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WHO: Andy, April, and Katurian
WHERE: Brooooadway.
WHEN: Wednesday April 5th, evening
WARNINGS: Talk of death.
SUMMARY: Katurian takes Andy and April to a surprise musical. It's a perfectly acceptable thing to do, when you've just been dead.
FORMAT: Quicklog.

[The first thing Katurian does when he comes back from the dead is contact Angelica. His murderer.

The second thing he does is buy scalped tickets to the musical Chicago.

He gets the money from the stash in his old, hidden apartment and sets out with a fevered energy for those tickets, combing streets and streets and streets and finally paying far more than was needed, practically shoving those bills into the man's jacket. He buys three tickets. Himself. Andy. April.

He calls them through the communicator like it was any other Wednesday, like he had good news instead of the comparatively awful. He has a surprise! he said. Meet him at Broadway!

He waits for them with his hands tucked in his pockets. He whistles.]

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[He has been gone for so much. So often. He stays out late in his alternate apartment, crafting away at vicious plans with knives and duct tape and glitter, sewing new parts to his costume. He deflates at the words. In his absence, he had forgotten that people would notice. Miss him.

But he still cannot stop.]

Sure. Great.

[He forces a smile before quickening his pace as well. Once he catches up, he gives April a playful, albeit awkward smack on the arm. His brain is filled with cotton.]

What sorts? I-- I can eat anything. I'm completely open to anything.

Edited 2012-04-10 15:13 (UTC)

[She'd told it to Eddie on day one, and it still rang true. There's nothing satisfying about being mean to Katurian. Just too much like kicking a stupid, suicidal puppy. Even livid at him, for what his death has started, there was just nothing for it. It doesn't make her feel better. At all.

Which somehow just makes the entire night worse.]

Candy hearts.

[ Andy looks over at Katurian again a little helplessly, pursing his lips together before he pushes back his shoulders and skips merrily to the vendor inside the theatre. This should be fun. It will be fun. Tonight shouldn't be the time for all that hurt to bubble up to the surface even though it's so challenging keeping it down. It wasn't unlike his second honeymoon in that regard. ]

Candy hearts for the lady [ He puts the money down. ] and for the gentlemen, starburst. Tropical and original. Take your pick.

Original.

[He murmurs it, letting that cheery facade falter for a moment. And then with a swallow, his voice recovers something like happiness, like excitement. He should be excited. Dying and then crawling out of it like a perfect miracle. Company with friends.]

Unless you would rather-- I mean, I don't-- I don't know anything about this sort of candy, I don't really buy candy. Except for-- [That one time, tiny wings handed to Sylph, tiny sugar wings, and then a bag of kit-kats unattended, a lonely valentines day filled with headaches and tears and time that didn't make sense.

He trails into a sad, nervous laugh instead. He ducks his head.]

It's not really the season for candy hearts, is it, April?

Maybe someone can mail some to me.

[She leans against the candy counter, expression a perfect wall of bored annoyance.]

Who doesn't eat candy? Seriously. Just get things.

[ Andy buys and then hands over the original flavor starbursts to Katurian, putting his free hand on April's shoulder. Mostly because everything is uncomfortable and he doesn't want it to be. ]

We can get some at the store after the show. What about sweettarts? That's... similar.

[He throws an anxious glance at April, wide-eyed, before shoving his hands deep into his pockets.]

Don't let her push you around.

[She doesn't so much let him put his hand there as just ignore it's happening.]

What are you. Like a life coach or something now?

[A frown]

Cookie dough bites.

No problem-o.

[ He pays for them. ]

She's not pushing me around, Katurian. That's just how our friendship works.

[Katurian, with his poor understanding (and poor experience) with friendship, shifts his weight uncomfortably.]

Tell me how the week went. With your friendship. Tell me what I missed.

[That gets Andy a quick, concerned look. Friends? But whatever. Boss. Maid Lord. She can.]

Great. There were rainbows and kittens everywhere and we sang songs every night.

Just as she said. Uh, well, as you know, she works for me at City Hall, and she's been [ Uhhhhhhh. ] extremely invaluable when it comes to contacting clients. I don't know where I'd be if not for her.

[ What a liar. ]

She only says stuff like that as a joke.

[For the joke, Katurian gives an awkward, clipped laugh. A riot. His hands work on the candy wrapper.]

I think it's great that you've gotten into government, Andy, I mean, I think that's really great, you know, getting involved with things as best you can. That's one of the things I like about this world, that even ordinary citizens can get involved with the government just because they'd like to. I think it's incredible.

[He gracefully shoves a starburst in his mouth.]

[For all the aggravation, April can't help a tiny, microscopic upward twitch of one corner of her mouth at Andy's blatant lies. Peacekeepers.

So her words are more resigned that sharp now. Anger was too hard here, now that he was alive. And trying. Painfully trying.]

Whatever. At least people will stop giggling about us living alone now, I guess. The threesome rumors are so better.

[So. Welcome back Katurian.]

[ Andy tenses a little at that. ]

Yeah, well, I mean, they shouldn't -- wait, are you serious? Isn't that weird?

[ Wait, maybe she's joking again. He has deliberately not asked her age for a reason. ]

Actually, this does mean your raccoons can't keep going into Katurian's room anymore. Um-- [ He rubs his neck. ] Thanks, it is pretty great. I thought it was about time I started acting more like a manager, and not just a small paper business manager. I'm out of Scranton, darn it, and I might as well act like it.

[At threesome rumor, Katurian double-takes not so subtly. He is used to the rumors about him and Andy (thank you, Mr. Sionis), but April is a new, unpredictable variable. With Cassie's confession so vivid in his memory, he hopes and prays that this is a joke, oh please, let this be--

And then Andy mentions the raccoons.]

Can't what?

[He practically whines. Raccoons on his clean laundry. Raccoons on his typewriter.]

What about the raccoons?

It's not like you were living there.

[God. They just wanted to try their hand at writing, Katurian. Don't cry about it.]

They do a better job of being you, anyway.

I've been cleaning it, don't worry.

[ Andy fiddles with his tie. ]

I'm just saying.

Thank you, Andy.

[He sees Andy fiddling with his tie and, unthinkingly, reaches over to stop his hands. The anxiety is getting to him.]

It looks fine. Anyway April, that doesn't make a bit of sense, the raccoons doing a better job of being me. What sort of IQ do they have, beyond following your orders? Minimal?

I dunno. How much IQ does it take to have a zero death count?

[ Andy swallows. ]

So, guys, should we go sit down?