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[pyrogue]

[ Mick follows the music. When he gets by the pool, he hangs back a second, hands in his pockets, listening. He probably shouldn't interrupt?

But his footsteps weren't exactly quiet either. ]

[socialactivillain]

[ Also, Piper's not that unobservant. He stops at the end of the melody, and looks up. ]

Hey, Mick.

[pyrogue]

Piper. [ This is already feeling a bit awkward, so he sits down at the edge of the pool, though he keeps his feet up. ]

You holding up alright?

[catchacold]

The world's not really gotten any smarter.

At least gay marriage is legal. [Not everything went to even more shit. Kind of.] Not that legal's a concern to me. Still.

[socialactivillain]

[ You weenie, it's a heated pool. ]

About as well as can be expected. At least we're used to weird, right?

[socialactivillain]

Wait, really?

[catchacold]

Marriage equality. Yeah.

[pyrogue]

[ He's wearing socks and shoes! leave him be ]

This one takes the cake as far as weird goes.

[socialactivillain]

[ It's like 80 degrees out, you nerd, take your socks off. ]

Yeah, being kidnapped to an alternate reality is definitely up there.

[pyrogue]

[ Wow, no, his feet might get cold. Ask him again when it's in the 90s. ]

Y'know, I could probably deal with that? And coping with the time travel or the people from other realities ain't a problem. And you gotta love the hover cars. But all at once is a bit much.

[ Pause... ] Especially since he turned up. [ He nods his head back to the house, to indicate their other roommate. ]

[socialactivillain]

[ Piper nods, stirring his foot in small circles in the pool, sending ripples out around it. ]

I was sort of wondering how you were dealing with that.

[pyrogue]

He's -- different. [ Mick's usually fairly frank and open, but something about Captain Cold makes him close up a little. ]

He hasn't made you, uh, uncomfortable, has he? [ Read: has he hit on you and will Mick have to steer you both away from each other so James doesn't try to drown his sorrows in cherry jello or something. ]

[socialactivillain]

Different is definitely... a word for it. And no, I wouldn't say uncomfortable, but... It was weird.

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[airshow]

COME 2 FRONT YARD
V V V V V V V V V IMPORTANT EMERGENCY

[socialactivillain]

Wow. I mean, obviously I've put time into campaigning for civil unions, but...

Actual marriage? In the whole country?

[socialactivillain]

If something's on fire, put it out before Mick sees.
I'm on my way.

[airshow]

NOTHING'S ON FIRE EVERYTHING IS GREAT

[socialactivillain]

[ He's bringing one of the many fire extinguishers, just in case. ]

[airshow]

[ Well SCREW YOU FOR BEING PARANOID, because James is crouched on the lawn with his arm slung over a fat pony. The pony is wearing a party hat. James is also wearing a party hat. He is holding a third party hat. ]

Iiiiit's someone's biiiirthdaaaaaaaaay!

[socialactivillain]

...What. Wait, is it— [ He pauses, counting days in his head. ] Oh. Huh, I didn't even realize it.

[airshow]

You're kidding me. Who doesn't realize that kind of thing? Poptart remembered.

[ James pats the pony on his cheek. He nickers. ]

[socialactivillain]

Poptart?

[airshow]

My birthday buddy! Say hi, Poptart. Sit. Shake. Roll over.

[ Poptart does none of those things. Poptart eats grass. ]

He's a work in progress.

[socialactivillain]

...Did you buy me a pony for my birthday?

[airshow]

What? No! God, no, no, he's a rental. I took him to a bar for my birthday.