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| Daniel McMurran | John Crowley | Julius Larson |
Daniel: Rubs the side of his nose, straightens his shirt, messes up the back of his hair, and KNOCKS ON JAY ENNS' DOOR.
John: Takes awhile for the door to open, mostly due to the fact that he had to interrupt his reading in order to do so, but eventually the door does indeed open, revealing the innards of JAY ENN'S HOUSE, if it wasn't obscured by the man in question.
Daniel: Big grin. I got the right place! Hey John Nathan. Standing beside and a little behind him is a thin man WHO LOOKS LIKE A TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEAD LIGHTS.
John: Hello, King DAN. He emphasized Dan on purpose, though his eyes had turned on the one that looked as though a truck was about to run him… her… whichever, down.
Daniel: Please… No need for formalities. Smiles up at him. How're you?
John: Fine, Dan. Is this your theoretic wife? The one that was supposedly on a business trip and stood him up at the party.
Daniel: Blinks and then looks over at Julius. No! Ewww! God!
Julius: I'm going home…
Daniel: Grabs Julius.
John: Sounds like you two need marriage counseling. Steps aside from the door, though.
Daniel: Thanks! Drags Julius in with him.
John: Closes the door behind them, and locks it.
Julius: Stays close to Daniel, looking around the house. …
Daniel: So, what's up?
John: Nothing. Why are you here?
Daniel: I came to visit!
John: …Sufficient answer. Alright. Takes a seat in his armchair, picking up a small red book that read 'Spetsnaz' on the front.
Daniel: Reads the book cover. Spetsnaz. Are you going to read while you have guests over?
John: I'll try.
Daniel: Gee.
John's House: Actually more 'homey' than Daniel's had been, or at least more lived in. The furniture is mismatched and a little worn. There's a television set, though it literally has dust settled upon it, and the walls are mostly bare.
John: Picks his cigarette back up from his ashtray and places it in his mouth. I don't have pinball. Without looking up from his book.
Daniel: S'cool.
Julius: Frowns at Daniel.
Daniel: Whaaat?
Julius: Under his breath, though still audible. This guy doesn't want us here.
Daniel: Sure he does! He gave me his address.
Julius: … Sigh.
John: So. Who is he then? Flips a page.
Daniel: What, my wife? Grin.
John: Yes, your wife.
Daniel: Laughs. No, really, this is my cousin, Julius.
Julius: …Hello.
John: Doesn't even look up from his book, flips another page. Hello.
Daniel: He's also my best friend!
John: It's hard for some people to make friends outside the family. Flips another page.
Daniel: Actually, we were friends before I found out he was my cousin!
John: Fascinating. More page turning.
Daniel: You read really fast.
John: Shrugs his shoulders. Actually does read quite fast.
Daniel: He's the King of Atlantis.
Julius: Daniel!
Daniel: What? I already told him I was the King of Gaulsabis.
John: That he did.
Julius: Groans.
Daniel: No one ever said we had to keep it secret.
John: Just don't take a urine test. You can pass as crazy just fine, but I doubt you want jail time in preference to a padded room with a nice, warm jacket designed to keep you from harming yourself.
Daniel: Laughs. See? I told you, he's funny.
Julius: …hilarious.
John: Coming from the wall flower, that's flattering… Wallflower being a bit of a misnomer, since it'd be implying that you're actually making the wall prettier. Turns a page.
Daniel & Julius: Stare.
John: Not really subtle about that insult.
Daniel: …So what's Spetsnaz about?
John: The Franco-American revolution and how aliens influenced the outcome. I'm at the part where Hitler rides in on a giant spider.
Daniel: Uh… yeah. And I'm the crazy one.
John: You sure are, Dan.
Daniel: Takes a seat on his sofa.
Julius: Sits down next to Daniel.
Daniel: You have a nice place.
John: Thanks.
Daniel: You should come to Atlantis sometime!
John: I've got a thing about injecting myself with mind-altering substances. Blows a plume of smoke out of his mouth, though thankfully for Dan, the book at least acts as a buffer and it doesn't fly right into his face.
Daniel: You don't inject yourself. You take a magical potion!
Julius: Sigh.
John: That just makes it all better.
Daniel: Yeah… An example, Jwee-eh?
Julius: No.
Daniel: C'mon
Julius: Nooo.
Daniel: C'mooon.
Julius: Pushes Daniel off of him. No!
John: It's a sofa, boys. Not a love seat. Turns a page.
Daniel: Hee.
Julius: Frown.
Daniel: So what's been going on, J.N.?
John: Stops reading, and lowers the book to stare at Daniel. …
Daniel: Smile!
John: …Nothing, Dan.
Daniel: Got any hot dates?
John: No.
Daniel: Friends?
John: Some.
Daniel: Do anything fun?
John: Shuffleboard.
Daniel: Pft. Got a GF?
John: She's in the back, sharpening the knives for when we kill you both and cannibalize your corpses.
Daniel: That's cool.
John: Already back to reading. It is.
Daniel: Got any kids?
John: Do you see any?
Daniel: Could be at school
John: True. No.
Daniel: Do you want kids?
John: I could use someone to clean my shoes. And when I get tired of it… well, I assume they're biodegradable.
Daniel: I got a couple you could borrow.
John: I want the one that puts a bra on your fridge and calls it 'food mommy'. Turns a page.
Daniel: …what?
John: Or the one with a hunchback.
Daniel: My kids are beautiful.
John: Right.
