[OPEN LOG]

[nukeoleptic]

Who: Jade + literally anyone
What: Jade bribing people into her restaurant with free things.
When: Day 355.
Where: The Highwind, in Heimdall's district.
Rating: PG-13 for language at most!

EDITED TO ADD: Also, totally feel free to threadjack and use this as a mingle log IF YOU WOULD LIKE ♥

[ It had worked once before, back in the heat of late summer in Asgard, so Jade was trying it again. She had dragged the sign out to the front of the store, right in the middle of the sidewalk, and written in huge letters:

free hot chocolate! :D
just come inside ♥

The temperature hadn't broken the sixty degree mark today - it was getting chilly fast. Both Orihime and Annabeth were gone, and the store was oddly quiet. Jade will be found keeping herself busy throughout the day with odd little chores when it's completely empty of customers - sweeping, dusting, and occasionally dozing in a booth near the door when the boredom becomes too much to bear. ]

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[teenyoda]

I thought you were firing me and taking away all my pie forever? Don't you hate me or something?

[Say hi to your employee/ex-employee leaning against the doorframe.]

[nukeoleptic]

Oh, right. I meant to personalize your message some.

[ Jade hops up to sit on the counter, sticking her tongue out at him. ]

Still can't believe you told me to shut up. Mean.

[teenyoda]

I said it with love?

[He comes in enough that he's leaning on the wall instead of the frame, hands in his pockets as he looks over at her.]

[nukeoleptic]

Hey, careful about how far you get inside the restaurant. I'm gonna start carrying a gun with me... and you know how dangerous I must be around those things!! [ The biggest frown. ]

[teenyoda]

You could. And then I'd wind up dead again and you'd fire me for that and it wouldn't even be my fault.

[nukeoleptic]

[ Her expression softens a little then and she shrugs, sort of awkwardly looking away. ]

Do you want hot chocolate or not?

[teenyoda]

Are there marshmallows?

[Because someone liked marshmallows.]

[nukeoleptic]

Ummm. In like six colors.

[teenyoda]

Bah. The colors don't mean squat unless they're minty. Don't make them minty. That's too Christmasy and I'm not ready for that yet.

[nukeoleptic]

They're not flavored, Stiles. Umm-- unless you count marshmallow as a flavor. They are all just marshmallow-flavored, okay? Come here and let me hand you some.

[ What he said has her perking, though. ]

Is that Christmas-y? They don't exactly celebrate Christmas here, but - holy shit, I am going to put a tree up in here! [ She whirls halfway through pouring a mug of hot chocolate to look at him. ] You're going to have to help trim it, I'm not tall enough. Oh my god! This is going to be awesome.

[teenyoda]

Well, hot cocoa is almost Christmasy since it's a winter thing. And adding mint to it makes it doubly Christmasy. You could only get more Christmasy if you served it in a Christmas mug with a candy cane sticking out of it.

[Watching her perk up, he wondered what terrible box he'd opened.]

Are you really going to do Christmas here?

[Because for some reason, that didn't sound so bad.]

[nukeoleptic]

What? Yes, of course.

[ The anger has apparently evaporated. Excitedly, she's throwing together a drink for him. ]

Did you know it snows here? Actual snow, around Christmas. I got to give gifts last year! In person. It was so great.

[teenyoda]

[Note to self: Talk about Christmas to get off the hook. Oh yeah.]

That would actually be kind of neat. Maybe we can do some kind of secret Santa thing? Or have Christmas dinner here?

[If he couldn't have it at home with his dad, he could have it here with his friends. It wasn't perfect, but it was what he could have.]

[nukeoleptic]

We could have it here for everyone!

[ Oh man, she's delighted beyond words, and she goes to gently shove the mug into Stiles's chest. ]

My birthday was December first. You should get me two presents.

[teenyoda]

[He takes the mug, trying not to grin at her.]

Is that what I should do? You want two crappy presents from me instead of one?

[albuquerque]

[Wanting to enter the shop, Severus stands behind the man slouching like a lout in the doorway.]

If you're going to slouch around, do it in places that aren't in people's way.

[teenyoda]

[He knew that voice. He knew that voice and he bet if he turned around he'd know that face.

Yep, he knew that face. He managed, barely, not to say something snide in response, but he couldn't just not say anything.]

You could just, you know, ask someone nicely to move. It might hurt the first time to be nice, but it gets easier after that.

[He was so going to get an F in every class ever.]

[albuquerque]

[The expression on Severus' face turns from quietly impatient to a flat, unimpressed look at realising who the lout in question actually is. What the young man says does nothing to improve Severus' disposition.]

Mr. Stilinski. [He says the name as though he's just tasted something unpleasant.] At last, we properly meet.

[Just as he says that, an emu as tall as himself plods up alongside him and clicks it beak a couple of times while eyeing Stilinski with keen interest.]

[teenyoda]

Mr. Snape.

[Was it possible to say 'asshole' in a word without saying it? He was trying. But his attention was suddenly drawn to the emu. The large bird giving him the eye as he shifted to the side.]

Um...

What?

[albuquerque]

Professor Snape.

[A stern look of disapproval. The emu, meanwhile, is craning its neck in towards Stilinski with slow, sharp curiosity, waiting for the right moment to dart in and take an experimental peck at the young man.]

I wouldn't make any sudden moves if I were you, Stilinski.

[teenyoda]

Not yet you're not. I still haven't gotten a yay or nay on whether I'm taking your classes.

[He eyed the bird warily, then looked back at Snape.]

I'd suggest putting a leash on that thing unless you feel like having large roast bird for dinner.

[To clarify, a ball of flame appeared between him and the emu. Peck at your own peril, bird.]

[albuquerque]

Professor is my honorific title, if you don't mind. [And it goes without saying that Stilinski's blatant challenge of his title earns him a subtle but disgusted look.

He doesn't expect a ball of fire to appear and churn before him. It happens so quickly, too: just as Steven is about to take an assaulting peck at Stilinski, there's a sudden feeling if extreme heat and, with his eyes widening, Severus automatically shoves Steven backwards - the emu makes a startled, unhappy grunting sound - while scurrying back from the flame himself.]

You foolish little-- [With his jaw clenched tight, he focuses his thoughts on causing Stilinski to lose control of his limbs enough to at least stumble backwards, hopefully off guard; hopefully enough to make him lose focus on the blasted ball of fire.]

[[ooc: Snape has Body Control powers at Level Two. Sooo… however it may or may not affect Stiles is up to you. c:]]

[teenyoda]

Maybe I do...

[Then the bird moves to peck him (HE KNEW THE BIRD WAS EVIL GODDAMN ALL BIRDS ARE) and the black haired Professor was pushing it back and giving him a look like he'd just spat in his coffee.

Then there's that feeling he's only felt once before, like someone's slipping fingers inside him and trying to get him to do something. Oh. Oh hell no. Was he really? He was...

The ball of flame vanishes, but that was intentional as he instead sets fire to the bottom of Snape's robes. Oops. How did that happen?]

Leashes exist for a reason, Professor. If you can't control your evil face-pecking bird, maybe you shouldn't take it inside places where people eat. They might get tempted to try something more exotic.

[albuquerque]

[A burst of familiar, dark satisfaction brims from within him at the thought of infecting the little turd with his own intentions, his own power, squashing him in a vice conjured solely from his own will. It makes him crave his old magic. Oh, the things he would do to this swine of a child if only he--

The sudden surprise of the hem of his robes igniting startles Severus as much as it startles Steven. Body Control powers interrupted, Severus manages only by sheer instinct of not wanting the emu to set alight to keep Steven held back while frantically stamping down on the flames.]

Out, Steven! Get!

[With an alarmed drumming sound emanating deep from within the emu's throat, Steven does as he's told but is in such a state of panic at Severus being threatened that he's running amok out on the street. Severus manages to extinguish the flames, the shop quickly becoming filled with the smoky stench of burnt material, and he turns a glaring, vicious look back on Stilinski. Outside, Steven runs past the doorway behind him, grunting and flapping its small vestigial wings wildly.

It's only because of Steven that he turns on his heel to exit the shop, his singed robes trailing along the floor after him. He hurries out onto the street, adrenalin rushing through his veins and pride bruised greater than a deep shade of purple, to attempt to bring Steven back under control.]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles was sure of two things. One; he was probably not going to be getting into that school any time soon. Two; Snape would probably happily kill him into itty bitty pieces if given the chance. He'd seen that look on his face and it was all too familiar to him.

Great. Just what he needed. A mortal enemy.]