1447/Stop Attracting World-Ending Stalkers

Stop Attracting World-Ending Stalkers
Date of Scene:	06 May 2016
Location:	Earth Court Frat House
Synopsis:	Hannah objects to Mamoru apparently blowing up her warehouse. Kunzite and Makoto object to Hannah objecting to Mamoru. Mamoru objects to being awake.
Cast of Characters:	Mamoru Chiba, Hannah Sharpe, Makoto Kino, Kunzite

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Mamoru Chiba has posed:
It's a fine evening in early May! The night is clear, the moon is out, the breeze is cool, and Mamoru's apartment is just as accessible to visitors by balcony as ever, though the business with the building's concierge has grown somewhat more hoop-jump-through-y now that multiple people reside in the top floor and they all have their own elevator keys. There are obviously people home, though, and the concierge has seen Miss White before so it's not a problem if she wants to enter like a normal person instead of a magical girl.

It's a relatively normal evening in the Earth Court Frat House, as well, though a lot of the usual crowd is out, and the only people there at the moment are Mamoru himself, Kunzite, and Makoto.

Mamoru's tea is cooling on the coffee table, he's finished his homework, he has a cookie in his mouth and one headphone on, and is reading a book sideways on the couch with his legs dangling over the arm of it. He's somewhat pale and disinclined to move much, for some reason.

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
Miss White wisely took the time to calm down before coming to investigate. So much so, that as she walks in-henshin past the concierge, she gives the man a pat on the back and tips him like a proper CEO.

Miss White is smiling. Like a shark. And her brows seem frozen in a squinty look. She is, in fact, merely livid instead of murderous. There's also a flower on her lapel today. When she goes to the Earth Frat House door? It can be seen if anyone peeks out. That's a Tuxedo Kamen rose.

THUD! THUD THUD THUD!

That's the sound of a robo-hand hammering out a knock.

"Oh Maaaaaamoru~! Can I come in, buddy, friend?" She sing-songs, not at all bothering to hide the bubbling fury just beneath.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
There is pounding on Mamoru's door. There is a familiar voice. A familiar angry voice. That goes with pounding. Mamoru still doesn't want to get up. So Hannah can hear from inside:

"Can somebody let her in? She knows the rules! No murder, assault, kidnapping, explosives, or magical firefights in the apartment!"

Makoto Kino has posed:
Makoto was nominally - very nominally - studying, but at the vigorous knocking and the very ominous voice from the other side of the door, she looks up sharply from the notebook she was staring at.

And gives Mamoru a rather dubious look.

"You sure about that?" she wonders as she gets to her feet. "'Cause that doesn't sound much like a friendly visit."

She's not going to the door, notably.

Kunzite has posed:
"I'll keep that in mind," says a deeper, dryer voice. Less of a call; its owner must be the closest to the door.

Kunzite is already in uniform by the time the door opens; but he inclines his head to the woman seething on the far side, rather than greeting her with an attack or with wary shadows. "Miss White." He gives her space to enter.

It is perhaps notable that every time these two have been in the same place, there has been a fight. Though once or twice, they haven't been on opposite sides.

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
"Kunz-kun! How are you? Ah, it's been a while, huh? Sorry about getting you dragged into that mess with me and the sword. I appreciate you and everybody bailing my stupid self out. Seriously." That fury is definitely bubbling away still, but that smile becomes just a /bit/ more real. For about a moment.

"Anyway, sorry to barge in like this. I just need to have a tiny little /chat/ with our resident Hat-guy." The nickname is given with equal amounts love and barely contained annoyance. Suddenly she's offering Kunzite her arm. The real one.

"Mind taking me to him?" A question demanding a yes. At least she takes off her shoes.

Either way, in goes a Hanners.

"Mamo-kun! Man, you've been /busy/ lately! You dropped something though." She flings the rose. It embeds itself in a nearby table complete with arrow-landing sounds.

"Oh, hey, Mako-chan, right? Didn't notice you there! How've you been?" More friendly banter. Then back to Mamo.

"....Care to explain, Mamo-kun?~".

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Mamoru still isn't getting up, but he does do Hannah the courtesy of taking the cookie out of his mouth before he talks, and putting a bookmark in his book. And taking the one earbud out. He eyes the flung rose with annoyance-- but he lives with Jadeite and Zoisite, and the furniture is no longer picture-perfect anyway. What's one more stab mark? "Explain what? Where'd you find it?"

He finally lugubriously at least gets to the point where he's sitting up. "And sorry I'm crappy host today, I'm not feeling well. I have an alien stalker who's possessed by a botany monster from space trying to eat all the Earth's energy and there's no antihistamines for an allergy of that magnitude. But I can make eyes at someone to get you some tea if you like."

He actually... really doesn't look well. "I mean literally a botany monster. With xenoflora as a vector of planetary immune system attack. So..."

There's a pause, and Mamoru finishes deadpan, "star pollinosis star."

Makoto Kino has posed:
Wow, rude. That is roughly the fact that Makoto makes when the rose thunks into the top of the table, though somehow she manages to restrain herself from saying it out loud.

What she does say, as she wanders her way over to stand by where Mamoru is sitting in a fairly obvious flanking position, is, "You know, Mamoru-niisan, you should probably be a little more careful about leaving those lying around where anybody can pick them up." Looking up from the rose, she settles her eyes on Miss White, level but guarded. "Thanks for bringing it back."

Just that, for now.

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
Bliiiiiiiink. Long and slow. Both arms go slack, she closes her eyes, and finally gives a long, hard sigh.

"Mamoru Chiba. First you have an existential crisis over a millenia old princess that turns out to be the clutzy little loveball that is Usagi Tsukino. Then your mega-salty stalker-crush decides to nearly end the world /and/ get pretty much all of us killed over not being able to have you. And now you're telling me that Stalker-Crush the Second, Poison Ivy Edition is trying to suck out the world's energy." Her rage just turns into a thin line with her mouth. Sightless eyes bore into the lazily lounging Hat-guy.

"Has anyone ever told you that your love life is weird, and potentially world-ending? I don't know whether to be impressed, or just sad."

Hannah doesn't back down against Mako. If anything, that line gets straighter.

"Not a problem, Storm-chan!"

But she finally manages to shove away the boiling rage, and finds a seat. "Tea'd be great. Ugh, fine, fine. I was half tempted to drag you outside and give you a pounding, but screw it. This week has been awful, and tea would be brilliant right now. Alright. Long story short, I found it at my warehouse. That was demolished. With vines. And everything. Right after WPS tower gets hit." Pause.

"Oh, and by the way, three hundred thousand dollars worth of newly minted WitchHunter Arms weapons. That were to be sold. I've had to hire /temps/ to just get that kind of inventory remade on top of the costs." Twitch twitch brow.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Kunzite escorts Hannah over, then does his I Am A Wall thing to one side of Mamoru; Makoto flanks him on the other side; Hannah begins to see exactly how simultaneously dumb and dangerous Mamoru's problems can be, and at the same time, get basically a crash course in how many other overprotective friends Mamoru has these days. Going up in the world, maybe? Or maybe just being Mamoru.

The black-haired boy gives an expansive shrug, as if he thought Miss White weren't blind at all, and then chews on his lip a little. "You know, stalkers do not a love life make. Something to keep in mind." He briefly leans his head against Kunzite's side and then looks up and up, and indeed, makes puppy eyes. "Can you get her tea? I'm sorry. Please?"

And then he's leaning against Mako, and looking more and more dismayed as Hannah goes on. "Shiiiit. That was your warehouse? I'm really sorry. I'll pay for the replacements. The vines weren't me, that was alien flower stalker." He makes a small sound of irritation; tch. "Like I can do anything cool with plants like THAT, come ON. He dropped the warehouse on Mako-chan, it was really rude."

Kunzite has posed:
WPS tower gets hit. That would ... probably have been Sky Jack. Warehouse, vines, flower, that they already know about. Good. No new emergencies, for once, so long as Miss White doesn't make herself into one --

Kunzite's side is being leaned on.

He glances down at Mamoru, arches eyebrows at the puppy eyes, ruffles the younger boy's hair like a twelve-year-old's in retaliation. "I think I can manage that." Seven syllables is fair enough to give Mamoru time to retaliate back; then he detaches and leaves him to Makoto.

Pacing into the kitchen to make tea, and eventually to fetch it to Miss White where she sits, is apparently not sufficiently domestic to make him drop back out of uniform. Hospitality is obligatory; but precautions remain precautions, and some habits are very old indeed.

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
"Eh, I'll give you that one. Still, stop attracting world-ending stalkers. This is becoming a habit. Usagi's probably getting jealous. How is our favorite bunbun anyway?"

She can't help but smile a bit now though. Mamoru with protective friends is /good/. It means he'll probably get killed less.

Sigh. "Yeah, yeah, I've got insurance. Help me cover the warehouse and promise to only blow up my stuff if you're currently in the process of punching me, and we'll call it even."

Eyes close, and Hannah frowns. "And you're right, you look awful. Lay down. At the very least you need a back massage." She cracks her knuckles. This time she actually thinks to magic up some gloves.

Wince. "Yeesh. Well. Now I know whose head I should be working over. Promise me, guys, to take me along next time, okay? Seems I have /more/ work to do." Sigh. Busy Hanners. The tea is taken.

"You're a gentleman and a scholar, Kunz-kun!" Grin!

She rounds to Kunz-kun and Mako.

"In fact, make sure this idiot doesn't go anywhere until he's had some rest, okay, Mako, Kunz? Ah, I'd better stay over. Your resident rose-thrower can be stealthy when he wants to be. A little creepy to be honest. Good thing he's mostly on our side." Yup, Hannah has now officially invaded.

"Now surrender thy back to comfort." Quips Hannah. Despite the lack of warmth in the robo-arm, she's goot at this kind of thing, if Mamoru gives in.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Ugh I'm not going anywhere, believe me. Odds are I'm going to have to scrape myself into a bucket and get carried to school tomorrow," laughs Mamoru, rubbing his face. "You can stay over, but I'll take you up on a back massage when I'm feeling less gross and Usa gets one first."

Indeed, he oozes down Mako's side and back into his halfassed almost-upside-down sprawl over the arm of the couch as he speaks. "There's a guest room half set-up around here somewhere. It has its own bathroom. You're lucky. Five guys live here. Also I know you put Sky Jack in the hospital, but I hear he's gonna be okay, and I have no idea why he hit your stuff, so unless he drags me in to mediate consider yourself having received the usual disappoint-face and stern lecture if you did something phenomenally shady to provoke him."

He puts the rest of the cookie in his mouth, then holds his hand in front of it so crumbs don't get everywhere when he talks with his mouth full. "And Boris can only come over if he leaves the moon cats alone."