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2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday

First had been the conversation with Hyacinthe, then with Isabela and Dante, and now Ada was hard at work in the little kitchen of the second floor common room, with baking sheets strewn around and the oven going at a steady 350 degrees. Sugar, food coloring, honey powder, luster dust... a veritable mad scientist lab set-up with everything she needed to make up little baggies of totally edible glitter.

Sometimes a girl didn't always have the spare cash to buy the fancy stuff, and so Ada had learned early how to make it herself. Besides, it was good to practice so that she wouldn't forget how to mix it up, and maybe the island just needed a little bit more sparkly cheer.

[OOC: Open, yes, and with tasty glitter for all.]

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Dante had been really tempted to stay in Limbo City until next week, but unfortunately, there was still Roscoe to deal with - and he wasn't quite enough of an asshole to leave the guy locked in an empty dorm room.

He wandered into the common room sometime into the afternoon, a small bunny in his arms. "Glitter time, huh? Sparkly."

"Told ya I would," Ada said, grinning at him over her shoulder. "Wanna be my taste-tester?"

Wait, was that-- "Dante! Put that baby bunny back where its mama can find it!"

Dante rolled his eyes. "It's not a real bunny," he said. He held up the bunny. "It's Roscoe."

"Roscoe?!?" Ada put down the batch she was currently mixing and wiped her hands on her pants before walking over to them. "Shit, Roscoe, things I shoulda covered as Fandom 101 - sometimes people turn in t' animals randomly an' I fail at bein' anyone's sib. Sorry."

"It happened during that weird whatever that was last weekend," Dante said, shrugging. "If being on the island for fuck knows how long didn't prepare him..."

If it had happened during the weekend, it wasn't like Ada would have been capable of taking care of him, but still...

"You need a break from bunny-sittin' you let me know," she said, offering Roscoe her fingers to sniff. "An' I got fresh vegetables in th' fridge if'n he ain't ate today."

"Just got back," Dante admitted. "So I could raid a fridge."

Maybe he should dump Roscoe on Ada and go back home. But that would mean going back home, and the idea of lingering in Limbo City was a lot more appealing while he was actually there than when he had to make an actual decision to go back to that hellhole.

"My stuff's got my name printed nice an' big, so feel free t' take whatever," she said agreeably. "'Back?' What were you up to?"

Dante shrugged. "Went home," he said vaguely, putting the bunny down on the floor. Then he walked to the fridge.

"Yeah? An' how's the trailer coming?" she asked, sitting down to play with Roscoe while Dante rummaged in the fridge. "Nice an' snug yet?"

"I got everything set up how I like it," Dante said. "Picked up some random shit for a few bucks. It's nice."

Ish.

Good enough for him, anyway.

He found a container with Ada's name on it and pulled it open, snagging the lettuce inside. He tossed some towards Roscoe.

"Good," she said, making sure Roscoe was happily munching on the lettuce before she got up to go back to the counter and finish mixing up the next batch to go in the oven. "What sort of random shit did you find? Anything cool?"

She'd told him about her home, Ada wanted to hear about Dante starting to build his.

Dante shrugged one shoulder. "Picked up an old arcade cabinet," he said. "And a record player."

"Now I got a mental image of you playing arcade games at two in the morning instead a sleepin', b'cause you got bored an' decided you needed to beat your high score," she laughed, sorting through her food coloring. Red? Red. Everyone liked red. "What sort of game is it?"

"One of those old fighter games where they're out on the street and you beat up anything that comes near," Dante reported, sitting down on the couch, not far from the bunny. "It was that or Pac-Man."

"Don't knock Pac-Man, it's a classic," Ada scolded. "Sounds like you got a good start to th' place."

The timer went off and Ada set down her mixing to grab an oven mitt and pull out a baking tray filled with glittering blue sugar.

"It's not exactly a five-star penthouse," Dante said. "But it's good, yeah. Maybe I should throw some of your glitter on the walls or something."

Red, maybe.

"You want a jar of m' tasty glitter, all you gotta do is ask," Ada said, giving him a grin. "Maybe I'll whip you up a special batch as a housewarming gift. I wouldn't put it on th' walls, though, I'll make a different type for your decorating."

She set down the tray of blue and slipped the red into the oven, setting the timer again.

"Or maybe I just want you to come over there and draw on me with that glitter," Dante said, smirk at roughly half wattage to what it usually was.

But hey, he was trying.

They were both trying, and half wattage was better than where they'd both been on Monday morning. Dante was finding his smirk, and Ada wasn't staring at the floor or at walls so that she didn't have to look at people.

"A chance to paint you up in kiss-a-carnie golds and reds? I might enjoy that," she admitted. "When you want t' sparkle, you just let me know."

"You should come back and see the trailer anyway," Dante said. "Bring that special batch of glitter once you got it done."

"I'd like that," Ada said thoughtfully as she worked, breaking up the sheet of blue into fine shimmering bits to let it cool. "I wanna see if I c'n kick your ass on this game you got."

"An' maybe this time I get to see a bit more of your carnival, too."

Dante probably shouldn't be inviting people back to fucking Limbo City.

Dante probably shouldn't be going back to fucking Limbo City voluntarily.

But in some sick, twisted way, it was home, and he'd been adrift for a while now. "You can't beat me," he said merrily, "But you can try. Just let me know when."

Hey now! Ada had behaved herself perfectly on her trip to Limbo City! She'd totally gotten an A+ in 'Staying the Fuck out of Trouble!' while looking for him, and earned a solid B in 'Keeping Dante Out of Trouble' once she'd found him. If she stuck to the pier, they couldn't get in that much trouble, right?

"Poke me next time you decide to go check on your place an' I'll tag along," she decided. "An' I can too beat you."

No she couldn't. Ada was terrible at arcade games; the controls hurt her hand-webs if she tried playing for too long.

"Got anything interestin' planned for the rest of your week?"

It was Limbo City. On a long enough timeframe, there was always trouble.

Dante shook his head. "Just waiting till this kid turns back," he said. "Might crash a wedding on the weekend. There'll be free booze."

"Who's gettin' married?" Ada asked, surprised. "--an' better question, can we put Roscoe in a little bow-tie if he ain't person-shaped by then?"

"Lecter and Starsmore," Dante said. "So it's gonna be pretentious and 90s hipster up the ass, but the drinks and the food will be upscale as fuck."

He tossed Roscoe another leaf of lettuce. "Think we can find one small enough?"

"I c'n make him one," Ada said, "Outta scraps from m' sewing kit. Maybe even a tiny top hat t' go with it if'n it's that type a fancy wedding."

She was drawing the line at a coat with tails, though, even if it would be punny. Roscoe would still be the most dapper bunny there.

"'M already making some garters to hide the knives that 'Bela got me, makin' a tiny bow tie ain't no problem."

Dante looked up. "She finally got you something stabby, huh?" he said. "Good."

"An' lessons t' go with 'em," she said happily. "She really knows how t' give a girl a workout."

For once, Not Dirty. Mostly.

Okay, so maybe the most screwed-up thing wasn't Dante's urge to head back home, but his missing dirty-drive this week. The weird, somewhat-clear spots in his memory of the weekend were screwing with him.

"Yeah, that's our Iz all right," Dante said. He wandered towards the couch and collapsed on it. "Never really seen her fight, though."

"She got me little throwin' ones," Ada said, leaning against the counter and holding up her hands to show Dante the approximate size. "First I gotta learn how to throw while holdin' still, then while movin' and such. That way I don't gotta get up close, I can throw an' run away."

"I ain't seen her fight, but she throws beautifully."

"Throwing's good," Dante said, flicking some more lettuce onto the floor. "You shouldn't be running straight into trouble anyway."

"Hell no," Ada agreed, shaking her head. "Savin' the world is for you people with useful powers."

Not the girl who could breathe underwater.

"I've had enough trouble, thanks. 'M gonna go in th' opposite direction."

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