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[raisednofool.livejournal.com]

Most people were not exactly pleased to find themselves plucked from home and dropped into a new, strange, and dangerous world. Those who were pretty pleased had one thing in common: in one manner or another, they were getting laid.

Needless to say, Angelo is quite pleased with Kansas at the moment.

It doesn't mean he likes the country, though. He's a city boy through and through and Snow Valley had been bad enough, with the nearest Metropolis a few hours drive. Kansas? Post-apocalyptic Kansas? Not so much with the good or fun or interesting.

But there is a boat. And a giant rock bunker. And also a big hole in the ground. None of which are quite as good as, say, a mall or a movie theater or a club, but still something to wander around outside the Cooper house and look at.

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[apocalypsebaby.livejournal.com]

A hole in the ground with a very small kraken climbing out of it, tentacle over tentacle.

A small kraken in nappies.

Sniffling.

IT MISSES MUMMY.

[raisednofool.livejournal.com]

Angelo notices the sniffling first, the kraken second, the hole third, and the nappies fourth. All of these things result in the following:

"...what the fuck?"

[apocalypsebaby.livejournal.com]

Angelo's talking to him! That must mean he loves him.

Spots stretches out a hopeful tentacle towards him, and looks up at him with big, damp, soulful eyes.

"....daddy?"

[raisednofool.livejournal.com]

That eyebrow is trying to merge with Angelo's hairline as he takes a step back away from the thing. Like Leech and Artie weren't bad enough... at least Everett isn't around to guilt him into building a treehouse for the... squidy thing.

"Nope, lo siento, uh... squid thing. Not your daddy."

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

Look, Spots! Daddy's here!

Gabriel has taken the precaution, lately, of visiting the kraken pool every hour or two with snackables and a fresh kraken nappy, just in case. It's been ninety minutes give or take since the last one, so it's about time.

A slight nod to Angelo as he makes a beeline past the shorter man (because seriously, everyone's shorter than Gabriel Gray) on his way to his squidbaby.

He's heard enough of the above conversation to grin fondly at the kraken and murmur, "Looking for me?" in a terrifyingly accurate approximation of that voice parents use on their small, adorable children.

[feelingflavours.livejournal.com]

Hey, Ange.

Here's the girl (http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z214/peahenironybath/Cameron.jpg) you're getting laid with.

Bracelets jangling as she waves and wide grin apparent on her features, it's hard to mistake her for anyone else.

Especially because how many girls do you know who greet you with bright, slightly lewd smiles like that?

[raisednofool.livejournal.com]

Just one, really! It's why Angelo, after a moment taken to find the bracelets, is leering right back at her, turning to face her. Just in case she wants immediate kisses, of course.

"Que pasa, bonita?" he greets once she's close enough. This is utterly rhetorical if she would prefer kisses, of course.

[feelingflavours.livejournal.com]

"Pretty good," she replies, because she's not quite in range for kisses yet.

--there, now there's that fixed. Have some kisses, Angelo!

After a suitable interval: "Good to see you again." With her arms circling his waist, because what's the point of being Inanna without casual physical contact? Especially while wearing that.

[raisednofool.livejournal.com]

And what's the point of being Angelo if physical contact isn't answered with returned physical contact? Especially if it's lewd physical contact, like his arms around her and his hands placed conveniently on her ass.

And kisses, of course.

"You, too," he replies, and it's utterly true. "Whatchu doin' today?"

[feelingflavours.livejournal.com]

"Nothin' much."

Grin!

She's not quite blatant enough to pull the 'you, if you play your cards right' line. But she's thinking it.

[lemur-sitter.livejournal.com]

Sokka is getting used to people with funny coloured skin. At least Angelo doesn't show quite so much of it as the green woman.

He gets a friendly wave, and then Sokka goes back to CONSTRUCTING.

(Not constructing anything in particular. That would require (a) materials and (b) something to make. He's just tinkering with bits of wood and pipes and tubing from the barn, and enjoying the peace and quiet, and Totally Not stressing about the invasion approaching rapidly NOT AT ALL.)

[raisednofool.livejournal.com]

Of course not!

Angelo is all about these non-mutants that don't freak out when they get a look at him. So the younger boy is eyes for a moment before Angelo smiles a little and waves back. After that... well, why not be social?

"S'up, vato?"

[lemur-sitter.livejournal.com]

"I'm making ... nothing out of nothing," Sokka returns, sitting back on his heels and grinning up at the grey man. "What's a vato?"

[raisednofool.livejournal.com]

Angelo just shakes his head. He's not quite bored enough yet to teach someone Spanish. "Bored, too, eh? Guess it was too much to hope somebody would have any bright ideas 'bout what to do around here."

Other than find Inanna, that is.

[lemur-sitter.livejournal.com]

"You say that like it's my fault," Sokka grumbles, poking at his mish-mash of parts. The irritation isn't directed at Angelo, though. "I'm thinking I should get that flashy girl to take me back to Nooyawk so I can get into one of those box-on-wheels and have a look at the engine."

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

There's a woman covered in rainbows.

She's very, very cheerful.

And she's also, as it happens, wandering around and looking at things.

Not much surprises her, so when she turns a corner and Angelo is very suddenly there, she's already partway into smiling and waving a (very very cheerful) hello.

Let's just be grateful she remembered her manners enough not to greet him by name, shall we?

[raisednofool.livejournal.com]

Which is good because Angelo tends to be less than impressed and more than annoyed with mind readers.

But pretty, strange-colored girls waving at him are just fine. After a blink and a bit of leaning back out of surprise, he smirks a little and waves back. "Uh, hey."

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

"Hi! I'm Intuition. It's nice to meet you!"

Grin. Inty loves meeting new people. Especially nice ones like Angelo.

(Inty's definition of nice is broader than most people's.)

[raisednofool.livejournal.com]

Hey, Angelo is nice! It's friendly that he has issues with. And, yes, they are two different things.

"Angelo," said grey boy replies, with a helpless little smile that Inty may or may not be used to. It's the smile of a person not used to smiling at strangers but finding it impossible to not smile in front of this particular stranger. "Nice t'meet you, too, Intuition."

That's a long, complicated name. It also sounds less like a name and more like a codename.

"It'd be too much t'ask if you were a mutant, eh?"

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Intuition seems to have that effect on people. In the face of boundless joy and a generalized affection for everything, it's often difficult to keep from feeling a little cheerier yourself.

"No, I'm not. Sorry."

Slightly apologetic smile.

"I used to be abstract. Now I'm not anymore. "

She doesn't notice the language switch. Inty is often unaware of these things. It should be fairly noticeable to Angelo, however, because a sudden switch from perfectly New York English (thank you, Gabriel) to perfectly L.A. Spanish (that would be yours, Ange) is more than a little jarring despite the completely natural ease with which she does it.

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Because it had to happen sooner or later, There is a tall thin Asian in black giving the gray skinned mutant the eye. He's actually kind of glad to see the other guy, cause it's his first evidence that there are other Wild Cards here. "I was beginning to think I was the only Joker here." Little things like saying hello? So totally not needed.

[raisednofool.livejournal.com]

Apparently not! Unfortunately for the tall, thin Asian in black, the short, skinny Latino in grey is blinking a little blankly at him. "Que? What's that supposed t'mean?"

He's not angry - yet. Just confused.

[transbender.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I know I mostly don't look it, but I'm a Joker too man." He holds out his hand, and his fingers start drooping, sagging towards the ground. "See? I actually make my home in Jokertown itself, in the middle of it all."

Nope, he's completely clueless here. If it looks like a duck, and it's got a deformed beak like a duck, it must be a duck, right?

[raisednofool.livejournal.com]

Angelo blinks.

A lot.

Mostly at the fingers.

"...okay. So we got similar powers. I dunno what a Joker is, though, hombre - I'm a mutant."

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas twitches his head to one side. A mutant is a Joker. Right? "What's the difference? Is this some sort of midcountry thing?"