#mctcrcity

[crosaidi]

"i'lI be here until i die. give me ten minutes, tops." @mctcrcity / fraggle rock

" That bad, is it? " —— and gods, could he be one that one familiar with these crowds could clock as trouble: some scruffy, scarred warrior, clearly not local: uncouth and poorly mannered, with a mouth on him that sounds like it comes straight out of the barracks.

But: he's just mostly tired, minding his own business, and keeping half an an eye on the rowdier patrons as he's on his second drink of the night. " They usually like this or somethin' got 'em wound up? "

[escapedartgeek]

@mctcrcity

[x]

"real.. real. honestly. i've definitely had periods where adrift.. really is the best word to describe that feeling. is this something that's been going on with you for a while or a more recent phenomenon?"

[vitalphenomena]

@mctcrcity said: " i like you better sober. "

"I had three drinks. What's the issue, here? Are you becoming a Puritan, and this is how you want to tell me? Because you must be aware I wouldn't allow that."

[huntedvideo]

incoming case . . . do you . . . believe in ghosts?

'dude, of course. that's, like . . . my whole thing,' well, not his whole thing. other monsters were involved, too. but he had to believe in ghosts. he's seen plenty of them to know that they were real. and plenty of them have thrown him haphazardly against the nearest wall to prove their existence to him. his back hurts just thinking about it, but he ignores the feeling as he gives his attention back to fallon. 'i kinda have an entire youtube channel about it. it's super cringe, but people seem t'like it, so,' finley shrugs a shoulder. 'i believe in all of it,' @mctcrcity.

[goldticket]

@mctcrcity

This will be his fifth order of coffee here today. Wonka has not left the premises. He's sat at the bar seats that invasively overlook the baristas. His previous paper cups are in a neat line of three with one balanced atop two like an unfinished pyramid—an ominous promise—more yet to drink! From here: "Once more unto the breach!" The agreement Fallon has been grandfathered into from his first order is this: she makes a small, hot latte with three different syrup flavors each time: no repeats. With whipped cream on top. His tongue pokes at a smudge of whipped cream stuck to the inside edge of the latest empty cup. His lips tamp together rapidly, like feet stomping grapes into traditional wine. Musing:

"When do you whip your cream?"

[criticalfai1ure]

his stomach's been grumbling for the better part of an hour and hueg don't do well running on empty. case-in-point : he pats his pockets for his wallet, or at least for some spare change – enough for a hot dog on the corner ( or three ). or maybe a pie. he hums, drowning out the gurgle in his tummy – and then he curses.

no wallet and maybe only a buck fifty in change. another hum, this one in discontent, as he scans the passersby on the sidewalk. a couple of minutes and a sleight of hand check later sees hugo with a hot dog in each hand as he turns and bumps right into the pocket he'd just picked.

@mctcrcity said : “you bastard.”

❝ me, bastard? ❞ hugo splutters, pointing to his chest. a scoff. he hasn't even done nothin’! like, barely. i mean, what's a couple'uh bucks outta someone else's pocket? he's gotta eat, don't he. and then he jabs a hot dog at her, ❝ you, asshole, pal. ❞ oh yeah, hueg, good comeback – that’s sure to simultaneously win her over and shake her off your tail.

[byscooby]

charlie kelly is a certified romantic. how the waitress never noticed it is beyond him . . . or, well, she noticed it, but she never appreciated it. fallon does, though. and he doesn't even have to purposely clog her drains to demonstrate his value! screw you, dennis.

so yeah, a picnic is an easy call. it's not at a gorgeous park, but rather . . . under the bridge, which is probably questionable to most people. and the food selection is just as questionable: milk steak, grilled charlies, even some paint to sip on. to him, it's fancy as hell. to him, he's pulled out all of the stops.

arms are dramatically extended, giddy grin playing at his lips. "yeah, dude! a picnic. super romantic, right? and," he bounces on his heels, turning for a moment and crouching down. when he lifts himself back to his full height, he holds in his arms a mangy mutt that quivers and growls. "we can, like . . . pet dogs and stuff! every girl loves puppies, right? i mean, this one is kinda gross. he smells like pee and trash, but he's still cute."

charlie thrusts the mutt forward, extending the thing towards fallon with a gentlemanly bow. "y'wanna pet him? i know this guy. he seems all scary and shit, but he's just tryin' to be tough. that's why i call him tj . . . tough guy." no, guy doesn't start with a ' j. ' but it does in charlie's head. "or! if you don't like dogs, that's cool. it's cool, cuz there are tons of cats around here too."

@mctcrcity said: i never pegged you as a picnic person. it's a nice surprise.

[livedtough]

@mctcrcity said: “hey, could you help me?” - for taylor!

↣ FIRST MEETING / ICEBREAKERS

Eyes raise, and she smiles. It's an instinctual smile, but it's genuine, too. She always smiles genuinely, and she always smiles on instinct. She's kind, and she's warm, and she tries to offer that to other people. There's enough misery in the world, she's always thought, that she may as well offer a little bit of kindness.

"Of course," she says. "What do you need?"

[eyeshone]

" i'm not normal. not anymore. " @ joey

Joey has been sat watching the washer run for the last two and a half hours. Two full cycles. This is round three. Dmitri's dirty laundry could fill a car trunk. Would, if Joey had a car. He took the bus. Four basket hampers raw-dogging the germ congealed air of public transportation (the defiler here being Dmitri's soiled laundry, not the bus air, Joey's nose can attest). Dmitri is a chaotic planner. Leaves things like this to pile up–literally. Executive dysfunction is putting it mildly. Boss has the mind of a criminally insane convict who agrees to be his own legal counsel. That, but applied to life at large. God help them if they ever get caught. Explaining away the blood stains has been an experimental trial-and-error. Wrestler to bar fight to mortician to, eventually, Macbeth. Just 'Macbeth'. No one argues with Shakespeare. Mostly because no one knows what the fuck he's saying.

Joey watches the blood drain from the all whites load like cherry syrup from a slushie cup. That comparison isn't irrelevant. He thought of it load one. Walked a block down from the laundromat and bought a red slushie. The machine stirs just like his straw does as he's trying to get those last corn-syrupy sips.

"Hey. Me neither." Crackle-slurp. His shoulder bumps hers. "It all comes out in the wash. Right?"

Fallon seems like she could use a cheer up. Or a slushie. But he's fresh out of bills and Dmitri isn't paying him much. What he does have: "You know, they always ask 'who wears the pants in the relationship', but I gotta say, I think the more telling thing is the underwear. Get a load of these." He plucks freshly dried purple briefs more holes than cloth from the basket next to him. Eyebrow wiggle. "Eeeh?"

[dxsole]

“ you can’t solve every problem with your fists. ” - for donny!

🥊 THE FUCK YOU MEAN??? | Not Accepting.

Sweat trails down his temple, catching the light from the fluorescent above. It's an old, well-worn sort of local gym, with the old brick poking through the paint and a few gashes in the punching bag. Donny didn't mind it. Some of them were made by him after all.

"That's just crazy talk." He huffs, pausing in his rhythmic punching to push back the hair that's become plastered to his forehead. "I can solve any problem that comes at me with fightin'. Or fuckin'. Or, like, runnin'." Okay, well, perhaps not every problem. Global warming couldn't be solved by any of the three, he's almost sure.

"If it's still a problem, I ain't punch hard enough."

[bewitchingbaker]

[x]

@mctcrcity

"...Are you sure?"

It's important to note that Chris had seen alot of things that would make people's blood run cold. Skyscraper sized demons staring him in the face, vampires clawing his chest and even eldritch beings had threatened to cast his mind into madness. But none of those experiences would ever compare to the baleful glare of of Fallon.

From the looks of things, Camillo did not listen to him when he asked if the storage container was secure. The annoyed grumble was assumed to be a yes but it looks like it was not secure like he grumbled.

He offers Fallon a hankerchief from his apron.

"Did you want to borrow my shower? I might have a few shirts at my place you can borrow!"

[00sgoth]

✉️ @mctcrcity: fallon gathers the courage to confess on valentine’s.

if there's anything worse than having to string up all the nauseating decorations around the store and set up the cheesiest displays at the beginning of the month —— it was working the godforsaken holiday itself. ( had he had plans prior to being scheduled? ) some cutesy date or a romantic move to make on someone he had his eye on?... no, of course he didn't. unless plans also insinuated the desire to lounge out in his room watching the bloodiest slashers known to man that had the slightest valentine's theme... but they probably didn't. he can still do that after he clocked out though, right? make a break out of the parking lot and zoom to the gas station down the street to buy a shit ton of candy and pig out, to really send the holiday off with a bang and an even bigger fuck you.

it's the only thing he's been thinking about for the last two hours, give or take —— while he went through the motions of ringing out rom-coms to couples, pornos to lonely singles who didn't bother hiding their shame, and slapping their change down onto the counter without so much as a smile. but now he and fallon were tucking away returns in the sci-fi section, with purposeful hip bumps on his end as they danced around each other. ( complaining she was in his way, ) because he's been nothing but a nuisance to her since the day their manager began putting them on the same shifts... big mistake ! the thorn in his side, the pain in his ass —— his favorite co-worker to terrorize.

but he paused midway through shoving the empire strikes back into its designated slot to glance at her from over his shoulder. ( a scoff was his first reaction, ) despite something in his stomach fluttering, and it sliced through a moment of silence. ❛❛ yesterday you were chewing me out for being late, ❜❜ the sound of a tape hitting the back of the shelf followed before he moved on to the next film —— not skipping a beat ! because surely she's just teasing him, and there's not a chance in hell that he's gonna fall for it. no matter how bad the nerves had suddenly latched onto him ! ❛❛ and now you're fucking with me? jesus— what'd i ever do to you? ❜❜

[vitalphenomena]

@mctcrcity

"He had a sniper trained on me. Probably in some apartment complex across the street. A sniper, Fallon. Do you know what that means?"

Dmitri struggles out of his blazer, throws it in the utilitarian desk chair in front of his computer monitors. Make sure that doesn't hit the floor, Fallon.

"It means he thinks I'm a threat. They know I'm a threat. We're getting somewhere."

[doctoregonspengler]

📚 (hi! :) )

Symbol starters | Accepting 📚 - grab the book nearest to me, flip to a random page, and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter The book: The Book of Bill

"It's not safe on a bookshelf because, as I have witnessed: It infects other books," Egon said, the PKE meter whirring in his hand. It was truly a fascinating, albeit terrifying, thing. A haunted book. He had kept it locked in the case it was brought to him in. He had only opened the case briefly to slide a children's picture book inside as an experiment. Sure enough, the picture book started exhibiting the same haunted qualities before the original book absorbed it. "I've never seen anything like it. How did you happen to come across this?"

[storiecraft]

mctcrcity sent: “this is going to sting, but we have to clean this.” – for peter!

the fluorescent lights in the bodega fade in and out as peter stares up at the ceiling. he's almost always in rough shape when he enters this particular bodega, but he's in rougher shape than usual. he could barely stand up when he first walked in, and now he's lying on his back getting blood on the floor. fallon locked them inside, which he's grateful for. the last thing he needs is some nosy passerby getting a clear look at his face.

his mask is somewhere on the floor nearby, torn halfway apart. fallon's only ever known him as spider-man, even spidey on occasion, lucky her. he's never stepped foot in the place as peter parker. sure, he didn't want to risk her recognizing his voice, but something about interacting with her as peter would've felt dishonest. like a trick. unfortunately, he has no choice but to let her meet peter parker now. at least he knows she'll keep his secret. at least, he hopes she will. he has a good feeling. he has a sense of when and when not to trust someone, and she feels trustworthy. or maybe that's the free sandwiches talking.

❛ this is going to sting, but we have to clean this. ❜

fallon's voice pushes through the haze of what's probably a concussion. peter lifts his left hand—because his right arm hurts like hell—and flashes a thumbs up.  ❝ i'm gonna… owe you a sandwich… after this. ❞  he speaks with the cadence of a drunken man without the slurred speech (mostly). he winces as pain blooms across his right side, but he stays as still as he can. she did warn him it would sting.

❝ no, i really… really owe you one. ❞ peter's eyelids flutter as he fights to stay conscious. he knows he'll be fine, but she doesn't need a masked vigilante passed out on the floor for the rest of the night.

@mctcrcity / meme.

[escapedartgeek]

⌛️

"I can't explain enough how jarring it was adjusting to some of the outside world. Because like I had some exposure to some things.. but my understanding of what it was like.. had been warped by literally growing up in a town that is so.. scientifically and otherwise.. off the map of what a person would ordinary expect from life, that the real .. everyday shit that I would run into.. is just.. strange.

I still find a lot of it kind of bewildering even though I know that's just how life out here tends to operate. It's literally like leaving a specific dimension and still not being adjusted to the world that you're currently in.. although it's been more or less a decade or more at this point. I ..

I don't think I'll ever really fit which is.. ultimately for the best I guess."