Scoot Over, Bitch


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Scene Title Scoot Over, Bitch
Synopsis Brian comes to do business with Delia's body. Yes.
Date December 4, 2010

Redbird Security

There's a sharp, professional feel to the main lobby of the building. The carpet is a deep maroon underfoot, the walls an off-white cream that doesn't glare too brightly beneath the recessed lighting in the ceiling. Half a dozen chairs upholstered in a sandy light brown sit against one wall beneath a painting, a print of a Thomas Brill that shows the ruins of Midtown covered in vines and greenery as seen from the rooftop of the Deveaux building. The receptionist's station takes up almost an entire wall on the right side of the lobby, guarding the hallway that leads back into the building's offices. Behind and above the desk, the logo for Redbird Security Solutions hangs on the wall in glossy black.

The central hall continues the same carpet and wall colors to a number of doors. There are four offices, a restroom done in shades of blue and pale sand tones, and a comfortable employee lounge with attached kitchenette. An open doorway in the main lobby reveals a flight of upward stairs, and there's a locked door at he end of the central hall that guards the basement steps.

What do you bring when picking up a body? After thinking about it for a long time, Brian finally conceded that he would just wing it. And now the replicator finds himself strolling into Redbird Security. Dressed warmly, Winters pulls his jacket over his chest. Tugging down the beanie, glancing around. He doesn't look like he belongs in such a nice building. But here he is regardless. Making his way through slowly, he arches a single impressed brow. "Wow Dickie boy. Really moving up." He murmurs under his breath. "Maroon carpet. Im-pressive."Making his way to the receptionists desk. "I'm here for Peyton Whitney." Winters announces. "You can tell her B is here."

This late on a weekend, the only people working are those who own the place. Sitting at the receptionist desk, Peyton turns and looks up at the sound of Brian's voice, grinning at the sight of the blond man.

"B. How very code," she says warmly, standing and hurrying around the desk to offer Brian a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. "It's good to see you, Brian. How are you? Come on, I'll show you the way."

First, she moves to the lobby door to click the lock into place, then nods for the replicator to follow her. She leads him back around the reception area, down a hallway, and finally to the stairwell that leads to the upper levels. "So you have an idea on how to get her back in her body?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder as she climbs the stairs, fingers sorting her key ring to find the proper key for the apartment.

"Hey hey Pey Pey." Brian smiles warmly in return. "Look you. Moving up in the world. From celebrity to receptionist. Papa would be proud." Hugging back, he drops his hands then shoves them back into his pockets. Following Peyton back. "Alright. I'm doing fine. As fine as anyone can be in this place. God our world is shitty." Brian sighs, shaking his head. "How are you doing?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure I can. Um. You guys don't happen to have something I can move her with do you? It might be awkward to shove her in a cab." He gives a little shrug. "I think I have a better chance of getting her back to her body with my pseudo telepathy. You know? My link? I think my brain links to my other me's are perfect for corralling her back into her body. Um. You don't happen to know if she has a brother, do you?"

Peyton's eyes narrow at receptionist and she flinches a little at Poppa. Brian's not quite up to date on the issues of her past, so she lets it go. "I'm not a receptionist, idiot. I'm the CFO." A key is stuck into the proper doorknob and metal scrapes metal before she turns the knob and enters the room.

"Where are you bringing her? I mean — why can't you just do whatever your idea is here?" she asks, shaking her head at if she has anything to move her with. "I don't know anything about her, Brian. She has a boyfriend, so don't get any ideas. Can you do whatever you are planning with one you here, and then the others? You can use the apartment… the Institute's looking for her, so I really don't like the idea of you just … running around town with her, you know?"

As she talks, she leads him through the apartment to the bedroom which has been turned into a hospital room of sorts, with Delia in the bed hooked up to an IV.

"You were in a receptionsts desk~" Brian says in a sing song voice. Glancing over to her with a light smile. "You look like a receptionist. You're a receptionist." Winters affirms. And nothing she says will ever change that. "I was going to take her to my apartment in Chinatown." He shrugs lightly. "I don't know.. I guess I could try it here. I just… That wasn't the plan in my head, okay Peyton?" He smirks a little bit as he follows her in.

"Is he bigger than me? Got a better power?" Looking down at her, he gives a light bob of his head. "Well then I'll have to stay here. Sleep here. Close to her. So. I'll need a lot of pillows, some sleepytime tea, and a guarantee that if her boyfriend is bigger than me that he will not be allowed in here." He smiles down at her as if suggesting he's kidding."So.. Cool?"

"You can stay here. The kitchen's stocked. Jaiden is bigger than you and a hydrokinetic, but I think you should be able to outman him, and I'm not a receptionist. I hire the receptionists," Peyton tosses back with a smirk.

More serious, she glances down at Delia and reaches to brush a curl of red hair out of the girl's face. "It's probably safer to keep her here, but if you need, I do have a car. I can go to my apartment and get it, and bring it back here. I never drive it, but I do have one."

She turns to look at him, brows rising in her pale face, dark circles beneath her eyes suggesting she hasn't gotten enough "sleepytime" herself. "Be careful. Don't get stuck in a coma, please?"

"I'll just stay here. Lock the door. And just have no one come in til I come out? Unless it's like stupid amount of time. I should come out in a day or two. Because maybe I caught a staff infection and died." Winters explains, going to take off his jacket. The jacket is thrown on the floor. "I bet he doesn't know my crazy martial art.. whatever fighting style it is I do.. skills." Brian waves a dismissive hand. "Alright. Thanks Pey. Good to see you. And if I have a problem, I'll just have anohter me call you. Alright?"

"A couple of days — that's dangerous," she protests, but then she nods when he says another him will call her if there's a problem. "I might peek in on you too so don't do anything totally embarrassing while you're awake, all right? I won't see anything if your eyes are closed though."

Peyton moves forward to give him another hug and another kiss on the cheek. "I'll be in 103 if it's not work hours, most likely, so you can get me in there if you need anything, Brian."

With one more look at the sleeping beauty on the bed, Peyton sighs, and then heads to the door, peeking over her shoulder. "You can lock the door from the inside, you know," she adds with a smirk, and then slips out the door.

"Oh. You know what.. I will be rotating in me's. So I can be sleeping a lot in here. And.. if you have the time. Think you could pick up stuff with like melatonin? That's the sleep one right? Some drowsy medicine. Anything that will help me get extra hours of sleep would be great." Accepting the hug, he smiles after her as she goes. "Okay. Thanks Pey Pey. See you later." Taking his beanie off he flicks it on the ground. Looking over at Delia, he goes to stretch one arm out and then the next.

When Peyton steps out he goes to lock the door. Rolling his neck he walks towards Delia's body. Peering down at her face for a little bit, he lets out a soft sigh. "Scoot over bitch." Brian mumbles, going to pull Delia all the way to one side of the bed. He does it gingerly, however. And once she is fully out of the way, Winters goes to lay on the bed next to her. Rolling on his side with his back to her, he stares with wide eyes at the wall.

Time to start sleeping.

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