electrocynic | Third Floor Hallway, MCA, Saturday Afternoon

Right. So, there was no bleeding way in hell Sarah was going out today. None. She couldn't hear herself so she wasn't sure her powers were functional, and she'd seen the... fugly creatures flying about outside. No, thank you. She'd pulled all the curtains in front of the windows and she was staying in. But that didn't mean she had to spend the day alone!

(In fact, she didn't want to spend the day alone. If only so she had someone to use as a shield if the things decided to crash through a window or something. It had nothing to do with her being even the slightest bit freaked out, and she'd punch you for claiming otherwise.)

So she wrote Deafness is dumb, I have booze & ice cream on a piece of paper and made her way out her door and down the hall over to April's apartment.

And then she knocked on the door.

And then she took way too long to realize that did absolutely bugger-all. It was embarrassing. But hey, at least no one would ever know. She still cursed at her own stupidity there.

And then, she pulled out her phone and texted April. I'm behind your door come open it.

[ooc: Mainly for the partner-in-boozing, but open if you're roaming the MCA hallways, sure!]

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April didn't hear her phone give its customary ding to alert her that she had a text, but that was what the vibrate function was for. She had just been about to nap on the couch after a failed attempt to distract herself with video games (they weren't as fun sans carnage sounds), but she thought she honestly preferred drunken binging over sleep -- today, anyway -- so she glanced down to confirm that she was decent, then padded over to the door to let Sarah in.

And then gave her a nod of greeting. Because someone as lazy as she was wasn't going to waste effort saying hello when there was no need for it.

And Sarah wouldn't have been able to hear it anyway. Redundant in all the ways possible, then, and she wasn't bothering with it either. She just held up her all-important note.

Deafness is dumb, I have booze & ice cream.

That she hadn't brought with her, no.

That sounded more than a little bit appealing, but first, cue April raising both eyebrows as she evaluated the lack of ice cream on Sarah's person. And much more importantly, the lack of booze.

She tilted her head in the direction of Sarah's apartment inquisitively.

Mass deafness required April to be more expressive with her body language than usual, it seemed.

It was a thing today. Sarah, for her part, nodded back towards her apartment and beckoned April to come with her.

She had an excellently comfortable couch there. Also, she wasn't intending to shuffle back and forth through the hallway all day.

April's couch was covered with a thin layer of cheeto dust, so this was the best possible plan.

Not bothering to lock up, April shut her door before crossing her arms over her chest and following Sarah. Any of the questions she might usually have asked, mostly along the lines of 'what kind of booze,' seemed like too much effort to put into mime, so she just followed.

Besides, she'd find all that out soon enough. She could read it all from the labels on the bottles soon enough. It was a short way down the hallway, and an even shorter way from her door to the kitchen.

And in said kitchen, Sarah's selection of booze was a nice mix of the usual American stuff as well as some things from home. Meaning there was Green Lamp Ale and Shazamstell and Gin City there, yeah.

She herself went straight for the freezer for the ice cream.

April plunked herself down in a chair at the table, claimed the weirdest color of booze with the weirdest-looking name, and took a swig from the bottle.

After a moment, she shot Sarah a thumbs-up. Then took another sip.

Despite not being able to hear it, Sarah snorted at that. It was nice and predictable.

She pulled out a couple of tubs of tasty Ben & Jerry's and set them on the table, too. See, they'd be just fine.

It took April a moment or two to quit drinking for long enough to grab a spoonful, but as soon as she did, she stuck the spoon back in the tub, then pointed once to herself, then made an 'o' with her thumb and forefinger on one hand, and finally pointed to Sarah.

'I owe you.'

Well, she wasn't wrong.

Sarah just nodded solemnly at that. Yes, she was absolutely right. There would be owing.

But right now she was happy to share. She grabbed herself a tub of ice cream and a bottle, then nodded towards the living room. Because couch. And possibly movies or whatever was amusing without the sound on.

April followed suit, already preferring this arrangement over playing inaudible video games. Once on the couch, she nudged Sarah, then held up several fingers to indicate the television channel she recommended.

It was the one with court shows. She had a feeling it would be funny to watch angry divorcees yell at each other and get all flustered without knowing what they were saying.

Sarah took note of the number of fingers as she fished the remote out from between the couch cushions.

Having found the right channel, she glanced back over and raised an eyebrow. Really? Was she sure about this?

April gave a knowing nod. Have a little faith, Sarah.

Sure enough, the cranky-looking couple was screaming, red-faced at one another before long. April glanced Sarah's way, smirking faintly. See how entertaining this was?

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