[Room 306] Making Fiends, Making Fiends

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 is in his room, constructing mannequins. For the sake of Art. Every once in a while, he stops to read a graphic novel called "The Escapist."

The door is slightly ajar, and 6 is in a more nostalgic mood than usual. Not that he's leaving or anything.

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(Vendetta's always making fiends....)

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Six, I got a few more Caprican cigars for you for the holidays, you know?" Lee says after knocking briefly.

Re: (Vendetta's always making fiends....)

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Lee. Most appreciated. How are, ah, things?"

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"Reasonably well, I suppose?" he replies. "And you?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Good. Good. Well, ah, if I don't see you, and there's no reason why I wouldn't... have a good life."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee looks at him, perplexed. "Oh...okay?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Be seeing you."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John hasn't seen Six in awhile, not since that whole 'you are not real' thing so he stops by with small present (http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/security/5a42/) that reminded him of Six.

"Anyone home?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"In here, John."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Hey," John says and holds out a small package. "Now, this doesn't prove that I'm real but I did think this could come in handy for you."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 accepts the package. "Thank you." He opens it up. "John... I... Don't know what to say. Whatever the state of this reality, you are a true friend. Even if I have been rather... reclusive lately."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"No problem," John says. "And regardless of whether I'm real or not, you sure did give me a lot to think about with that. I got that for you because you were concerned about security when you stayed with me. That should help."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 smirked. "Indeed. John, in case I don't see you again... I just wanted you to know that you are a stand-up fellow, and that you shouldn't let them wear you down. You're too good a man to be broken."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John frowns and looks perplexed. "Thanks. I'll try not to let the man get to me. Are you in some kind of trouble? Is that the reason you might not see me again?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"No reason." He turns back to his mannequin construction. "Just, you know, thought I'd say it."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Right," John says. "You take care, man. See you around."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's got a present, might as well give it. She's humming for some reason and the subject line would have nothing to do with it at all. Really.

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 coughs. "Ah, Jaye. Hello."

[fates_jaye]

"Hey," she says. "Tis the season, so I thought I'd drop this off." She hands him the package.

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Er, thank you. I didn't think to get you anything, I'm afraid."

[fates_jaye]

"Oh, that's cool. I just saw it and thought you should have it," she says. "Have fun with it."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. And, ah, if I don't see you again, for whatever reason... have a good life. And try not to let --" He glances around. "-- *them* get to you."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye nods solemnly. "I won't."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker stops by 6's door, mostly to taunt. "You still owe me two Dares and a Truth." She swings a bottle of scotch idly from her fingers, one with a red bow on it.

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Parker. I suppose I do. Come in. I'll disable the traps." Most days 6 wouldn't leave himself this open, but... there was something special about today. Something not related to escaping. No sir.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Merry Whatever," she said, handing over the bottle. "How about a Truth? Like... what's your first name?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 accepts the bottle, and then look at Parker with a frown. "Blast. It's John."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grins. "Gracias. John Six. Got any glasses? I'm trying to think of a Dare, and most of them are alcohol based, so...."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"John Dr... It doesn't matter." He pulls a few tumblers from a drawer. "Be prepared."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You, I can't see as a Boy Scout. Adama, yes. You, no." Parker took the tumbler, and toasted him. "Sentiments of the season, yadda.... Hmmm." She tapped her fingers on the glass after she took a sip. "Want to work off that Dare with a strike against the establishment?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Boy Scouts are more of an American thing, anyway." He pulled from his tumbler. "Have something in mind?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's smile was slow and evil. "Did you know the teacher's lounge has an xBox, just going to *waste*?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"What's an xBox?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinked, then rolled her eyes. "A video game system. One of the better, high-end ones, that can play the best games, and in no way deserves to be ignored by our dear faculty. None of them are in the lounge now, they're off grading tests or getting drunk. And the Principal is leaving soon, he's short-timing it-- all we have to do is get past Biffy." She leaned in. "No one has tried that all semester, not and succeeded, you know."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Ah. A contraption designed to lure in minds and liquefy them. The Principal's insidious plots don't only extend to the students but to the faculty as well. As my last strike against tyranny while I'm here... this term... I shall steal this xBox. But I cannot do it alone."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker frowned, then admitted. "Good point. Who do you need?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"We'll need at least a half-dozen running a number of confidence games. A tea leaf, two bobbysoxers, a five alarmer, and popsicle stick. And a Nellie Bly."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinked at him. "Okay. English is my first language. Italian and Japanese my second, Spanish my third-- and I have no idea what you just said. Give me names, I'll get you players."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 harumphed. "Thief, in the ducts. Two boxers, for distracting Rover, a charmer for Biff, and a lockpick for the door. And an eye -- command central."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'll take that last one. I can't box, I suck at charm, and I have a good idea for the lockpick. Plus I don't want to get my suit messed up." She tapped a finger on her lower lip, her eyes narrowing. "And actually, I know who we need for all the others, too."