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.]

Comments

[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."