MCA #5, Thursday Evening

[electrocynic]

A weird thing was happening at MCA's apartment number five tonight: Sarah was actually in a decent mood.

There were two main reasons. One, she'd gotten around to boosting the AC in her flat to a level that meant she had very little interest in going outside at all. (Sorry, students. She knew you were absolutely heartbroken.) Two, she'd gotten several recent issues of New Power Express in the mail today, and now she finally knew why Alex had been very against talking about Shoreditch, lately. The heroing (or critical heroing failure, really) reports were glorious. Alex, you absolute bloody tit.

So yes, Sarah was happy. Sorry about the volume at which Blur's greatest hits were playing, neighbours, if it actually carried to any of your apartments. She promised she'd turn it down by the time any non-senior citizens had to go to bed.

Until then, the music of her youth went with catching up on the present back home.

[ooc: Open for the usual.]

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton was still in a horrible mood-- and now somebody was interrupting his hours of sitting alone in his apartment brooding staring at the wall relaxing by blasting terrible music at loud volume.

So he opened his door, threw a boot at her door, and then slammed his back shut.

[electrocynic]

Honestly, probably the only reason Sarah noticed the noise was that she was waiting for a pizza delivery to complete her evening. That was why she came to the door, annnnnd that was not a pizza.

"Very mature, space boy!"

(What, like anyone else would throw something at her door?)

Hopefully he realized his boot really was as good as gone, now.

[suitably_heroic]

Pffft, gone. He hailed from a western RPG. He could just kill someone and loot their boots! ... He could just kill a spider and loot its boots!

"Turn your damn music down!" Atton yelled at the door. "I can barely hear mine!"

[electrocynic]

"Your music is shit, you have no reason to hear it!"

She didn't even know what he was listening to. It hardly mattered.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton's door opened back up a crack. "You know nothing, Sarah!" he yelled. "Turn it down!"

He had important feeling miserable (set to Metallica) to get back to.

[electrocynic]

"Not going to happen, Atton!" she told him – or his door – shaking her head for emphasis even if he probably couldn't see it. Didn't matter to her.

She was idly dangling the boot from her fingertips.

[suitably_heroic]

"What is your pr--"

That brief silence marked the moment Atton opened his door again and noticed the boot.

He scowled.

[electrocynic]

"My problem is that you're lobbing things at my door," she drawled. "That's one way of getting a girl's attention, I s'pose. But I think you can do better than that."

Surprise, Sarah on one of her good days was about as annoying as Sarah on one of her bad ones.

[suitably_heroic]

"I don't want your attention," Atton said irritably. "I just want you to turn down the karking volume. Can you do that?!"

[electrocynic]

Shruuuuug.

"Don't see why I should. Sorry."

She was not sorry.

[suitably_heroic]

"Because your neighbor is asking you to!"

Maybe he could just hit her with Force stasis and turn it down himself.

[electrocynic]

Oh, so he was also interested in either moving the hell out of MCA, or dealing with never having a working piece of electronics in his home ever again.

"Maybe next time you shouldn't open negotiations with your boot."

[suitably_heroic]

He might be willing to risk it!

"Or maybe you should remember you have neighbors."

[electrocynic]

"And maybe you should try asking nicely."

Yelling at her didn't count as asking nicely.

[suitably_heroic]

"You're the one who's causing trouble," Atton shot back. "Why should I be nice?"

[electrocynic]

Honestly? Because it amused her. But she wasn't going to say that.

"Because otherwise you won't get what you want."