It's A Great Idea Really


Date: 2018-03-25
Pose Count: 22
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-25 01:25:58 89759
It's Saturday night, and Usagi's gone home because her mom called, and Jadeite went with her for very Jadeite reasons that probably involve recommending some new k-drama to Ikuko, and Mamoru's putting whiskey in his cup of the big batch of hot chocolate that Mako made that Mamoru could have sworn Usagi managed to fit HALF OF in her to-go cup, and that whiskey probably says a lot more than even his posture and bearing do at the moment.

"So you guys," he says. "I came up with a plan."
Zoisite 2018-03-25 01:30:59 89760
Izumi is watching Mamoru's alcohol consumption and judging him. Peppermint schnapps would go so much better in hot chocolate. "So? Let's hear this plan of yours," he mutters. Something tells him it's a plan he will not like much. His expression and tone are lazy and feign disinterest, even if he really does have a vested interest in this topic.

He grabs his nearest textbook, hiding his expression behind a book.
Nephrite 2018-03-25 01:46:26 89761
Neil watches the whisky pouring with a raised eyebrow. Not judging. It is his whisky, for one thing, so its use is both expected and encouraged. It's the quantity that feels out of the ordinary.

He rests his elbows on the table, giving Mamoru his attention. "Is this like, a fun plan? Do I get to wear the tux again? I love wearing the tux."
Makoto Kino 2018-03-25 01:50:54 89762
It takes talent - or considerable strength - to get much distance out of a thrown dishrag. Makoto was doing some last bits of washing up in the kitchen, only kind of in earshot over the white noise from the sink. At Neil's remark, however, she turns from the sink and, propping a hand on the edge of the counter to lean into the open space of the serving window, flings her dishtowel at the back of Neil's head.

"No," she says, and goes back to the dishes.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-25 02:01:42 89763
"It's a plan that's going to up the ante and hopefully flush Earth out in the open so we can take aim properly," Mamoru says, not looking up until he can sip that whiskeyed cocoa. When he does, it's to eye the three of them, then focus on Neil for a second. "You can wear the tux if you want." And then Mako flings dishtowel and Mamoru grins into his cup. "I'm outvoted, sorry."

Finally, he moves to haul himself up to sit on the dividing counter with his back to the wall, so he can see Mako and Neph and Zoi all equally well. "Basically, I'm gonna need you guys," he points to the boys, "to hang out nearby but out of earshot if you can't keep your tempers and congregate on me as soon as Kazuo signals you to or you see Rashmi fly off. I'm gonna need the Senshi to be ready to either rescue Rashmi or start a whole lot of shit with Earth if she decides to start a whole lot of shit instead of what I think she's gonna do."

He downs the cup, then continues with his eyes closed.

"Rashmi and I are gonna have a fight out in the street, her in henshin, where Earth is gonna overhear us. It's not gonna be a physical fight. It's an adjustment to the Koji plan-- she's going to rip me to shreds with her words and I'm gonna sell it like it's Thin Mints, and then she'll huff off looking to fake join forces with Earth more or less. But part of the deal is that it's gonna really let the cat out of the bag that I have no powers left, and it's gonna give Earth a reason to think she's winning. Which is gonna make me an easy target. So I'm prepared to deal with being babysat 24/7 again. I apologized to Kazuo for that part and he told me not to because Neil needed something to do other than skip class, and since classes haven't even started up again for us yet..."

He's giving Zoisite side-eye right now actually, given the textbook.
Zoisite 2018-03-25 02:07:43 89764
Zoisite is used to stupid plans, plans he hates, and dealing in his own emotional and psychological discomfort to accomplish a goal. "You're assuming I wouldn't be nearby already? I don't think this is the worst plan..." He just might insist his Prince starts wearing hidden knives, since he's depowered.

There's a slow nod, and Zoisite sets the book down. He gets up to sit next to Mamoru and make grabbyhands. "You owe me some of that hot chocolate, though."
Nephrite 2018-03-25 02:24:44 89765
The dish towel collides spectacularly with the back of Neil's head, messing up his dark hair. He ducks, clutching his head dramatically. "Okay okay no tux, got it!" It's probably best that Makoto has gone back to her dishes, to avoid his epic pout.

But plot explaining is happening, so he quiets down. There is a perceptible nod when Mamoru gets to the part about babysitting. So that's why he's drinking. Not because of a high degree of imminent danger. Just a situation that's not especially fun for the party involved. Well, there are remedies for not-fun, and whisky is surely on that list.

"Okay, so. The goal is to trick her into thinking you're getting dumped because you're depowered, then? What's our role in the deception? Are we siding with you against everyone else?"
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-25 02:46:04 89766
Mamoru solemnly hands Zoisite his empty cup. Fortunately, the rest of the huge batch Mako made -- and the rest of Neil's bottle of whisky -- are extremely close by. And he leans over to smooch Zoisite's nose in the hopes it doesn't get bitten off. "I knew you'd be nearby. I half expected you to already know about this plan. But wouldn't you rather hear about it firsthand?"

Then he's grinning because Neil is pouting, but it's short-lived, and there will be more booze soon. "Sort of. I think Rashmi's taking the tack of 'well how do I know for sure you're NOT the impostor?' Which is why I need you guys out of earshot if you're liable to lose your tempers. Because I'm gonna be tapping some old outdated mindsets to make it look like she's getting me to doubt myself. And I also really really need you to not look at Rashmi differently after this, too-- it's acting. Both of us, it's all acting. She was really concerned that I might not be able to handle it."

He spreads his hands a little. "You're siding with me, yeah. I don't know if it's 'everyone else' or just Rashmi, but Earth knows she can't sway you, so you're siding with me, you're gonna act in public like you're furious with Rashmi and whoever sides with her on it, et cetera. I don't actually expect shit to last that long, though. She's gonna set up a telepathy spell with me before she leaves with Earth so I can get on the go updates. I just need to not get shot immediately after the whole town finds out I have no powers, you know?"
Zoisite 2018-03-25 02:53:55 89767
There's a sharp little shove of a fist- not exactly a punch- into Mamoru's stomach at the empty mug. Still, Zoisite doesn't bother refilling it, instead setting it aside. He wrinkles his noise at the kiss before leaning heavily against his prince.

"Considering this is the kind of thing I would do in your shoes, I can hardly blame you." Acting like he's 'gone rogue' for a higher purpose has always been a half-formed plan for when things go really sour. "We can make jokes about it after. Maybe send her a cake with some of the worst things she says on it in that stupid Spongebob meme that went around the English-speaking side of the internet," he suggests.

"But I want to give you some hidden knives, so you can at least cut the fake if things go really bad." Some people would care that carrying knives of that nature is illegal. Zoisite is not those people.
Nephrite 2018-03-25 03:07:03 89768
Neil takes a breath, looking like he wants to argue. He can act. He can even do it well. Turning his "rich asshole" persona on and off at will doesn't come without at least some kind of skill. But there are some buttons that are hard-wired directly into the "rage mode" portion of his brain, and this is almost definitely one of them. "Okay fine, I'll wait out of range with my fingers in my ears if that's what you need me to do. Not hearing what's being said will help with the 'don't hate Rashmi' part. But I don't like the idea of every opportunistic nut in Tokyo finding out that your guard's down either. I imagine Kazuo's got a carefully catalogued list of every potential threat against you we're aware of, so if we can maybe prepare for the most obvious ones..."

He scowls down at the star charts and notes that he's got spread over half the table. "Oh, and kindly tell Kazuo that I do have hobbies other than skipping class, and one of them involves looking for said threats, and I can do that and entertain a bored prince at the same time!" He did not, it must be noted, use the word babysit.
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-25 03:14:47 89769
"I believe," says an all-too-familiar voice from where the hallway lets out into the room, "I specified something for you to do besides skipping class or using a telescope." Kazuo regards the back of Mamoru's head levelly, but takes no vengeance, because he has an Izumi-shaped shield.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-25 03:31:30 89770
Mamoru oofs softly at Zoi's not-quite-punch, then hauls more of himself up on the counter for Izumi to lean on. "Knives? I guess... they're probably easier to aim than roses..." he trails off unhappily. "I don't... I'm not much good in a knife fight. It's really up close and isn't fists. Cake idea seconded though."

His arms curl around the Izumi practically in his lap and he tilts his head back against the wall/jamb. "I know, man. I'm sorry. And believe me, Rashmi sat there and made sure I'd be okay, because she really really really doesn't want me to get fucked up in the head over this, and that's why I asked her. She's good people. She's another mom friend. She's a sweetheart."

Shifting a little bit, one hand lifts to scratch at the back of his head, and then Mamoru starts grinning at Nephrite-- and the grin freezes at Kazuo's voice.

"I couldn't remember your wording. I didn't want to put words in your mouth."
Zoisite 2018-03-25 03:37:25 89771
Zoisite shakes his head. "We can always have hidden throwing knives for you. The idea us 'defend while fleeing or until help shows up' anyway." Throwing knives would accomplish that admirably.

"I vote the cake is ridiculously extra, too. Maybe not wedding cake, but definitely not just a sheet cake." So stupid, over the top, and ridiculous that the act of sending it is, in and of itself, communicating caring.

Kazuo's appearance gets a lopsided smile from Zoi. "Throwing knives for the Prince: good idea or great idea?" His tone is lightly mocking, false-bright. He hates the idea of having to arm Mamoru at all. He shouldn't need to be externally armed.
Makoto Kino 2018-03-25 03:42:14 89772
"I can contribute a cake," Makoto volunteers from partway into a cabinet, putting dishes away. "For a good cause." She does not feel the need to elaborate on the subject of 'ridiculously extra,' presumably because since when have they ever known her to make 'just a sheet cake.'
Nephrite 2018-03-25 03:54:14 89773
Neil snorts. "Excuse me, I think you both forgot to add 'adoring my girlfriend' and 'drinking' to that hobby list." Speaking of, he gets up and retrieves the bottle of whisky, pours it neat into his glass. "Knives, fine. Or how about you employ that disguise pen again? It probably won't throw her off, but it might keep you under other radars."

And then Makoto is offering cake. Special cake. Neil perks up like a dog that's just heard the word "walk." "Mako-cake!"
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-25 04:03:20 89774
"The amount of practice he'd need to use them effectively would certainly keep him busy," Kazuo says to Izumi. "He's not used to having to judge distance versus rotation on the fly. But yes. Something to distract her with for a moment would be wise." Without missing a beat as he shifts which of the others he's talking to: "Neil, those fall in the same category as breathing." Not that Neil's likely to hear that, anyhow, because (a) adoring Makoto falls in the same category as breathing and (b) Mako-cake. Kazuo doesn't press the point; instead, he thieves Mamoru's empty cup and goes to investigate whether there is any more hot chocolate.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-25 04:15:26 89775
"You mean I can't just throw knives like darts?" Mamoru asks Kazuo, Wide Eyed. There is plenty more hot chocolate, though Neil has the whiskey again. "Agree agree, Mako-cake is best cake, and you can't eat it before Rashmi. MAKO-CHAN can you make it SUPER extra? I'll give you my credit card again..."
Zoisite 2018-03-25 04:19:50 89776
"We could probably find ways to hide darts on you, to be honest..." Whatever works best with Mamoru's natural fighting instincts will work best, after all. "If we're lucky, we might be able to have them coated in something that will make her woozy or uncomfortable."

Zoisite is not above poisoning if the imposter, and the primary reason he isn't saying lethal has more to do with the potential risk of Mamoru poking himself while hiding the darts. He is very, very sick of seeing his Prince so vulnerable and out of sorts. "Nothing lethal, but..." The but hangs heavily at the end of his sentence, and he pulls out his phone. To the internet for highly sketchy research!
Nephrite 2018-03-25 04:30:38 89777
Neil smirks at Kazuo as he takes a sip of whisky. "The drinking part, maybe, but when it comes to adoring my girlfriend, it's an action. I'm in active adoration of Mako at all times." The whisky bottle is placed on the counter right next to Mamoru, for any who would partake of it. His hands (one still carefully holding his glass) go up defensively. "Okay, fine, no touching Rashmi's cake, but I call dibs on licking the spoons when she's baking it."

He eyes Zoisite. "I'm almost surprised that you don't already have a stash of poison on-hand."
Makoto Kino 2018-03-25 04:40:08 89778
"I will make it extra extra," Mako promises, emerging from the cabinet to beam a brightly affectionate smile Neil's way. "And yes, you can have the spoons."
Kazuo Takeba 2018-03-25 04:47:49 89779
The whisky bottle is promptly accessed for more adulteration of hot chocolate, then returned to its place. Kazuo even actually takes a swallow himself before Mamoru's cup is put back down, in roughly the place where Izumi would habitually reach for a drink while concentrating on the Internet. "That's a good thought," he says to Izumi, whether or not he's listening at the moment. "That she's stolen the powers doesn't mean she knows how to use them; something she can't just heal and forget might throw her off."

He might have been about to give Neil that list of high-likelihood other threats at the moment. But Mako gives Neil that smile, and the promise of spoons, and Kazuo makes the internal decision that now is a distinctly sub-optimal time to say anything to Neil he wants Neil to notice, let alone remember.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-03-25 15:55:49 89780
Mamoru picks up the doctored chocolate that's been slightly pilfered before being set down for its intended recipient, and pilfers it a little more first, phoneternet-Zoisite stuck in place with that arm still around his waist. "You guys..." he says in a comfortable sigh, relaxing, "are all the best."