto's lap, feeling a little amused by the blind look of irritation on his rival's face.

"Yeah, Rinko's tough. If she thinks you deserve what you're gettin', she doesn't budge an inch to help. She's hardcore, though. Sometimes I feel like if I don't get to the phantom first, she's gonna go after it for me." Or the gate, in this most recent fiasco. He was a little warmed by her intense anger on his behalf, misguided as he thought it was, though.

[ringwizard]

"Nitoh," he groans, but doesn't make any moves to push him off. He'd just find some new way to lie on him.

"She's always been like that," Haruto answers, "protecting people even without powers, I mean. It's..." He trails off for a moment, considering his word choice. "It's nice to see her bounce back so well. Not everyone does." Sometimes the cracks left by a Phantom simply never healed.

[ringbeast]

He considers Rinko. "She was strong all the way, I think. S'good she's on our side! And man, I feel like even if you didn't have powers, you'd find a way to be like that too. Nothin' holds a guy like you back for long, does it?" he wiggles his booted foot over Haruto's lap in an encouraging sort of way.

[ringwizard]

"She's already scary, and she even likes me," Haruto agrees, batting weakly at the foot waggling at him. "I'd try. I can't exactly turn my back on them, can I? Could you?"

[ringbeast]

He straightens up, "Hey, she likes me!! She just doesn't- She likes me, okay?" Defensive or not, he does feel justified in thinking that, at least. Sure, she left him in jail, but eventually it all got figured out, right? No harm no foul.