BROODYQUEST

[raced_god]

[To say the past couple of days had been crappy for Falcon would be an understatement. After a week of having a whole two people be angry at him, he figured that he should maybe smooth things over with Olimar, punch Kamek in the face for the brouhaha he caused, and get Samus to admit that he was totally right about everything and that she totally missed him. AND SO the esteemed Captain embarked on a journey to seek them out. What he found was NOT A GOOD TIME.

Olimar had apparently gone back to Hocotate to take care of. Something. Fine. Okay. He would probably be back and it didn't really matter that they had been mad at each other and therefore didn't get to say goodbye that was FINE he was FINE and NOT UPSET or BITTER.

After the failure of salvaging that particular interpersonal relationship, he decided it was TIME TO WIN SAMUS BACK.

Except when he got to her dorm she didn't answer. It was probably only to be expected after his two straight days of instigating her in the stadium, but it wasn't going to deter him. So he knocked some more and when there was no answer again he turned the knob to find it was unlocked.

And the apartment was completely empty, except for one thing.

You might see him crossing the parking lot carrying a giant stuffed tiger.]
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All two of my friends are mad at me and left but I just remembered I have a third friend and it's YOU

I owe the ballistics teacher a drink. Do you want to come along?
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Did Samus mention anything to you about moving?
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Can I take a look at some security tapes?
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[TWO YEARS OLD what is this craziness. Just a driver's permit didn't seem like a suitable birthday present, so Ionia gets the heck spoiled out of her again. Maybe even a little more than usual because that is what Falcon does when he feels alone in the world. There are the standard scrap parts and new markers and new summer clothes (they grow up so fast), but this time around there is a three-flavor popcorn can a bike. It's not a car but damn it every kid needs to learn how to ride a bike and there is a promise to maybe put a motor on it if she gets good enough.

Also, delicious cake.]
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I'll be at the lake if anyone needs me.

Comments

[Private!]

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

She's gone, isn't she? There were boxes, but...

[And she was broody and distant. And... SOB. Time to jump to the worst possible conclusion.]

She didn't even say goodbye.

Re: [Private!]

[raced_god]

No, she's not gone. Her office and classroom are the same, and I've seen the bike around. She just moved.

But she was packing? How long?

Re: [Private!]

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Really? ...That's a relief.

Since a while before you came back. I don't know how long exactly, but... She probably just wanted to move out before July. I wasn't going to take anything this year, either...

Re: [Private!]

[raced_god]

So she didn't tell you where she was planning to move to?

Re: [Private!]

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

No... I thought she might be moving in with you.

Re: [Private!]

[raced_god]

Yeah, that is maybe what I kind of thought too a little bit.

[officer-hyde.livejournal.com]

I dunno, can you?

What for?

[raced_god]

MAY I, MR. HYDE

I need to check out some activity around TD-1 and the parking lot at night over the past two weeks or so.

[officer-hyde.livejournal.com]

nah

All I've seen is Aran moving a bunch of boxes.

[raced_god]

Do you know where she took said boxes?

[officer-hyde.livejournal.com]

No.

[raced_god]

...Can I look at the tapes anyway.

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[Avoiding the lake action.]

[raced_god]

[Spoilers he's not at the lake he's staked out in a bush by the parking lot waiting for you to leave so he can FOLLOW YOU HOME

slidey poooooooooole]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[Creeper Falcon can eat can eat my dust.]

[raced_god]

[Here I come Samus

haunt your dreams]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[NIGHTMARE. CAN'T WAKE UP FROM. ECT. (http://img02.pipa.jp/tegaki/user_img4/12405/1240563412038222.png)]

[raced_god]

[oooooweeeeooooooo]

P-private? Barely?

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Sure, I haven't been out drinkin' since Grit left. Thanks for askin'.

It's okay Max.

[raced_god]

No problem. When's good for you?

He's not very good at this computer thing

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Well, weekends are probably best. I've got school in the mornings, unless you're gonna write me an excuse for not goin' to my first couple classes.

[raced_god]

Okay. We can do Friday night.

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[Avoiding Friday night action.]

[ionianmode.livejournal.com]

[Ionia is very easily distracted by pretty shiny things. And cake. Thus, instead of asking awkward questions about how come Grandma Aran isn't coming over to play anymore, she was far too busy squealing over the awesome pictures she was going to draw with her markers and brainstorming just what sort of things she could do with the parts and Papa Papa Papa will you show her how to ride the bike she will practice lots and go real fast you are the best Papa ever Papa Falcon can she please have some more cake *A*]

[raced_god]

[Luckily, Falcon is pretty easily distracted by pretty shiny things and cake too. Ionia you are the only woman he ever needs let's have a million birthday parties.]