defenderofdesmoines | MCA #1 | Saturday Morning into Afternoon

On Saturday morning, bright and early - like, so, so hatefully early - Annie ventured out to make good on a stupid promise she’d made. All right, it wasn’t a stupid promise, but it was one Annie was really regretting now, because she knew how bad it had looked when she’d left. So much glitter. So many spilled shots. She herself had straight-up poured beer on the floor at least once and had to actually replace a lightbulb. Who knew what had become of the various reindeer?

Plus, she knew there were almost certainly people in there who would need carbohydrates and coffee to get through this day, just like she would. So, Annie made her way into Rey’s apartment, laid out the assortment of bagels and donuts she’d picked up and set a pot of coffee on (caf was a mystery she would ask Rey about later, but she’d noticed the coffee in the pantry before she’d broken it.) Then, she made a few trips back up to her own apartment to grab her vacuum, that glitter thing Barry had made her (bless you, Barry), a case of water bottles, and a bunch of cleaning supplies.

By the time she was done, the coffee was too, and Annie still kind of wanted to die, but at least the people waking up here would have caffeine and water and carbs at their disposal.

[for those waking up here or kindly helping to clean! ~~please hold for just a touch of OCD~~ and we are good, ping at will!]

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"That makes slightly more sense," Steve said, "on the scale of animals and random candy."

Stark nodded as if this were a perfectly rational conversation. Not that he was a great judge of that.

"I think I prefer the bears with sodas. But this is good too." He was like a hummingbird with the sugar sometimes.

"Once I realized they weren't there to eat me, it was fine," Steve said, nodding.

"Has that been a problem before?" Look, Hawai'i was a complete mystery to Stark. Maybe Steve was constantly in danger from bears.

"These ones never seemed dangerous."

"Well, not bears," Steve admitted, "but most things I encounter tend to try to kill me more often than not."

It was the part of the perils of being on serialized cop TV.

"That does happen sometimes." Hawai'i must be a very dangerous place.

Stark could relate to the feeling. Though nothing had tried to kill him all that recently.

Super, super dangerous. It was amazing it was such a tourist destination, really.

"I've gotten used to it," he said. "Here's a nice break, really."

Steve, please never work in marketing. Stark was never ever going to Hawai'i.

"It is," Stark agreed. "Much less likely to have someone trying to kill you here. Usually."

Don't go on hikes with him anywhere either, Stark. Just sayin'.

"Usually," Steve agreed. "Glad to see the raccoons haven't tried to take your mask back."

No hiking, no visiting Hawai'i, no more trips in the tunnels. Maybe it was best that Stark just not go anywhere with Steve.

"I haven't given them the opportunity." Were they waiting for him to let his guard down? Could be. "There have been footprints on the balcony. And a bottle of beer?"

"An empty or full bottle of beer?" Steve asked.

"Still full. Unlike here." Where there were only empty or mostly empty containers to be picked up. And so many of them.

"I think they left it, the raccoons."

"Huh," Steve said, cleaning as he thought that over. "Maybe it's an apology?"

Or the start of a cult?

"They could have left it behind after sitting out there waiting for an opportunity to strike," Stark said. "Or, perhaps an apology."

Could be a cult!

"Maybe we should set up surveillance and find out," Steve said.

Catch them in their weird cult-y rituals!

"You could," Stark agreed, having no idea what he might be getting himself into here.

Hopefully being watched didn't make them mad!

Rickshaw stakeouts sounded super comfortable!

"Where do you live again?" Steve asked.

Danny will be so mad, Steve.

"Across the hall from Liam," Stark said.

But he would not be surprised!

"I know where that is," Steve said, grinning. "We've been over for dinner."

Just don't throw Stark under the bus, Steve. Or under the rickshaw.

"I thought you might."

Never! No guarantees about the raccoons, though.

"Well, we don't want you to be targeted by raccoons," Steve said, dumping a fairly wobbly tower of Solo cups into Stark's trash bag."

"Thank you," Stark said. To both the statement and the cups. "I should get another bag. Do you think they are targeting me?"

He can't sleep with one eye open, Steve. He's only got the one!

"I don't think targeting, exactly," Steve said, "if it's only been the one time."

One time. Famous last words.

"That's good. I would rather not be targeted." Anymore.

"I'd rather you not be targeted, either," Steve said with a smile. "Maybe they're just trying to be friends and are bad at it."

Steve could relate.

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