Six Underground {Open}

[Anna Snow]

Oh, that crazy Will Smith and his incredibly vibrant clothing--so totally 90s.

"Speaking of colorful," no one was speaking of anything colorful, but Felix had been in his head so therefore he found it relevant.  "Rafael, welcome to the Mystical Land of the Insomniacs.  It's quite a lovely place, filled with reruns of familial comedies and ancient daytime television.  The stars are shining, the moon is high and yet this is the time in which we thrive the most, for better or worse."  He twisted himself around a little to look at him, offering the parrot a sort of wave-salute hybrid.

"Dom could chase me around with his guns blazing for weeks and he'd never kill me.  It might hurt, but I'm sure I'd live to see another sleepless night."  Because, for whatever reason, Felix seemed incapable of dying.  Even when he was running across the landing field of the airport, dodging planes left and right as they took off and came back to earth, he still managed to live.  He didn't doubt Dom's crazy, but he didn't doubt his uncanny ability to survive either.

[Xander Ulrich]

Xander spit out his soda when Felix let on his actual age. He looked at him incredulously. "You all look so YOUNG!" he thundered, waving his hands around just around the time that Rafael came in. It was like watching a caveman learn about fire, really, when you saw it from his standpoint as an innocent bystander. His lips sort of twitched a little, and then his eye twitched - and then he burst out into loud, rumbling laughter. "Sport!" he exclaimed. He actually laughed so hard he fell off the couch, which might have been more of the fact that he was slap-happy than the fact that it was actually that hilarious.

When he had died down, he sat up a little, and gave a wave of greeting to Rafael. "Moon is up. Wolf is up. Things are as they should be. I suppose I should just stop trying to sleep at night, and tell Lucien to hook me up with more nocturnal jobs." He sat the rest of the way up, but still didn't seem content to get on the couch just yet. He glanced back over his shoulder at the television and shuddered as a commercial for the 'Ped Egg' came on.

"This actually makes me gag," he said, pointing a thumb back to it. "You might want to change it, before...ugh.." he shuddered as they showed the audience how to dump the foot shavings INTO THE TRASH CAN. Gross.

[Rafael Ortega]

Naturally, Rafael immediately knew that Felix was talking about him when he mentioned 'colorful', and he took no offense.  He didn't mind, and ended up actually approaching the other two while he worked through that water bottle.  By the time Xander was on the floor, Rafael had reached the couch, and he was laughing his ass off just as seeing the wolf fall off the couch.  THAT was a smooth move, and he topped Xander's smoothness with a vault over the back of the couch, which ended with him sprawled across the thing. 

"Move your feet, lose your seat," he remarked, turning his head to look up at Felix from where he now was.  "Seriously, what is it with you two and not sleeping?  I was actually asleep before I came in here, even if you two ruined it with falling off the couch and calling each other names."

He would have been content with leaving his conversation at that, ignoring the 'Ped Egg' commercial (which involved things he didn't want to see about feet), but it was followed up by the 'Head On' commercial.  There was no way any parrot in existence would pass up that one, and he had a feeling that these two would get a kick out of the parrot voice.  He didn't do it often enough for it to get old, but those that appreciated it got to hear it.

"Raaaa.  Head awn, apply directly to the fowrehead.  Raaa."  It was quieter than usual, but still there.  With the number of repetitions of the same phrase in one commercial, he could hardly help himself.

[Anna Snow]

Xander had some kind of strange spasm attack and fell off of the couch, laughing hysterically like someone who got hit with literal laughing gas.  He couldn't seem to control it.  Felix found himself laughing along, unable to help himself between Xander's crazy reaction and Rafael's laughter added in.  It was inevitable.

Rafael then hopped the couch and landed beside him, taking up way too much room which only merited a slight joking shove from the vampire.  The Ped Egg commercial came on and Xander gagged, fascinating Felix.  He leaned forward a bit and watched in morbid curiosity as the foot shavings were placed in the trash.  "Good God, what the devil is that cheese grater supposed to do?  Feed the homeless?"  He blinked widely at the screen, but frowned when the commercial switched over to the next.

HEAD ON.  APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD?  APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD.

That must have been the most obnoxious commercial to ever air.  And Rafael parroted it.  Seriously, he parroted.  Felix laughed, collapsing against the back of the couch and very literally holding his sides.

"It MUST be late or something."

[Xander Ulrich]

"You know, I actually considered doing something productive with my evening. My friend Diarmid and his brother got into the last house I rented and filled it with balloons somehow. I was planning on going to TP their houses tonight, but I fell asleep instead. And now, well. We're like the Reverse Breakfast Club, only we don't have a 'princess'." He paused, and turned to look pointedly at Rafael. "Or do we?" he added, arching a brow.

He lifted the remnants of his soda and took a last gulp. "But you guys wouldn't know anything about causin' trouble like that, would you?" he asked, glancing up at them. But... was that a dare? Or a double-dare?

[Rafael Ortega]

Rafael had to admit that the Ped-Egg commercial was gross, but he was ignoring it even through Felix's comments.  He did NOT want to see it again.  Once was enough, thank you.

The laughter at his parroting act was satisfying, if brief, before Xander started talking, and Rafael was tempted to actually lean back, relax, and maybe consider going back to bed.  The 'princess' bit had his attention, though.  "Princess, my ass!  You're only saying that 'cause you look like an ogre and he's about 80 years older than you!" he retorted, though he did NOT deny that he was better looking than Xander.  That was common knowledge.

"I know a good bit about causing trouble, but I might be too much of a princess to help you TP houses, though it probably doesn't matter when you're so old and tired that you fell asleep instead."

[Anna Snow]

Felix snorted when Xander called Rafael a princess (just without actually saying it, only implying as much).  He sideways glanced at the parrot, who in return called the wolf an ogre.  Was this some sort of crazy Shrek argument because Felix was most certainly NOT Donkey.  The reference to the Breakfast Club did not go over his head, however.

The loud man who always seemed to remind people of Al from Home Improvement came on next, shouting about the latest product that he was attempting to pawn off to the feeble minded.  Some sort of white puddy that supposedly could pull a truck.  What?

He took his attention away from the television, inserting himself back into the conversation.  "Well, I certainly know a thing or two about causing trouble."  Some people knew that a little too well.  "So, I guess if you're posing a challenge, you can consider me up for it."  Although, he really did want to do some painting tonight.  That was why he came out in the first place.

[Xander Ulrich]

Xander only laughed harder when Rafael fired back the comments at him - he sounded like himself in high school, or even college. "Are you kidding me?" he asked. "You could fly over the house and drop the rolls off on the roof. Do you think they'd even begin to imagine how we got it all the way up there? I mean, I can throw, but you could tie a bow around their chimney." If there had been any malice in the comments, it had fallen away like glass to a wall, but Xander somehow doubted there wasn't. There was a sort of camaraderie between himself and most of the other hunters, at least the men, that he valued and worked hard to maintain. Xander was known for being a good guy, if not sometimes a little.. intimidating. Right now, though, he was all grins.

He looked at Felix. "You know, if it wouldn't actually get me into trouble, I'd tell you that you could bring my paintball gun.. It's still loaded, plus I have extras. Although..." he trailed off. There were some older, decrepit houses they'd have to drive by to get to this one - they were everywhere in Ramsa, and it was only a stone's throw from the Guild House if they took the right roads. "No, that would definitely get me into more trouble than I want. You can use it on the overpasses, though."

Paintball, painting. It was all the same to Xander. Art stuff that he wasn't good at. He could write his name in paintball, and that was where it stopped. But he was trying!