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 Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 9:17 pm
In response, Fish opened a door to what at first glance was a coat closet, and at second glance was a very small bathroom, with a toilet and a shower stall cramped awkwardly together. A window hung with jewel-tone sun catchers offered an occasional blurry glimpse of the street below.
"You practically have to sit on the toilet to use the shower," he shrugged, 'But there's hot water and soap. Have at it."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 12:10 am
"Hey, least you can kill two birds with one stone in here." Writ ducked into the cramped bathroom. So long as there was hot water and soap, he was optimistic.
So he washed up. He sang in the shower as the warm water splashed on his back. It's been a while. He was still a teenager the last time he bummed someone's bathroom.
It took an hour or so before Writ called to Fish, "Any of your roommates gonna mind if I use one of their towels?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:55 am
"Uh, no?" Fish called back, looking up from the book he was reading. Writ had been in there a really long time. "Just sort of take whatever's dry. S'what everyone else does."
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 11:12 pm
"Gotcha." Writ rubbed himself down with the nearest towel. It smelt faintly of Pot and incense. He slipped on his clothes and went out the bathroom, a burst of steam escaping from the door.
Writ scraped some gunk out of his ear, "Uh, yeah, I think the hot water's running out." He paused, then sat down across from Fish, "Well, anyway, guess you wanna know what happened, right?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 7:22 am
"What happened?" asked Fish, looking up from the magazine he was reading. "Oh, how you wound up four years older than me, when last time we met I'm pretty sure we were the same age? Yeah. How'd that happen?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:23 pm
Good, doesn't seem like Fish will mind if his roommates wonder why exactly there isn't any hot water in the apartment.
"Alright, but first-" He pointed at his head, "Make sure your god's not around, this story stays between you and me." Fish's God would find out eventually, but right now, he wanted to keep this as quiet as he could.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:54 pm
"He sort of lives in the back of my head, but I'll try," explained Fish. He closed his eyes, and it briefly occurred to him that maybe it would be worth it if Poseidon did know. After all, any advantage you could get... But that was playing dirty. Writ trusted him. He found the wet place in his mind to be dripping slightly, but the god was not presently occupying it.
"He's busy," said Fish, opening his eyes. "I don't know how long he'll stay that way, though, so you'd better hurry."
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:00 pm
"Good." Writ's ears perked up and listened for anyone else that might be around. He looked back to Fish and spoke quickly, "Something big is going on. Coyote tried to kill me, something happened along the way, and boom, here I am." He motioned to himself, "And if I'm any example, other gods are gonna be turning on their players soon." Writ breathed, "That's the short version, the long version involves a loincloth, a bear, and a night in the desert."
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:10 pm
"Sounds kinky," smirked Fish before he could stop himself.
What's kinky? asked Poseidon disapprovingly as he resurfaced in Fish's mind. Fish gave Writ a look.
"s**t," he whispered, "He's back." He could already hear the god bubbling away busily, making plans. "I'm not sure how much he heard," he added, "But I think he's seen you. He pretty much sees everything I do. Which really sucks sometimes."
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:49 pm
Writ chuckled, he knew that it sounded pretty damn crazy. "Coyote's got a sick sense of humor if you ask me."
"I know that feeling." Writ sighed, so much for getting the word out. "Watch your back Fish."
Least Fish got the hint. He'd go to Persy later and tell her what's up too. He wanted someone to know in case Coyote had another plan in his head. Knowing that god, he would.
Besides, it was a good excuse to get out of the cold.
"So, where is everyone else? And are they gonna freak out if there's some twenty something Indian crashing at their place?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 3:44 am
"No, but it would give me a lot of explaining to do," sighed FIsh. "Which is why you can't stay."
"I'm sorry you're down on your luck, and I'm happy to let you use our shower and eat our food, but you've got to leave before people start getting back."
That taken into consideration, Fish headed for the kitchenette. "You hungry?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:11 pm
"Didn't think so." Writ's ears drooped slightly. Ah well, what he got was enough, a shower, some company, and a little something to eat.
"Sure." Writ said a little bit too quickly, "Whatcha got?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 3:39 am
"Soybeans, string cheese, bit of leftover chicken soup, half a gallon of milk, a bottle of light beer, brownies - I wouldn't eat them, I think they're hash - two thirds of a chocolate bar, a bag of beef jerky, and a dozen eggs," rattled off Fish as he surveyed the Fridge's contents. "I'd offer you a bagel, but you already ate one, and everyone else is going to want those."
He turned around to face Writ. "Does anything on that list sound even remotely appetizing?" he asked.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 6:43 pm
"Believe me, when most of your food comes from a trash can, you learn not to get picky." Writ got up from his seat and leaned on the kitchen counter, "The beef jerky doesn't sound that bad, I'll take it and run."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 6:51 pm
Fish tossed him the bag of jerky, which couldn't have been more than a few days old open, and then a bottle of water and a few sticks of cheese, for good measure.
"Those are for later," he explained. "Demi-gods shouldn't eat out of trash cans."
"Take the fire escape out," he continued, "And good luck, though I can't promise that next time we see each other we'll be on the same side."
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