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open ; everyone loves green goo

Who: Rictor + you. And your cat.
What: Green goop everywhere, 'nuff said.
When: ....Afternoon of the 13th?
Where: ALL OVER THE CASTLE
Rating: PG for eventual mild language
Format: My default is bracket text, but I'm fine with brackets or prose! o/

[Dear residents of Cair Paradisa, your castle is looking decidedly green today, and not with envy. There is green goop on the carpets, covering the doorknobs, and perhaps even in your once-spotless rooms! (The intruder was just looking for a shower, okay?) But never fear, because if you'd like to have an angry word with him about the mess he's making everywhere, he's pretty easy to hunt down. Just follow the trail of green.

For those of you lucky enough to notice a man in a beat up jacket and a scowl on his face stalking down the halls, it might be best to steer clear of him. Because if there's one thing Rictor is good at, it's venting his frustration out on poor faultless passerbys.

And he is very, very frustrated right now.]

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[...why is there green goo trailing down the hallway in front of his door? Have they been invaded by some sort of goo-alien? A giant snail? But he's going to follow it anyway, because he's never fought a goo-alien. Or a giant snail. What he finds instead, though, is a far more familiar figure. Covered in goo, but whatever. He's a little worried that this isn't real, though. After that nightmare he had...

But at the same time, he can't just do nothing, because what if it is really him?]

...Julio?

[It's Shatterstar's lucky day; Christmas has come early. (Though that begs the question, does he know what Christmas is?)

Rictor, for obvious reasons, is more relieved than surprised to hear that particular voice ringing down the hallway, and turns around with a marked drop of his shoulders. His eyes light up at the sight of Shatterstar, though he can't help scowl (a bit more than he already is) at how the other man seems so, well, clean. Freakin' unfair, man.]

'Star! Are Rahne and Terry and the rest of 'em with you?

[Of course he does, he watched every Christmas special that aired last year. Including the Star Wars Holiday Special.

His face lights up rather visibly at realizing that yes, Rictor is here, not some hideous fragment of his imagination. Particularly as he has never really imagined Rictor covered in goo. His expression falls again at the question, though]

No - none of them are here. One of the X-Men was, but I have not seen him recently.

[It's alright, Rictor sincerely hopes that 'Star fantasizes about things that are not covered in goo.

But he sighs, and runs a hand through his hair - and then scowls again when it comes away dripping and sticky.]

Figures. Tell me it wasn't Wolverine.

['Cause that's really the last person he wants to see right now.]

No. [Though it's a pity, because if Wolverine were here he'd have someone to fight with]

Jono Starsmore. He was a classmate of Sam's sister.

[ ...You mean there aren't plenty of available opponents here?

But there's a frown, and a slight furrowing of the eyes at the name.]

I remember Sam and his sister, but I don't remember a Jono. [Then again, his memory's never been quite as good as 'Star's.] He didn't do anything to you, right?

[And the unspoken question following that is, "And you didn't do anything to him, right"?]

[Nobody he can pick a fight for no reason with. Yet, anyway.

He shrugs a little]

I remembered his name from Xavier's files. And no, he did not 'do anything' to me.

[Let's keep it that way. And now there's something that's finally catching up to Rictor, who was just about to march forward again but stops.]

Wait. What do you mean, 'recently'? You've only been here a few hours.

[Assumptions, assumptions.]

No - I've been here... [He pauses a moment to figure it out in his head]

Almost two months now.

[And to that, Shatterstar only gets stunned silence, because Rictor is positive that the 'Star he's been hanging out with for the past two months is real.]

But you've been with me for the past two months! [It's not...possible.] Please don't tell me you've been brainwashed again.

I... do not think so. Though if I were brainwashed, I suppose that is what I think.

What's the last thing you remember before being here?

Let's just hope you're not.

['Cause that would just make life needlessly difficult for the both of them.]

There was the crazy old lady who turned into a tentacle monster. We took her down while Madrox was off romancing some single mom.

[Not quite, but close enough.]

I remember that. And then the woman turned up dead, and there was a demon, and he killed Jaimie, and Wolverine showed up and put Havoc and Polaris in charge because Jaimie was dead, but then Jaimie stopped being dead.

Also, Mojo sent an assassin after me, though I.. disposed of him. And then you and I were going to help Rahne find her child.

...I think that's everything, anyway.

[....Huh. There's some stuff that Rictor remembers and definitely a lot of stuff Rictor doesn't remember.]

Wait? Madrox died? And Havoc and Polaris got put in charge? [Nope, definitely not remembering this.] When the hell did this happen?

After the old lady who was a slime monster.

[He kind of looks Ric over]

...who you seem to still be wearing.

[And Ric's first response to that is a very deadpan, decidedly unamused look.]

Thanks for noticing. [Really, thanks. But that's less important now, because while he can handle being dirty for a few more hours if he really has to, he wants answers to this weird time-warp thing that's just been shoved in his face.] So you've really been here for two months? Alone?

Well, there are other people who live here. But nobody else I knew before, no.

Yeah, I figured that much.

[Given that he's run into a few residents already.]

You know what? You can tell me all the gory details later. Right now I just really want a freakin' shower. [A pointed look at 'Star.] You got a room with a shower, right?

I do - it's very nice, actually. Like the hotel in Vegas.

[He points back down the hall]

It's just down that way.

[She's definitely grossed out by the green goop, but she's content to essentially ignore it -- after all, she only stopped by the castle to grab something from her room upstairs. When she sees the culprit behind all this goo as she treks down the hallway, though, she can't help but speak up]

Uh, you do realize you're making a mess everywhere, right?

[A pity speaking up won't really change Rictor's mind about the whole situation. He does pause at the voice that pipes up, but only so he can stop and glare at her, and not out of any love for the castle or it's carpeting.]

So?

[His voice is gruff, unapologetic in the least. Sorry, Ino. :( He doesn't really give much of a damn right now about the mess he's making.]

[she shrugs -- she's not staying here, so it's not really her problem. still, she's kind of curious ...]

What happened, did you get in a fight with some Jell-O?

[There's an eyeroll in response, if only because he wishes it'd been a fight with a Jello monster.]

I wish. Turns out some crazy old lady was a giant green slime monster and was creeping out the locals. [He shrugs.] Not as weird as some of the other stuff I've seen, but definitely grosser.

[she's just squinting at that response]

In town? [because she's pretty sure she would have seen that on the way over]

No, in the middle of a farm somewhere. [Sarcasm. His voice is full of it. Although, he does catch that look of hers.] Pretty sure it wasn't here though. Don't remember seein' a giant castle when we drove in.

Oh -- [her eyes widen in recognition] So you just got here.

[she'll grin, hands on her hips] Lucky you.

[Ohhhhhhhh, he doesn't like the sound of that. His eyes narrow, and he tilts his head to the left in wariness.]

Lucky me, why?

First of all, have you noticed anything missing from your person? Or maybe something that seems off? Special powers not working properly?

[Scowl.]

Haven't had my powers for a long time now. And I don't feel anything missing. Why?

Well, when you come here, you have to pay a "toll" of sorts. It's not money, though, it's usually something like a memory or a skill.

[.....]

How the hell does that work?

[she shrugs]

It's just what happens. Most people believe the whole thing operates by magic, but it's up to you what you want to believe.

[He'd rather not believe any of it, but that doesn't appear to be an option.]

What'd you lose?

[Sorry for the personal question, but he's trying to gauge.]

[she pauses]

Memories of a person that was important to me.

[Rictor winces a bit in sympathy.]

And how'd you find out?

['Cause he would really like to know what he lost]

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