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| Scene Title | It's Gonna Hurt |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Sable makes a request of Magnes. |
| Date | April 5, 2010 |
From the outside, the Lighthouse looks as if it has had better days. The massive tower rising out of the house has fallen from its former glory. It is no longer a shining beacon, guiding wayward ships in from the lost harbor — though some may argue its purpose now is even more admirable. In its current state, the lighthouse seems to be in disrepair. Though upon closer inspection it all seems to be in the details. The paint has chipped away, leaving a discolored patterns of grays, whites, off-whites, and more grays. The occasional graffitti tag is here or there along the large building. One would notice that the doors, the windows, and the integrity of the building are all quite sound and newly repaired. The lighthouse has just been left with the look of abandonement.
Inside is a completely different story. Upon entering the main door, one will find a completely furnished and cozy arrangement. A spacious living room lined with two large blue sofa's, facing each other, a coffee table between them and several large bean bag chairs have been planted in the room. Shelves have been hung on the wall to display various different pictures of the occupants. A large bookcase is against the wall, holding a large variety of books from Dr.Seuss to the Bible, and even a copy of the Qur'an. The living room is focused on the fireplace a small black fence encloses it, the wood stocked on the bricks in front of it.
Connected to the living room is a kitchen, complete with a large rectangular table capable of seating around four on each long side and two on each end. A sink, a stove, an oven, a microwave and two refrigerators complete the look. Several low and overhead cabinets line the kitchen. At the edge of the kitchen are a pair of doors, one leading to a bedroom and the other, which has a padlock on it, leads to the basement.
At the back of the living room a glass sliding door leads out into the backyard of the Lighthouse, but just before it a staircase leads to the upper levels of the structure.
Its well past lunchtime, and Sable, almost phobically unwilling to participate in cooking (something muttered about a lack of bacon grease was her only explanation) happily accepted dish washing duty as an alternative. The plates have been scrubbed, as have all the plastic cups for the smaller of the Lighthousian Lilliputians, but the glasses made of, well, glass, have not joined them on the drying rack. Sable has, instead, lined them up along the counter and filled them with varying water levels, a trick that anyone who watched kid's educational TV will recognize as the makings of a simple instrument.
She's currently in the tuning stages, with a liquid measuring cup full of water in one hand, a spoon in the other, the latter of which is used to tap against a glass. Sable listens, taps again, listens, taps once more, listens, then makes adjustments, either adding or removing water.
It's certainly one way to keep busy.
"Impressive chores you're doing there." Magnes says as he's seemingly appeared behind her. He didn't walk into the kitchen, he floated in and silently landed. That's how he makes most of his Batman entrances. "I'm bringing Elaine here today. With the infrastructure collapsed, we all need to stay today. And I'd rather be here where I can protect the kids. I don't know what's gonna happen with my job or the rent, but let's hope being a government employee has some perks."
Sable nearly drops the measuring cup when Magnes speaks up. She spins around, slopping a little water on herself. "Jesus!" she exclaims, "Don't fuckin' do that! Jesus!" The latter Lord's name in vain just thrown in for good measure. She moves to the side, setting down the cup and running the spoon across the row of glasses, producing a full scale of 'tings'. "Figured I'd show the rodents," she means the kids, "this sometime. But had to make sure I remembered how to do it." She grins, "Ain't gonna be a quiet day in this place, time I'm through with 'em. Anything that makes noise, they're gonna know how to make noise with it."
The spoon taps against her thigh in a restless motion as she leans against the counter, eyeing Magnes, "Man, if the infrawhatever's gone done, I dunno that anyone's expected to be anywhere. Oh, for the record, we run out of food? I'm eatin' that Eric guy first. Time comes, I'll distract him, you take 'em down. We'll just take a leg first, arright?"
"Don't worry Sable, we won't be running out of food. I can still go out as long as I keep warm enough. I'll make sure we stay supplied with food. But…" Magnes sighs, seeming as if something's weighing heavily on his mind with the crease of his brows, head tilting down to stare at the bottom cabinets. "At this rate… it seems as if the entire city could become Staten…"
"Buck the hell up," Sable says, leaning forward and thumping her hand against Magnes' chest, "Think of the, like, benefit to science when ages later they get to dig up a whole city perfectly, like, preserved in ice," she smirks, "Just make sure they don't find you an in embarrassing pose."
The young woman turns and tings out a quick tune on the water glasses. Just a line from 'Blackbird'. She then starts dumping them out, one at a time, then placing them on the drying rack. She speaks as she works, back to Magnes, "Actually was wonderin' if you might make time fer me fer somethin'," she says, immediately becoming more accented as she sneaks forward a request.
"The snow will get fixed, but after, the city's gonna be very messed up. And your accent gets cuter when you're asking for things." Magnes notes, raising his head to smile at her and nod for her to go ahead. "I've got time, ask away."
"Who's t'say that ain't precisely the point," Sable says, peering at Magnes over her shoulder. She dries off her hands with a dish towel, then turns around, hiking herself up onto the rim of the sink. "I already know how to scrap okay, but most of what I know is gettin' the fuck outta situations, cuz, y'know," she gestures at herself, "I ain't exactly an amazon, y'know? But seems like… I dunno… the shit you and yours get up to isn't the kinda thing where someone bein' good at runnin' away is gonna help much. So… you said you know, like, kung fu or whatever? Bruce Lee shit?"
"I'm not exactly a master or anything, but I do know how to fight. I'm currently in the middle of learning a new style, something better than everything else I know. It's meant to stop someone from being able to fight, as quickly as possible." Magnes smiles, staring down at her as he seems to get what she's asking. "I'm not the person who should teach you, but I know someone, the person teaching me."
Sable squints, "Y'sure? Because we got time to kill here, and you gotta be able to, I dunno, teach me the basics, right? At least somethin'. I'm gonna get stir-crazy if I don't have somethin' to occupy me, and that ain't gonna be pretty when it happens, lemme tell you. There are /kids/ here, 'n' all."
"Yeah, there are things I can teach you." Magnes agrees, then motions for her to follow. "Let's try to find the basement, that should be a safe enough place." There's lots of things going through his mind, especially considering he's never taught anyone to fight before, not that he can remember, but… can't be too hard! "It's gonna hurt, you know."
"Good," is all Sable has to say to Magnes' warning. She may change her tune pretty quickly, though. Time and contusion will tell. She sidles after him, hands in her pockets. She manages to look determined, preoccupied and surly all at once but, as is often the case, her relative ill temper doesn't seem directed at Magnes.
Heading for the basement door after finally finding it, he tugs it a few times, grunting when he doesn't budge. "I think it's locked. And it's cold outside, so…" So he turns away from the door and starts looking around again. "This might take a while."
"I don't mind," Sable says, rolling her shoulders, "I can wait forever. I got time." Ah yes, more lyrics.