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[goldtoxicity]

[ isn't that a question. ]

Well... Utopia was pretty smashed up, so, not there... New York's, uh, I think the rats and sewer alligators would take over if that ended up in ruins. [ HMMMM ] I dunno, uh, somewhere warm. San Francisco maybe?

[pillz]

[san francisco really ain't all that warm, josh-kun, but ok. kavinsky smiles sidelong.]

I can see it. You could learn how to surf among the sea lions. Maybe try not to get mistaken for a goldfish and maimed. You think your girl would like California? I feel like she'd low-key freak out about wearing a bikini, but the survivalist shit, she could do.

[kavinsky speeds up once they're clear of the lights. more trees out here.]

Yo, you should come up with a name for your new pack, li'l pups. No murder mission, just you kids. Let the drugs inspire you.

[goldtoxicity]

She can wear whatever she likes. She's a knockout in anything.

[ swoon. his gaze shifts out the window. ]

We got a name. We're the New Mutants... [ a wistful sigh. ] Things were so much better when we were just the New Mutants.

[pillz]

[breasts. kavinsky doesn't really get it with breasts, but by his gay man standards, laurie does have nice ones. which she'd probably freak out about too, him having such an opinion.]

But I ain't a mutant. And you ain't that new.

[kavinsky glances at josh, sees the back of his pale hair, the dim moonlight limning his nose.] You gotta come up with a name for all of us.

[goldtoxicity]

[ all of us. he can't help but smile a doofy little smile at that. ]

Good point. Um...

[ he's not good at naming things. ]

The Limbic system? S'the part of the brain that controls, like, emotion, memories and motivation and junk. [ and like literally junk. arousal and all that. ] Limbics for short.

[pillz]

[kavinsky's eyes are back on the road. he smiles into the darkness illuminated before them.]

That is incredibly nerdy, [he says.] I dig it. We should probably start a band, with all our spirit dogs in the logo. Hey, hey. Before I forget--

[he sneaks tattooed fingers into the storage cubby between their bucket seats. he pulls out a dummy. a pacifier. one of them little suckers normally given to children. this one is a festive neon blue. and has a string on it, in case josh would rather suspend it around his neck for the drive.]

Bruxism.

[one of the funny side-effects. that josh could probably dial back with biokinesis, if he wanted to, but it's also part of the classic experience, really.]

[goldtoxicity]

Dude, can we start a band?

[ HOLY SHIT IT HAS NEVER OCCURRED TO HIM THAT THIS IS A POSSIBILITY. BAND??? they could be famous. famouser. he doesn't know how to play a single instrument but WHO NEEDS TO DO THAT when you can just be shirtless and hot. okay this idea might be getting away from him. he takes the pacifier - slightly confused until he gets the explanation - his history with drug use was a lot less well prepared for. which, you know, makes sense with the biokinesis. any negative side-effects can be reverted and it never lasts long enough for him.

except, uh. for this.

goddamn magic is great. love magic. wizards and dream thieves rule.

he loops it around his neck. ]

[pillz]

[kavinsky's face crinkles up with laughter that doesn't quite make it into sound.]

Sure, [he says.] We can start a band. I call drums.

[smashing drums. like smashing. hot boys? skulls? he could probably figure it out. he's had a fleeting dalliance with music before, as does any young thing who owns a stereo, enjoys an edgelord musical niche, and had money to burn.

shirtless and hot. that seems somewhat at odds with his millionaire philanthropist whatever something image. he'll worry about it when josh is sober.]

Tell me about the music, [he says. they have about twenty minutes, speeding through the dark. forest growing denser around them, skeletal trees mingling with conifers, until they're going up a broad road with what is, unmistakably, an enormous old plantation house at the end. grand steepled roof and white colonnade, climbing ivy, a sprawling green lawn. it looks like it's out of a movie.



except of course, in a movie, the windows wouldn't be aglow with neon pink light and an erratic strobe effect, subwoofer sound pulsing gently at a distance.]

You're gonna sing some cheesy-ass love songs, aren't you?

[goldtoxicity]

[ he cracks a grin. ]

Nah, man, punk rock is my true calling!

[ but what is this??? where the fuck does kavinsky find these places? this is amazing. ]

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[mofi]

do you know where ronan went?

[pillz]

no
did u check under the covers

[mofi]

get your head out of your ass for a moment
ronan's not here.
kylo didn't come back from whatever the fuck happened

[pillz]

what
just let tehm have their barn sex or watever, dude
maybe theyre having some edgy xperiment in monogamy
i mean at some point a guys gotta try something new & thats like the last frontier

[mofi]

there's no kylo to fuck anywhere, dude
he's gone
and ronan fucked off somewhere.

[pillz]

[...]

no shit?

[mofi]

no shit.
i dont know where he went
and i dont know what to do

[pillz]

[kavinsky thinks about it for a few awkward seconds. he's really in no position to advise. he feels extremely uncomfortable right now, the thought of kylo ren being gone for -- how long? but he has enough insight to know it'd be worse if he had his heart.

no need to speculate as to why that is.]

text him if u need lynch for somethin serious, but the kid probably needs space
couple days at least. weeks
he'll need u more than he needs space if ren dont come back b4 long.

[mofi]

i'm nothing in all this.
he's going to need you.

you busy tonight?
cos there's no one but me at the meadows.

[pillz]

naw. we all know i aint the guy for that

[less now than ever, kavinsky almost says. but he's good at secrets, in the way that addicts are good at doing drugs. compulsions are easy to follow, and honesty has never come easily to him, so.]

yeah, sure
i can go over there or u can come here. i got 2 roomates and ur boy peeper parker is around sometimes i tihnk

[it'd make things less awkward in the foley household, to have murphy in the mix following that weird shit in the alternate universe. and maybe murphy would like to be in a full house again, too, since he's accustomed to living with a half dozen other men. kavinsky isn't sure. shit feels hazy right now. what if kylo ren doesn't come back?]

up 2 u

[mofi]

i'll go over by you
the house feels haunted
shit i haven't seen him in awhile, too
can i come over now?

[pillz]

[oh isn't that kid noah a--]

i tihnk technically, it is 100% haunted

& yeah, sure
im just doin some shit on the computer but ill b e done by the time u get here

[mofi]

[ whoops. ]

alright.
thanks, man.

after the returnening

[solarcharged]

Hello you. Are you okay? Not sure how much you remember about the other place but I hope you at least remember that amazing ship of yours. It was a hell of a thing.

[pillz]

[honestly, kavinsky just knows a lot of rich people. excess is their specialty.]

Punk rock, punk rock, [he says.] Joshua Foley and punk rock. I guess I can see it. [there's a lopsided smile on his face. he pulls up next to one of the other cars parked on the grass, just behind a snarl of trees.]

What would you sing if it was your last night on Earth? This Earth.

[goldtoxicity]

Dude, I used to have a face full of metal. I wanted to get tattoos, too, but like...

[ hard to do when you'll heal them.. and a waste of money. ]

Um... [ hm, that's a good question. he peers up at the sprawling building. ] Did Blink-182 exist in your universe?