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day 9?? whenever

[derailer]

[Someone is knocking on the door to Vicious and Saturn's shared room in the early evening. Who could it be? No need to wonder, because he will tell you almost immediately!]

Greetings! It is Ingo. I am visiting on no urgent business!

[stirtheblood]

[Vicious opens the door.]

Aww, too bad. Never had anyone visit me on urgent business before.

Or any business.

[He steps out of the way to let Ingo in.]

[cultfavorite]

[Hello Ingo! Saturn is lounging on a sofa and chaise from Ikea that he brought back for their room and that looks horribly out of place in the default style of this hotel, but hey, who cares. (He does a little, but not enough to not be glad he picked it up.)

He looks up and lifts a hand to wave.]

I'm sure we could come up with some way to make this a business meeting.

[derailer]

Oh—

[He steps in, holding a convenience store bag, but he is clearly surprised to see Saturn also here.]

If I am interrupting something, I can always visit again at another time...

[stirtheblood]

Ya think if we were occupied I woulda even answered the door?

[Vicious goes to sit back down on the sofa next to Saturn.]

[cultfavorite]

[Saturn clears his throat very primly, keeping any thoughts he may have about that scenario to himself. But you know, still clearing his throat about it. And smiling.

Then he gets to his feet to be a good host.]

Can I get you anything, dear? What did you bring?

[derailer]

[This is already... a lot. Ingo sets the bag down on the end of the chaise and pulls out a six pack of beer, some potato chips, and some french onion dip.]

They are just some snacks.

[stirtheblood]

And drinks! Well, if ya said ya had those I might've opened it.

[Vicious is not a good host, but he does sit forward to take a beer and look it over.]

[cultfavorite]

Ha. I hope I'm not the one intruding on your time and beer together. Feel free to kick me out if you like.

[He says this as he's bringing over some water glasses for all three of them, though.]

[derailer]

No, no. It was only unexpected. If anything, it is convenient to be able to spend time with both of you at once, without making separate engagements.

[He takes a seat carefully at the end of the sofa. The beer is a standard craft beer.]

[stirtheblood]

I ain't kickin' anyone outta anythin'. Don't worry, there's plenty of me to go around.

[Vicious apparently deems the beer acceptable, grinning over the rim as he cracks it open and takes a sip.]

[cultfavorite]

[Saturn doesn't say anything to that outright, but he is grinning as he turns away to grab an end table cart to hold the drinks.]

Honestly . . . I wish a bit that you did have some important business, but even saying that feels like inviting doom upon us. I still can't trust this place.

[derailer]

Well—to be fair, I was also intending to make sure you had discovered the function to order more of these snacks and drinks. That is an acceptably mundane point of business, no?

[stirtheblood]

Oh, yeah, I saw it. This one kid ordered some stuff for me the other day so I wouldn't kill 'im.

[cultfavorite]

Ah, is that still how you're making new friends?

[derailer]

Were you threatening to kill him?

[He turns to Vicious with a judgmental stare, though it is not a scandalized or surprised judgmental stare.]

[stirtheblood]

Ehhhhhh...

[Vicious makes a wobbly hand motion.]

I just warned him about the dangers of trustin' everyone he meets and told him a bit about myself. He made some assumptions and offered to buy me some stuff.

[cultfavorite]

That's less than you did to me, at least...who was this? I should probably know who to keep an eye out for as that person who bribed you not to kill him.

[Saturn grabs a beer and finally comes to sit down, hovering for a moment with obvious disappointment that he doesn't get to be in the middle before settling onto the chaise.]

[derailer]

[Ingo might be more attentive to Saturn's disappointment under normal circumstances, but as it is he is busy leaning over to show Vicious his ticket case.]

Well, in the future, instead of extorting people, consider using this application right here. If you tap this device onto the machine outside of a store, it will remember the catalog of items for you. There are pictures.

[stirtheblood]

Well, you were askin' for it.

[That's to Saturn, affectionately.]

It was that kid gatherin' everyone's names, Yochi or whatever...?

[Then he leans to watch Ingo's demonstration.]

...Huh, that's easy enough.

[cultfavorite]

Ah, the one who invited me to call him Trash or Maggot if I wanted to. I'm surprised he has any sense of self-preservation at all . . .

[derailer]

That is... alarming.

[He sits back once the demonstration is done.]

[stirtheblood]

[Vicious goes back to drinking his beer.]

Right, see? I was just teachin' him to look out for himself a little better. I'm like a "life coach."

[cultfavorite]

Where did you even hear about those . . .

[He is trying so hard not to laugh, but this is pretty funny.]

Though, come to think of it, I can't think of a better "life coach" for the remnants of Team Galactic.

[derailer]

I don't endorse this particular brand of life coaching...

[But he is outnumbered so he is just going to eat some chips.]