[Saturday, November 1. 12:59 AM. And after that hour we're at an apartment building near Central Park! Well, when we say 'we' we really mean Shani.] [Abby did text her the address, at least, so she can show up however she wants!] * Abby is now known as Cheryl * Horus is now known as Shani * Shani is at the apartment building, dressed normally now and with a duffel bag over one shoulder! She has her phone flipped open and double checks the address before looking for the right buzzer to hit. She finds it and, as expected, presses that one. * Cheryl comes to the door in a black t-shirt that's a bit big for her and jeans. The T-shirt has the London Underground symbol on it. She adjusts her glasses and says, "Ah... Shani. Um... come in." * Shani smiles. "Hey, thanks." She steps in. "Hope you don't mind... I brought some extra stuff just in case I don't make it home. 's already fuckin' late, y'know?" [The apartment entryway has a coat rack on which there's already a coat! But there's room for more. The entryway leads to a white-walled room with a brown couch and chair, LCD TV... and moving boxes stacked in the corner, a few of which are open. There's also some book shelves, complete with books and pictures of people.] * Cheryl nods slightly and says, "Sure." A weak laugh as she closes the door, then murmurs, "I don't use my bed anymore anyway." Ah... yeah. Sorry. Wasn't even thinkin' about that. * Shani walks in and looks around. "Nice place." * Cheryl waves with her hand and smiles moreso. "Don't worry about it." She nods a little as she follows into the room. There's a small kitchenette area off one side, and then a short hallway the other way."It's... pretty nice, yes." * Cheryl gestures at the couch/chair. There is a coffee table to avoid! Oh no! And there's a laptop on it, even. "Have a seat... do you want anything?" Uh... yeah, sure. I'm kinda hungry, actually. * Shani steps around the coffee table to have a seat on the couch, setting her bag down nearby. * Cheryl 's smile dims a moment, then she rubs her head and replies, "I, um... have cereal. Lots of cereal. And frozen things." Also cherry soda. * Cheryl pauses, then adds, "And I guess those chips." I'll take the chips, I guess. Thanks. * Cheryl nods a little and pads into the kitchenette area, opening a cabinet to pull them out. "Sorry, I... um, I did a better job of cooking when I didn't have the night job." * Cheryl gets herself a cherry soda and takes it over with the bag of chips, handing it to Shani before she sits down and pulls a coaster around for her soda. "Not how I expected to start All Saint's Day." * RDMenchi is now known as RDMgryphon * Shani shrugs helplessly, taking the chips and tearing into them. "Yeah well, I ain't never really learned how to cook... so I guess I can't blame ya." * Cheryl looks slightly surprised, then nods a little and looks down. "Ahm. Sorry." She takes a small sip of the soda, then says, "The boxes are mainly Abigail's stuff... we've been clearing out her apartment." * Shani nods. Never really thought about that, but it makes sense. The whole ghost thing... got to have a lot to it that just messes with everyday life, don't it? * Cheryl nods, then smiles a little. "It's... got its good sides. Two minds for every problem." * Cheryl exhales upwards and adds, "I am sure Christian would enjoy the wide variety of curse words in different languages more than I." * Shani snerks. "Yeah, but think of the trade off. I think he'd usually fuckin' hate having somebody like Abby in his head." She is... relentless. * Cheryl chuckles a little and says, "Professors, I guess, right?" Yeah... I guess. Or maybe just Abby. * Cheryl gets a little smirk on her lips, but it disappears behind the can of soda. She then replies, "Still." A moment, then, "It helps to have someone who's... dealt with these ugly things before. More than I ever had." * Shani shrugs, leaning back as she continues to munch on the chips. "Yeah. Still... don't remember goin' through anything this ugly." * JesseLman is now known as JesseLman[AFK] * Cheryl nods slowly and says quietly, "Abigal has, I mean. Experience." * Shani looks over at Cheryl and blinks slowly, trying to comprehend. "With *this*?" * Cheryl smiles a little wanly and waves her right arm slightly. "Abigail and Mizuki were superheroes for six years." A moment, then she says quietly, "I assume she's seen it. She handles it so well." Aaah, fuck. * Shani leans back again and sighs, looking up at the ceiling. "I ain't been at it for that long. But fuck if I'll ever handle anythin' well." * Cheryl smiles a little and says, "It's alright. I'm... it wasn't easy for me either." She bites her lip, then says, "It... made me angry." Yeah. And then Hyde... * Cheryl murmurs, "It wasn't her place. Her decision. She... always thinks she's the right one to decide things." * Shani frowns. "Yeah, she does. But how the *fuck* are we supposed to get across to her that she ain't?" She's so fuckin' convinced she's better than everyone else. * Cheryl nods slightly and smiles a little. "I wish I knew, Shani." * Shani presses her hand against her forehead. "And explainin' it to everyone's families... not that we even KNOW who their families fuckin' were..." * Cheryl leans forward and murmurs, "Yeah, I know." * Shani sighs, once again, and goes back to munching on her chips with a vengeance. * Cheryl smiles a little at her. "I... um." A pause, then, "At least the stuff earlier tonight was nice." * Shani blinks, then looks at Cheryl and smiles. "Yeah." We should hang out more, y'know? * Cheryl glances down, then nods as she brings her eyes back to Shani. "I agree." * Shani finishes off the last chip, then stands and heads for the kitchen area, looking for the garbage. * Cheryl starts to get up as Shani goes, saying, "You don't have to--did you want something?" Nah, just throwin' this away. Only villains litter. * Shani tosses out the trash before going back! * Cheryl blinks, then laughs a little as she sits down. "Sounds like something I'd use on Luke." She watches for Shani to come back before asking, "I... um. Did you want to talk about Mizuki?" * Shani sobers up at that, and she sits back down. "... I dunno. I dunno what there is to say." * Cheryl smiles a little, and then the smile fades away. "I don't know either." A small low chuckle. "It's a weird one. Ya only knew her for a few weeks, and still you seem pretty affected." S'no wonder Cheryl and you get along. An empathic pair of girls. And fuckin' badass. That helps, too. * Shani looks away. "But no... I dunno... she was pretty cool. Mizuki. An' the way she went, it was... I should've stayed to help her." * Cheryl chuckles at the first part, then as Shani talks about how she should have stayed she says quietly, "I told EW the same thing I'll tell you. Doo't doubt a priestess' eyes, Shani. Staying would've done you no good." * Cheryl taps her glasses with her left hand. "Cheryl woulda hated to never meet ya." Yeah, well... ends, means, somethin' like that. * Cheryl mms quietly, then says, "I appreciate the thought, Shani, really. I'm a big fan of dramatic suicide." A faint smirk. "You shoulda seen my highschool notepads. But that wasn't your bullet to take." I just... wish it weren't hers. * Cheryl laughs a bit and rubs her left hand back over her forehead, then grabs the cherry soda and takes a long drink of it. That's just the thing, ain't it? People shouldn't have to take bullets in the first fuckin' place. * Cheryl puts the can down, empty, and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. "I dunno. It gets poetic. Mizuki and I die, and then I get reborn when Cheryl takes one in the chest. Death and Life intertwined." I mean, I'd been bumping about a little in her head before then... but whatever, right? Why let it get in the way of a good story. * Shani rolls her eyes. "I don't give a shit about what's 'poetic'. It ain't right." * Cheryl mms, then murmurs, "Can't save 'em all, Shani. Can't beat death. Just keep him away for a while." She makes a face. "Or play with it. Like those three... twisted artists." * Shani ughs. "Hate sayin' this, but I'm *glad* two of them fuckin' died." * Cheryl is silent for a moment, then looks aside. "Don't think I disagree with you there. Some things... demand blood." * Cheryl shakes her head and stands up, heading over to the boxes. "Not a lot of things. Ain't usually our call to make. But you can't ask me to grieve for the wicked, Cheryl." * Shani sighs, flopping to one side. She's just realizing how late it is. "Pretty much." * Cheryl digs into a specific box and pulls out a bottle of clear liquid. "Hey, it's not halloween anymore." She unscrews the top. "And you wouldn't believe how useful having two hands is." She takes a slug from it and swallows, then smirks as she walks back over to the chair. "Gettin' tired, goddess-made-god?" * Shani yawns as she sprawls out. "Yeah..." And then Cheryl/Abby's comment hits her. "Goddess made god?" * Cheryl smiles as she sits back down in the seat, and looks up a moment. "Divine power... come down to inhabit an already divine form. Jesus in Magdeline's body." She chuckles and looks to Shani with a slight grin. "What can I say. Six years with someone who almost thinks in poetry atop my life. Making up all those speeches to the Kami takes some effort." * Shani looks over at Cheryl blankly for a moment, then says, "Are you hitting on me?" * Cheryl tips the bottle slightly in Shani's direction as acknowledgement. "I've always liked them young, and depressive jags get my mind going specific ways." She then takes a small sip. ... And that's... Abby hitting on me, not Cheryl? * Cheryl smirks faintly for a moment, then says, "Cheryl isn't the hitting on people sort, dear." Just checking. You guys share the same body, y'know. * Cheryl shrugs. "Well, that's why I got in trouble. You remember earlier, right?" When Cheryl was tripping over her--oh, give me a second--words regarding Josie? * Shani stretches. "Yeeeah, the Broadway skank. She's probably rolling in reviews now." * Cheryl smiles faintly, takes a drink, and then sets it down on the coaster in place of the can of soda. She stands up slowly and says, "Don't worry about it. If Cheryl has some sort of catholic schoolgirl awakening I'll--" she stops and then clears her throat. "Sorry, Shani. Abigail deals with things... oddly." * Shani cocks an eyebrow. "No shit." * Cheryl is blushing a bit and says, "Ah--yes--well, this is difficult on both of us." She pauses, still blushing, then she takes the can to the kitchen, and water can be heard running for a few moments. * Shani sighs, then yawns, sleepily. * Cheryl comes back out of the kitchen with another can of soda and looks over at Horus, smiling a little. "You were talking about being tired a lot before." Yeah, well. It's late, we did a lot today, and *some* of us have gotta sleep. * Cheryl 's smile slips away a moment, then she says quietly, "Yeah." A moment, then she adds, "The bed's made when you're ready for it, Shani." ... You sure? I mean, it's your bed... okay, yeah, you don't use it, but- * Cheryl shakes her head and sits back down, before leaning forward and smiling at Shani. "I insist. If you're gonna stay over, you should be comfortable. Don't need you waking up with a cricked neck." * Shani laughs. "Okay. Thanks." * Shani sits up, rubbing at the back of her head. "I'm gonna take you up on it, if that's okay? 'm totally dead." * Cheryl 's smile dimms a moment, but then she nods and says quietly, "It's fine, yes." She picks up the alcohol bottle and stands, shaking her head a moment. "There's more boxes in there, but the bed's still unobstructed." * Shani grabs her bag. "Thanks..." Hey, tomorrow, you want to get lunch together? I got work, but. * Cheryl says, "Ah-yes, of course." She looks up from putting the bottle away in that box again. "I'd love to." * Shani laughs. "Awesome. NOT a date, by the way. So Abby don't get any ideas. * Shani grins at Cheryl, by the doorway. "Night." * Cheryl blushes and looks away, adjusting her glasses a moment before she looks back at Shani, over the rims, a little sheepishly. "Night." * Shani heads in, shutting the door after her. It might be Cheryl's place, but a girl's got to have her privacy. * Cheryl watches Shani shut the door, and the smile slips away, before she puts both hands on the box and mutters, looking down at it, "No, she didn't run screaming, so it could have gone much worse, thank you." She glances at the off TV, then shakes hear head and walks over to her computer, pulling it next to her soda. Time for a little work! [And so there was a sleepover, except only one of the people slept! Mini end!]