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[The Blue Light was rather nice. Full of booze at any rate. And Howl found that conjuring currency was frighteningly easy in this place, like no one's set up any safe guards against it at all. Now he's several beers deep and in danger of breaking into Sosban Fach any moment. He does always get rather sentimental when he's been drinking. He leans against the wall in the hallway, trying his hardest to make everything stop being so wibbly and gives Peter a firm look.]
What exactly are we doing here again?
What exactly are we doing here again?
[Peter is cone sold stober. Wait, sone cold cober. STONE. COLD. SOBER. Whatever. He rolls his eyes at Howl.]
I told you. Chekarly lives here.
I told you. Chekarly lives here.
And which one is that? I've met a a great deal of people today and it takes rather a lot to keep track of them all.
[It takes him a moment.]
Curly-haired. Russian. Jailbait. Oh fuck it, you'll see him in a moment.
[He pounds on the door.]
OI. CHEKARLY. WAKE UP.
Curly-haired. Russian. Jailbait. Oh fuck it, you'll see him in a moment.
[He pounds on the door.]
OI. CHEKARLY. WAKE UP.
Oh, Pavel. Yes, I spoke to him briefly on the, er... thingy. The small television.
[He waves his hand around a bit, narrowly missing smacking it up against the wall.]
[He waves his hand around a bit, narrowly missing smacking it up against the wall.]
CHUCKLES!
[Peter stumbles forward and wraps Chekov in a big hug.]
[Peter stumbles forward and wraps Chekov in a big hug.]
Hullo, Pavel. We were at the local drinking establishment and decided to venture your way for a reason that... currently escapes me.
HOBBY. Chuckles here needs a hobby. And we - [poking Howl in the chest] are just the men for the job!
Ah. [He seems reluctant to let them in, but eventually steps aside.] Again with hobbies.
Come in, please. Sit--it is as cheap as standing.
[The apartment is sparsely furnished (except for the kitchen, which McCoy apparently used more than any other room). There are chairs, however, and a desk with a gutted computer on it. A portion of the floor is littered with metal and wires and all sorts of bits of pieces; a low table is stacked with papers, protractors, and pencils. Overall, one gets the sense that the apartment would be terribly messy if there were more things in it.]
Come in, please. Sit--it is as cheap as standing.
[The apartment is sparsely furnished (except for the kitchen, which McCoy apparently used more than any other room). There are chairs, however, and a desk with a gutted computer on it. A portion of the floor is littered with metal and wires and all sorts of bits of pieces; a low table is stacked with papers, protractors, and pencils. Overall, one gets the sense that the apartment would be terribly messy if there were more things in it.]
[Oh hey. Papers. That looks interesting. Howl makes a beeline and starts riffling through them. Hmm.]
Interest of yours, Pavel?
Interest of yours, Pavel?
Yes. AGAIN WITH THE HOBBIES. HOBBIES ARE IMPORTANT.
Oi. Peter. We are right here.
[THAT WAS LOUD.]
[THAT WAS LOUD.]
[to Peter] Yes, please be quieter. I have neighbors. Ones who are asleep. [Because that's what normal people do at night, guys.
In reference to the papers.] Not hobbies, just notes. Crude maps. Ideas for making a phaser. [All written in Cyrillic, and the pictures that accompany the notes are not terribly good. The lines are straight and the circles are circular, but Chekov is clearly not an artist.]
In reference to the papers.] Not hobbies, just notes. Crude maps. Ideas for making a phaser. [All written in Cyrillic, and the pictures that accompany the notes are not terribly good. The lines are straight and the circles are circular, but Chekov is clearly not an artist.]
At this hour? Pathetic!
What's a phaser? It sounds dirty.
What's a phaser? It sounds dirty.
Mr. Vincent, do you know the hour? [He'd guess not.]
Phasers are standard weapons at home, both on ships and for officers. They are particle weapons, and the kind issued to personnel can be adjusted in many ways. I do not think that the technology here is capable of producing nadions.
Phasers are standard weapons at home, both on ships and for officers. They are particle weapons, and the kind issued to personnel can be adjusted in many ways. I do not think that the technology here is capable of producing nadions.
[It doesn't take them long to reach the apartment block. Howl has to drop Sophie's hand to unlock the door, but he holds it open for her to go through.]
Here we are. I'd say excuse the mess, but we both know I prefer it that way.
Pavel! Are you home?
Here we are. I'd say excuse the mess, but we both know I prefer it that way.
Pavel! Are you home?
[Hopefully Sophie's version of "putting things in order" doesn't involve moving any of the projects on the floor (and the coffee table, and the sofa, and one of the kitchen chairs). Chekov is home and, from the looks of things, dismantling the microwave in a corner of the living room that has, somehow, remained empty up until now.]
Howl, hello. [He looks up when Sophie enters instead of Howl and hops to his feet.] Hello, Miss.
Howl, hello. [He looks up when Sophie enters instead of Howl and hops to his feet.] Hello, Miss.
Pavel, this is Miss Sophie Hatter. Sophie, this is Pavel Chekov who has been gracious enough to let me make use of his floor.
Now that that necessary formality is out of the way, I desperately need a cup of tea. Pavel, are you having any?
Now that that necessary formality is out of the way, I desperately need a cup of tea. Pavel, are you having any?
[He seems like a nice man, this Pavel. Very polite, which she can appreciate - unlike other men in the room - although from the look of things, very everywhere. Worse than when Lettie and Martha decided it was fashionable to study fashion, and left the picking up of needles and threads and stripes of fabric to their older sister.
Now, hush. You're not here to clean, this time. You've been invited. She smiles at Pavel.]
Hello, Pavel. It's nice to meet you. However did you get pulled into living with him? Has he slimed the place -
You haven't slimed the poor man's place, right, Howl?
Now, hush. You're not here to clean, this time. You've been invited. She smiles at Pavel.]
Hello, Pavel. It's nice to meet you. However did you get pulled into living with him? Has he slimed the place -
You haven't slimed the poor man's place, right, Howl?
Pavel! You didn't tell me you have a sweetheart in the city! I feel hurt and crushed. I though we were friends!
Are you saying you don't believe me capable of being a gentleman?
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