This continues to not exist. Seriously.

[shuchubi]

Bee: Mikey ignores the grabbyhands Frank's giving him, handing the powerglove to Ray for his inspection. He bites his lip as Ray turns it one way and the other, prying up the panel to look at the wiring.

Ray hands the glove back and there's a beat where everyone looks at him, before he nods. Mikey grins and Frank whoops, arms around Mikey's shoulder as he starts begging Mikey to build him one too.

With a chuckle, Mikey says "Do it yourself, fucker." He can't help feeling a little smug that his project passed Ray's inspection. If Frank's serious and willing to do some of the work, Mikey'll help. But it's not exactly his top concern. Right now, it's taking this baby for a testdrive.

Bee: Finding Dracs is easy. Pretty much it just takes choosing a direction - any direction - and driving. Eventually they always hit something. And if they don't, they just keep driving until they do. Even if it takes a couple days.

Bee: Mikey's acting cool, playing the scout behind his sunglasses. But the rest of the guys can tell he's practically vibrating on the inside, the tense shape of him clearly holding back the greater portion of his eagerness.

Linn: *snort*

Bee: what?

Linn: Oh, Mikey

Bee: oh. Word.
Bee: ...I so fail at getting to the UST, even though that's my plan for today

Linn: *snort* You are
Linn: I'm waiiiittiiiiiing for it

Bee: But I don't want it to be the Gee and Frankie show. Balance, yo

Linn: I am ALL for the Gee and Frankie show, though
Linn: But I do appreciate the Ray and Mikeys

Bee: But you're not the writer, bitch. Hah.
Bee: And me writing without lots of Mikeyway? Doesn't happen.

Bee: They've improved so much since they started this, since Korse basically declared war. But there's no such thing as a sure battle; they all have their own little rituals for luck. Mikey tugs the powerglove on and gives it a quick check - a new ritual, he can already tell.

Bee: I FORGOT HOW GOOD MIKEY LOOKED IN HIS GLASSES
Bee: WH- HOW?!

Linn: Because he looks fucking smoking without them?

Bee: IT'S INNATE. HE CAN'T LOOK ANYTHING ELSE.
Bee: AND GEE, WEE SERIOUS GEE

Linn: Are you watching LotMS?
Linn: Wee, about to fuck your shit up Gee
Linn: He looks like Dennis the Menace

Bee: I'm not. An old interview

Bee: Ray checks over his ray gun twice, always twice. Frank highfives everyone. Gerard gives a little bit of a pep speech.

Bee: http://madschemicalromance.buzznet.com/user/video/239303/
Bee: I was looking for the interview where they talk about needing to miss one highfive

Linn: Oh, dear

Bee: cos...wasn't it that Gee has to miss a highfive before the show, and Mikey can't miss any otherwise they feel jinxed? something like that...

Bee: It feels like ages, the excited tension palpable, when the car finally skids to a stop through the sand and they pile out. Everyone holds back a moment, watching Mikey as much as they're watching the Dracs.

Bee: With a deep breath and a quick tug at his bandana, Mikey approaches the nearest Drac, arm at his side until he's nearly in reach.

Bee: OH MY GOD MY LANDLORD LOWERED MY RENT BY A HUNDRED DOLLARS THIS MONTH BECAUSE MY ROOMMATES SUCK SO BAD
Bee: THEY CAN KEEP SUCKING

Bee: He doesn't like the sound of the rayguns, never has. But the glove is silent, fingers on the throat of a Drac as he presses buttons. Right now only a few patterns of buttons will do anything, but snapping the neck of a Drac with no effort is so neat, so far from messy, and in time Mikey will probably be able to program it to do more.

Bee: It's not like their first fights anymore. It's not just for blood anymore. Gerard can't even feel bad he just watched his brother kill somebody, any more than he felt bad the last time he shot a Drac. There's too much going on to worry about something so small as that.

Bee: There are always more Dracs, all looking exactly the same, all fighting roughly the same. If they didn't gang up so heavily in their fights, the Dracs would never win.

Bee: I want a raygun with a thigh holster. please?
Bee: pretty please?

Bee: Gee tugs his raygun from its holster, so quick on the draw that the leather strap he'd noticed was wearing out snaps, holster flapping against his thigh. He can't let it distract him though; there'll be time to figure out how to repair it later.

Linn: Gee is totally getaway driver though
Linn: You'll notice how it's always Gerard driving the car

Bee: In my world, they take turns. Well, Gee and Ray take turns.

Linn: Yeah. I wouldn't let Frank drive

Bee: *snort* or Mikey

Linn: No, nor Mikey. I'm pretty sure if Ray had seen him with the powerglove before it was done, he'd have pitched a minor fit, 'cos... well. Space heater
Linn: And Mikey would be like, "THAT WAS ONE TIME YOU GUYS"

Bee: He would have fretted and tried to take over the project
Bee: I KNOW

Linn: He would have

Bee: AND BE LIKE "I WAS PRETTY WARM ANYWAYS"

Linn: And Ray would be like, *headdesk* and Gerard would bury his head in his hands and just moan
Linn: Not that he has right to complain, the big weirdo, but big brothers, you know
Linn: And I totally wrote "bi brothers" at first and while that certainly is apt, not quite what I was aiming for

Bee: *laughs* I love you
Bee: badass

Linn: *snort*
Linn: Anyway, I actually have to go now

Bee: :( no love, whore
Bee: I was so on the brink of UST

Linn: I promised to help them out in the kitchen at the dance yesterday. :-\
Linn: You've been on the brink of UST since ou started this

Bee: why the fuck would you promise that?

Linn: Because I'm nice

Bee: I am more on the brink than usual? I'm like, 6 paragraphs from it if I focus

Linn: Impressive

Bee: *snort* not really. You'
Bee: re leaving me, so there goes focus

Linn: Dang
Linn: Keep writing
Linn: On paper

Bee: that defeats the point of im fic

Linn: c&p, baby

Bee: fuck that shit
Bee: you'll just have to wait EVEN LONGER

Linn: Fucker

Bee: oh bite me

Linn: *gnaws*

Bee: I know, I taste delicious

Linn: Nah, you taste like crap, but a girl's gotta do, etc.

Bee: Your mom tastes like crap
Bee: I taste like sunshine and rainbows and a hint of salt

Linn: You taste like bensine
Linn: And I gotta go

Bee: later, bitch

Linn: Later. <3