seven drinks

[minigolfandsushi]

[voice // action for people in the house]

[Peter slams the basement door shut and leans against it, panting heavily.]

WHO THE FUCK INVITED HIM IN?!

[There's a dark, evil laugh and pounding against the basement door...except only Peter can hear it.

He lets out a choked sob and pushes harder against the door.]

Comments

voice for now, action soon I suppose

[mrsnose]

Invited whom?

voice;

[minigolfandsushi]

The FUCKING VAMPIRE!

voice;

[mrsnose]

Why would someone invite one in? You told us not to.

voice;

[minigolfandsushi]

THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO KNOW!

voice;

[mrsnose]

Peter, stop shouting!

voice;

[minigolfandsushi]

[Well, he's not shouting anymore.

Because he's screaming.]

-->action;

[mrsnose]

Peter! [gjhdgjhs That did not sound well! Okay - she tosses the device aside and you can now hear her in the house, rushing down the stairs.]

[likeboudica]

Who invited whom [ A beat. ] Are you all right?

[minigolfandsushi]

The vampire, you 19th century nitwit!

[likeboudica]

There is a vampire here? [ What's a nitwit? ]

[minigolfandsushi]

[akldjsfla;kfjadjlk WHAT THE HELL DOES CHEKOV SEE IN THIS WOMAN?!]

YES.

[likeboudica]

I did not invite anyone.

He is not attacking you, is he?

[minigolfandsushi]

[sorry, Peter's too busy freaking out to continue the conversation]

action;

[conesoldstober]

Peter?

[Howl is making a mess working in the main living room when he hears the slam.]

What the hell was that?

action;

[minigolfandsushi]

[Peter is pushing against the basement door with all his might, all but sobbing.]

If you opened the door for him, I swear to god I will fucking kill you.

action;

[conesoldstober]

I don't know what you're on about. Is someone in there?

action;

[minigolfandsushi]

Can't you fucking --

[And then suddenly his father isn't in the basement anymore...he's right there, between Peter and Howl.

Peter screeches and stumbles to the floor.]

action;

[conesoldstober]

Peter!

[Howl is next to him in a minute, probably ruining the knees of his trousers while he's it. His hands keep a firm grip behind his head, holding it steady as he looks him in the eyes.]

No one's here but us.

action;

[minigolfandsushi]

[Peter's sobbing and pointing behind Howl]

He's right there. He's right. fucking. there!

action;

[conesoldstober]

It's a curse. You're seeing things. No one's here.

[He breaks into a nervous babble of Welsh, mostly swear words, and keeps Peter's head steady in his hands. God, why is he so fucking useless like this?]

action; CONSIDER THIS ENCOURAGEMENT FOR THREADJACKING

[minigolfandsushi]

{Peter's trying his best to breathe, but it's hard with his father advancing. The apparition speaks.]

Look at you. Sniveling, pathetic, coward. I can't believe you're my son.

action;

[conesoldstober]

[He keeps turning his head, trying to force his eyes to look at him and not whatever he's seeing.]

Keep looking at me, Peter. It's not real.

action;

[minigolfandsushi]

Look what you made me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

action;

[conesoldstober]

[He keeps their heads leaning in together, muttering to him as he cries through it.]

I know you are.

action;

[candothat]

[Chekov was having a perfectly fine chat with his own father in his room when it became rather loud downstairs.

And he has no idea what he is walking in on.]

Howl? Peter?

action; some fancy threadjacking excuse while i edit about

[mrsnose]

[Okay - she tosses the device aside and you can now hear her in the house, rushing down the stairs.

And when she finally gets to where Peter is, she's definitely armed. (With a broom.)]

Let him g- [there's no-one here, except for him and Howl.]

action; all threads converge here!

[minigolfandsushi]

[Then the apparition is gone -- for the moment? for good? It's hard to say. The damage has already been done at least.

Peter curls up as tightly as he can, clinging to Howl, still crying.]

[conesoldstober]

[Howl's holding onto him as tightly as he can, not saying anything other than the slight soothing noise now and again, letting him cry it out.]

[candothat]

[There is a noticeable lack of explanation as to what's going on here. Sophie has a broom, Peter is crying on Howl, and Chekov... feels a bit bad about leaving Andrei Chekov to his own devices, but clearly something is wrong down here.

To no one in particular:] What happened?

[conesoldstober]

I'm not sure. Do you know what curse we're on today?

[candothat]

My father appeared in my bedroom. I can only assume that is a curse.

[conesoldstober]

Father's Day, of course. How predictable.

[iwasherefirst]

You all right?

[minigolfandsushi]

I am THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF ALL RIGHT!

[iwasherefirst]

Oi. All right then. What's the matter?

[minigolfandsushi]

[sorry, he's too busy crying and freaking out to give a proper answer]

Private

[worldofourown]

...An old friend come to visit?

Private; I apologize for his awful

[minigolfandsushi]

FUCK OFF!

Private xDDDb

[worldofourown]

Rude.

Is that how you treat all your guests?

Private;

[minigolfandsushi]

GET AWAY FROM ME!

[this is not directed at you]

Private;

[worldofourown]

Come now. It's just a curse.

I'm sure your Dearest Father just wants a hug.

Re: Private;

[minigolfandsushi]

STAY BACK!