IC CONTACT | Mask or Menace

[animated]

"Hey, you've reached Charlie Maxwell. Leave me a message. Or just text me. I might get back to you faster that way."

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[nostalgiabomb]

Or you could put together people's shelves for them. [ He sweeps out an arm. ] World of possibilities, Maxwell.

I'll totally back you on the puppets, though.

[animated]

... I suddenly really hope this place doesn't have an IKEA equivalent.

But thanks. Maybe I'll name one after you.

[nostalgiabomb]

Make sure it's the most handsome one you've got.

[ He drinks the last of his beer, gesturing for another and two menus. ]

Why not stick with teaching? Friend of mine said they were looking for staff at that school, um-- [ He snaps his fingers as he tries to remember the name. ] Xavier School for Imports, I think?

[animated]

Hadn't honestly crossed my mind.

Think I could do it?

[nostalgiabomb]

That's really your call, man. But what I'm seein'? You've got the patience for kids -- which apparently you do, even when they're behind the wheel of a car -- and you're apparently a nerd, since you were thinkin' of working for a library, so.

[ He shrugs a shoulder, and though he was going for a deadpan delivery, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. ]

[animated]

Oh, hush. You like my nerdiness.

But I'll consider it. What's the name of this friend of yours who was talking about the school?

[nostalgiabomb]

Verity Willis. Glasses. Red hair. She only teaches there, but she can at least get you in touch with whoever's in charge.

[animated]

I'll keep it in mind. Look at you, opening up new career paths for me.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ As the bartender comes by with the menus and drinks, Peter gives Charlie a quick salute. ]

What did you ever do without me, man?

[animated]

Flounder around aimlessly, I guess.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He huffs out a near silent laugh. ] You poor thing. Didn't have Goto to guide you along your path?

[animated]

Nah. Kasumi's a terrible influence.

[ he says it with obvious fondness, though ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah? I can imagine. When we were running around as kids, she tried to get us to steal candy apples.

[animated]

I told her I wasn't allowed to move anything bigger than I was with my magic, and she immediately suggested I move the TV.

... Speaking of being kids, you were adorable.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter's expression sours. ]

Yeah, yeah, very funny. Most of that time's kind of a blur, but if you took any pictures, I am prepared to punch you for them.

[animated]

Considering I was also pint-sized, I didn't take any pictures. So, no need to resort to violence.

[nostalgiabomb]

Good.

[ He takes a drink from his beer, and then amends thoughtfully, ]

Also? I had no idea you could get smaller.

[animated]

What, did you think I just emerged into the world at five-foot-six?

[nostalgiabomb]

Sometimes, yeah. I dunno how wizards work, dude.

[animated]

Uh. Yeah no. We emerge into the world as babies, just like anyone else. We age normally until we hit our twenties then everything slows down.

[nostalgiabomb]

Damn. Was thinking it was one of those clam-shell-emerging-from-the-ocean situations, like Aprhodite.

Well. Learn somethin' new everyday, I guess.

[animated]

Oh, no. That happens. We're just babies when it does.

[nostalgiabomb]

Oh, yeah? Do trumpets play a fanfare in the background, too? And where does the stork play in for wizards, exactly?

[animated]

Well, when a mommy wizard and a daddy wizard are able to stop hating each other and the circumstances of their arranged marriage, they call up the stork and ask him to set up the whole "rising out of the ocean" deal. It's sort of like booking a wedding venue.

[nostalgiabomb]

Huh. Fascinating.

[ A pause, then a bit more soberly, ]

Arranged marriages, huh?