electrocynic | MCA #5, Friday

MCA #5, Friday

There was a note on Sarah's door today:

Let's not.
Don't mention ~~meta for~~ Voldemort.
Thanks.

It was mostly for the benefit of her next interaction with a takeaway delivery person. This weekend was going to be one of junk food and truly terrible television with absolutely no informational or otherwise current reality-based value whatsoever. She didn't want any well-meaning delivery people bringing up anything to mess with her cocooning.

And, hey, if it also worked on anyone that decided to drop by for a visit without food, all the better. Because seriously, she wanted everyone to just shut the fck up for a couple of days. Just... shush.

But the best way to ensure that people did that was to just lay on the couch in ratty sweats and a t-shirt with only the telly for company. It was working well for her, so far.

[ooc: Open post, referencing this note on the door of a dance school in Helsinki.]

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Sarah snorted again. "Good luck with that, mate," she said, leaning a hip against the kitchen counter before taking a swig from her bottle. "I really don't think there's a way to figure out Fandom. That's why I focus on other things."

Trashy TV and fast food.

"Fandom isn't what I'm having difficulty with," Kanan replied, lifting his own bottle and taking a mouthful before continuing. "Earth, on the other hand? Now there's something I need to work harder to wrap my head around. Figure out what I'm going to do here in the long run, since denial about my ability to take off is only getting me so far. Finally crack and get myself better acquainted with the local technology. That sort of thing."

"Ah, right." She nodded sagely. Ish. By her standards. "That might be somewhat easier. Although possibly about as much of a waste of time."

Though that was mostly because she was a cynic.

"But hey, if any of the tech gives you grief, I can always sort that out for you."

Well, currently Kanan's roommate had him under the impression that Earth's democratic process involved stilts and plague doctor masks, so he could really only get better at this from here, right?

"Yeah? Because I probably ought to start with actually getting a phone," Kanan noted, "and I have no clue where to start. The comms I'm used to are way more straightforward than that."

Not that he couldn't figure out a smartphone if given ten minutes and the WiFi password, but starting out with something half decent still wouldn't hurt.

If you'd asked Sarah, she might've claimed plague doctor masks would've been a vast improvement. But there were reasons as to why they wouldn't be discussing that.

Anyway.

"I meant more that I could tell them to behave themselves." Wait, had she explained about her powers at all? She honestly couldn't remember. "But picking phones isn't entirely outside my area of expertise, either."

Had she discussed her powers? Not really. Heroing, sure, but Kanan hadn't done much in the 'asking for details' department. He figured asking for things like that just opened the conversation up to asking him about his.

He was still pretty terrible at talking about his.

"Well, picking phones, telling them not to give me a difficult time, I'll take either," he decided, tilting his head a little and processing. "Seems like a useful talent, though. Telling them to behave. They actually listen?"

"'S my power," Sarah replied, shrugging. "I talk to machines."

Seemed awfully simple when you put it like that.

"Just have to have a basic understanding of how they work so I can issue commands."

Kanan gave a thoughtful nod of his head at that. Considering the level of technology on this planet, that was a more mean feat than it would sound like back home, he was sure. After all, his galaxy had machines that could talk back. Emphatically so, at times.

"Huh," he decided, and then took another drink from his bottle. "That's a new one to me. Big multiverse, I guess."

Sarah shrugged again. "All kinds, where I'm from. Guess we had to specialize." You would've thought superpowers would've been hereditary at least to some degree, but nope. Everyone affected got their own power that seemed to have nothing to do with that of a parent. "Convenient for cash machines and the like."

She had no morals.

"And the occasional vibrator."

Also no shame, as had already been amply established.

"Sometimes, I use my power to stop crime, but mostly I just make my life easier. Feels like I've earned it."

Well, Kanan wasn't about to argue. It made sense enough to him, if he ignored... basically everything he'd ever been taught, growing up.

"Well, you are helping people," he noted, "so what's the harm in a little self-indulgence?"

Seriously, he had to be at least the second worst Jedi on the island. He'd grow out of it eventually, at least?

Meanwhile, Sarah had been like this for about 25 years and was never ever growing out of it. Ah well.

"Self-indulgence has an unfairly poor reputation," she decided.

"Seems like a waste to be given a life and the tools to enjoy it, and then just not," Kanan said, lifting his beer in a quick toast. "If it isn't going to turn around to bite you in the end later, why not?"

Sarah lifted her own beer in response. "Exactly," she said. "'Sides, it's what's gotten you here."

Well, self-indulgence. Not her abuse of her powers, specifically.

"Wouldn't necessarily mind the biting in this case."

For a guy who had really only learned the joys of self-indulgence over the course of the past eight years of his life, he was pretty good at embracing it, now. He smirked, took another swig from his bottle, and then reached to set down what was left on the counter.

"The biting could definitely be arranged, you know."

Ah, indulgence.

Sarah smirked at him, behind her bottle.

"Could it, now?"

One last swig and she could set it down.

"Well, I suppose that depends on whether you're in the mood for that more casual dress that we were talking about earlier," Kanan drawled, and then gave her a grin.

This was totally and completely an organic segue from the conversation they'd been having. But he wasn't going to complain about the fact that it was steering away from powers and his own general inability to even reliably be selfish with his own, either.

There was still a chance she'd point out the way he'd unclasped her bra with his power, last time. That had seemed successfully selfish!

Anyway. That wasn't what he'd posed a question about. "Oh, I'm a fan of very casual, me," she said. "If you can't get extra casual whenever you want in your own home, what's the fucking point?"

Well, Kanan sometimes had his moments!

"Seems like a waste to have a home at all, if you can't be casual in it," said the guy who couldn't sleep naked in his own home because he'd given his bed away to Cecil and his nights were generally spent on his couch, instead. Not that he had anything that Cecil hadn't seen before. Probably. For all he knew, Cecil probably expected tentacles or something.

Anyway.

"So, extra casual and biting? Sounds like a good time on a Friday night, to me."

"Sounds better than anything I had planned," Sarah noted, amused. Even though she still really loved her junk food and her thoroughly scripted 'reality' dramas. In fact she loved them more than she did most people.

But anyway, she could appreciate variety. So she stepped closer to him. "Extra casual with biting it is."

Hey, Kanan had a healthy appreciation for bad holos and worse alcohol. He could relate.

But for now he was smiling, making his way over to her, and reaching to loop his arms around her waist.

"Excellent," he said, and then leaned down for a kiss.

It was rapidly turning out Sarah had a Thing for arms around her waist, which she had completely forgotten about for several years now. It was a... It was a pleasant feeling. One that made her reach up and loop her own arms around his neck, in turn. Just because it just made sense.

Not to mention responding to the kiss. That made more sense than anything else in this situation. Kissing him back like there'd been alk of biting and extreme casualwear.

Yes.

Hey, if she had a Thing for arms around her waist, that suited Kanan just fine. Almost as well as the kissing suited him, really. Especially kissing that involved biting, because he wasn't here to be disappointing right out of the gate, after all. And with a certain amount of shamelessness, a certain amount of forwardness was bound to follow.

So, kissing back. The bitey sort, at that, as Kanan contemplated the many fun and varied ways to help her get more comfortable.

Meanwhile, Sarah was wondering whether to just drag him back to her bedroom straight away, this time. Along with a couple of other options. She had all kinds of thoughts right now, see, and all blissfully unrelated to the current political climate. So that was fun.

So was the biting, which made her muffle a laugh against his mouth and then try and repay the bites along his bottom lip. Some teasing, some a little more harsh.

Hey, if there was one thing Kanan was always good for, it was distractions from current political climates.

It was kind of the story of his life, really.

He smiled as her teeth caught his lip, a chuckle somewhere deep in his chest, and let his hands go for a meander. A slightly more bold meander this time around than before, already toying with the bottom of her t-shirt, sneaking up underneath the fabric to rest his hands against the skin of her lower back.

Sarah did not disapprove of that, not one bit. Bolder was better. Her reciprocation came with the sharp edge of one of her nails dragging down along the back of his neck, continuing down just a little bit under the collar of his shirt.

Sadly, the expanse of his back would have to wait.

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