8003/Dinner At The Spire

Dinner At The Spire
Date of Scene:	26 September 2021
Location:	Wade Shaw's Condo
Synopsis:	Terry uses his feet. For walking and for talking.
Cast of Characters:	Michael Hannigan, Terry O'Neil

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Michael Hannigan has posed:
As the early evening hours start to set upon the East Coast, plenty of persons are settling down for their evening meals. For some they are situated in a restaurant, and for others, they'e standing beside their microwave watching the counter tick down. As for within Wade Shaw's condo, well It is neither restaurant food nor microwave food. Nor is anyone toiling away in the kitchen over a hot stove. Instead a slow cooker is plugged up in the corner of the U-shaped kitchen area and the smells of delicious-ness is filling the room.

Wade sits over at his desk, looking to the laptop screen before him but he doesn't seem to be really focused on the contents. A glance over towards the kitchen area ends up betraying his thought process at the moment. Resting an arm on the back of his chair, he turns to look over to Mike. "Are you sure it's not done yet?"

Mike, who is lying on the sofa, doesn't even look away from his book. "Did you hear the timer go off?"

"No."

"Then no. It is still not done." Discussion apparently done, the long haired musician turns a page. "Besides, you're not touching that til our guest arrives."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry arrives eventually, mostly on time. One would expect him to arrive via Rabbit Hole, but instead he is buzzed in by the doorman once he is cleared that he is, indeed, a visitor. He is in his human guise, because it is rather uncouth to shed fur all over your dinner host's nice pad, and he does have some manners after all.

Coming out of the elevator, he approaches the door and presses the doorbell, adjusting a box under his arm. The contents therein are a mystery. A delicious mystery.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Hearing the bell, Mike closes his book and sits up quickly. The sound of the movement causes for Wade to chuckle. "Good. All we now need is for that damn timer to go off..."

Ignoring the older roommate, Mike moves to his feet, setting the book on the sofa before heading towards the door. "Coming!" He states to the door, padding on over in sock clad feet. His final steps are more of a slide upon the kitchen floor.

The door doesn't open immediately as the one waiting on the other side of the door is subjected to the muffled sounds of something sliding around the peephole, and then the sound of locks and chains being undone.

The door swings open, granting the view of both parties to either side a view. "Hey Terry." Mike greets, stepping aside, "Come on in!"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Hey Hey!" The redhead greets his hosts with a grin, "Thank you for inviting me over! I have brought tribute to... con-tribute." He thrusts his arms out with the container. "Agatha O'Neil's Irish cream tiramisu to go with whatever else we may have. First-rate dessert. It was accepted as bribe and the only reason I was never kicked out of school." Is he being serious, or is it embellishment?

He walks in. He's dressed in a black short-sleeved button-up shirt and matching black jeans, not terribly informal, but still comfortable. "Mister Shaw, I have heard so much about you- it's a pleasure to finally meet you!" he extends a hand to greet Wade, and afterwards he'll offer Mike a hug.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike looks down to the offered box, reaching over to retrieve it from Terry. Listening to the description about the miracles brought about by the presence of the Dessert, Mike gives a nod. "That sounds like it'll be amazing," He responds once Terry finishes, closing the door once Terry's fully in. "I'll go set this on the counter."

Wade, to his credit, has gotten up from the desk when Mike opened the door and is currently walking into the kitchen area, cutting down on Terry's approach time. The short-haired blond is dressed casual by his terms. Jeans and a deep blue tee but unlike Mike's solid light gray tee and jeans, his clothes are most definitely first-hand and designer. It costs extra for that white line going across the front you know! Seeing the hand extended, he reaches over to take it, giving a polite smile. "Ah yes. The Titan Reporter." Wade responds, stating how he knows Terry, "I'm glad I get to see you in person. Thank you for your help with Mike's... situation."

Dessert set down, Mike steps back over to the other two. Seeing the offered hug, he raises his arms to return it.

Wade looks to the two.

'Beep beep!' The slow cooker interjects.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry chuckles, "Ah ,yes... the situation. And weirdly enough it wasn't the reason we met. Hw does that John Donne poem go? If thou be'est born to strange sights, things invisible to see... yada yada yada. A ghost and a demon are pedestrian stuff nowadays. And I realize how crazy all of that sounds, but rolling with the Titans means you get hijacked into the weirdest adventures..."

He turns towards the sound of the beeping and ooohs. "Sounds like my timing was spot on!"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Wade's brows raise at that revelation and gives a slow nod. "Really?" Slowly, he turns his head to look to Mike, giving a snails pace smile, "Something similar to the park?" The smile fades, "Or G-" He pauses, "That guy?"

Mike takes a deep breath, "Yes and no."

There's a slight tic to the side of Wade's eye as he stares at Mike. He starts to open his mouth but a glance over to Terry causes for him to stop.

Mike gives a slight nod before walking back over to the counter to grab some plates out of the cabinet. "Right. Dinner's ready." He looks over to Terry, "Hope you like pot roast."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
For the moment, Terry appears to be oblivious of the exchange between the two, so focused on the scent of the good. "Oh, I love pot roast- goes right to my heart, it does. In a figurative way. Do you need help setting up? I'll get the cutlery!" as soon as he is guided to it, that is.

"I saw that social media update you had a bit ago- you and Dazzler go wall climbing? What's she like? She has a lot of fans a the Tower. So do you. But you already knew that," the redhead grins.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike looks over to Terry appreciatively as he helps with the process of changing the subject. He gestures over to the drawer, "Utensils are in there. Paper Towels are cabinet underneath." He lifts the lid up, allowing for a bit of steam to waft out of the container. Reaching over to the side he grabs a meat thermometer.

"You know its done." Wade complains.

Mike turns his head, narrowing his eyes at Wade as he unsheathes the metal point quickly. His head turns back, sticking it into the center of the meat, only for it to split across.

"Told you." Wade sing-songs as he moves over to another cabinet to grab glasses.

Jobs assigned out, Mike eventually has three servings plated and resting upon the countertop next to the slow cooker. "Terry, you pick first, Then Wade." Mike declares, stepping back to head over to the table. Grabbing a chair off the wall, he unfolds it, setting it down to get the third seating. "Dazzler and I sometimes run into each other when our tours intersect. But it gets kind of hard to coordinate times to hang out. So, last time we met, we just decided right then and there we were going to go wall climbing. Just happens I was off this month..."

"You're welcome." Wade adds in.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Guest prerogative! Terry chooses the form of his destroyer and grabs his serving. "Thank you!" He is clearly in his 'guest' mode, and doesn't start eating until everybody is seated and has started digging in. Agatha was very big on manners when he was little, considering there were times when they had to stay at other people's homes when she was on the job and couldn't find a sitter for him. He liked it when she couldn't find a sitter because it meant they would go on a trip. Later, when he was older, it dawned on him that he could have gotten a lot more trips if he had been an unholy terror to his sitters so that they would refuse to sit him... but it just wasn't in his nature to be mean to the girls.

Especially since, at times, they would bring their Barbies over and he would get to play with them.

"That's so cool that you get to hang out like that. I always wondered what the social lives of big name musicians were like. Somehow, I ended finding out against all odds." He sighs and chuckles to Nick, "Have you told him about me popping up under your bed in my skivvies?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
With Mike getting his plate last, Wade's already picking his chair out at the table. Conveniently enough the new one placed down which was between the other two.

Mike moves over, taking the last seat. Plate setting down, he looks across the table at Terry. "It's not that different from you really. You spend a lot of time with your coworkers and you end up hanging out with some of them." He rests his hands on his lap, starting to tilts his head forward and close his eyes. Hearing the sigh, he brings his head up to look to Terry, smiling. To the mention of the skivvies part, it is Mike's turn to brow lift.

Wade's head turns immediately to look over to Terry, "He did have to explain what you were doing in the lobby in his bed linens. I'm surprised he didn't loan you any clothes." Wade looks over at Mike, slouching down slightly to stretch his legs out, taking up the legroom in the center of the table.

NONE SHALL PASS.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Oh, he did try to- I was just... let's just say I have a stubborn and proud streak. And I was also high as a flag on the fourth of July because I was still coming off from the effects of a massive medical treatment. But everything was fine- we got people to pick me up and drive me back."

He takes a healthy serving of the food, before he adds, "Besides, that's not nearly as hilarious as the time we ended up sleeping together." Eyes to the side to see Nick's reaction, it is clear that Terry's mischievous streak is strong tonight.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Ah." Wade straightens up again, withdrawing his feet. "Well, he can't very well FORCE you to take the clothing. So okay." He picks up his fork to start cutting into the roast with the side of his fork.

Peace back in the kitchen, Mike tilts his head down, eyes closing only to open wide to look over to Terry as he brings up Rome.

Wade's fork clatters on the plate. "What?!" Eyes wide, Wade looks right at Terry, considering... "Just- how old are you?"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Technically speaking, about five hundred years old, although this body and this half of me are only nineteen. Long story... but that's rather irrelevant because all we did really was just /sleep/ together. He hogs the covers," he nods towards Nick with a grin, "But at least he doesn't push you off the bed in his sleep."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The expressions on Wade's face vary rather quickly over a short amount of time. At the mention of the five hundred, the agent's posture relaxes somewhat but there is a bit of confusion to the number. And then Terry led into 'only'. Wade's three second impression of a plank of wood until the word nineteen is uttered is quite impressive. Everything after that is lost. He looks back over to Terry. "So you know, I'm not sure where he is mentally, and I'm very much aware he looks much younger but he's 29."

"Jesus Christ!" Mike snaps, "Wade, relax."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry chuckles and shakes his head. "We never had sex. Relax. Nick is completely /uninterested/ in me, and even if he /were/, I'm far too aware of the PR nightmare that would result from it if /that/ happened." He gestures, "Not that 29 is old. I mean," he glances over at Mike, "Thomas is, what, thirty?"

"It's really very simple. I fell asleep on his bed at some point after ordering room service..." he frowns, "Or was it after- no, wait. Oh man, I must have been /tired/ if I can't remember the details. I usually have a lot of stamina but if I'm super tired and the bed is super comfortable, I'm out like," he snaps his fingers, "-that. Especially if I'm a cat at the time. I'm always in danger of catnaps."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike parts his lips, a hand peeking up from below the table with one finger extended. There's a pause before the hand lowers and he closes his mouth, letting Terry pave the conversation path. Sure it's got hairpin curves but-

He realizes Terry is looking to him. Right. Question asked.

"Thirty One." Mike and Wade both correct at the same time. The roommates look to each other for a moment before looking back over to Terry.

Wade starts to eat his food.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry raises an eyebrow. "I mean, it's not like I'm not a reporter known for his discretion. Crazy things are going to happen to Nick, it's par for the course. He's a public figure who knows superheroes and... not superheroes. I'm not going to divulge any secrets."

He glances at Wade, "You strike me as someone who enjoys order. I must profusely apologize for the fact that I happen to be a creature of chaos magic. I am sure that merely through the act of knowing me, Nick's life has gotten more chaotic without either of us lifting so much as a finger."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Wade chews his food quietly, looking over to Terry as he apologizes for the Chaos. Eyes look over to Mike before he starts to laugh which soon shifts into a choking sound. He turns, starting to cough into his hand. When the coughing subsides, he gets up from his seat, grabbing the paper towel at his place setting to wipe his hand. He looks over to Mike. "The park." He pauses, "Them."

Mike nods, "We've both run into our share of crazy before meeting you, Terry. I might have jumped into a Hell Portal in Central Park once... And then we had the dopplegangers."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry laughs, "Oh god, you had /that/ happen to you too? Two weeks ago I ended up in /Tartarus/ and we had to fight our way out of it and onto Themyscira. We had to fight an army of dead centaurs... and then we spent three days with the Amazons."

He sighs. "Too short a time... Paradise island." He savors his food for a few seconds, when the mention of doppelgangers comes to the fore in his mind. He leans over and asks Wade:

"So... did /you/ make out with /your/ Doppelganger?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike's eyes go wide as Terry asks the question, lifting up his hands to wave him off of the topic. But it's too late.

Wade gets a bit of a distant look to his eyes. The hands mess with the towel for a bit more before he turns, opening up a cabinet to toss the towel into the hidden trash container. The cabinet door slams shut. Perhaps a bit louder than it should have. "No. I didn't." There's an eiree calm to the voice, "Mike. I just remembered. I have to be elsewhere tonight. Could you save my dinner for me?"

Mike grimaces, "Wade you don't have t-"

"Please."

"...okay." Mike's lips thin to a line as he looks to the table while Wade steps out. When the door shuts, blue eyes look over to Terry. "...His doppelganger was not a good person."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Neither was mine," Terry says. "Tried to kill my mother. Stole my soul and my powers and was complicit in the near-murder of my boyfriendl. I made out with him in order to try to disarm him- but it turns out he liked to holster on the left side."

He glances at this meal and adds, "I seem to have made a stellar impression. I should probably get going- Troia said she needs someone on monitor duty tonight, and I figure there's still enough apple juice in the mini-fridge there to wash my foot down."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Gellar abducted and tortured him." Mike supplies, "Wade was supposed to be at a convention so he had him for a few days before we knew something was wrong." He pauses, "If it wasn't for Rod's doppel IDing him for us, we might not have known at all."

He looks to Terry's plate. "You can stay. He'll be fine once he walks it off.."

Getting up from his seat, he starts to collect Wade's plate. He pauses, looking to Terry. "Turns out over there my doppel and Rod's doppel were a thing."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"I'll stay and do the dishes," Terry says, the festive demeanor having left him for another man. It is part of the 'Me And My Big Mouth' trait that the O'Neils carry within them, unfortunately. "Still... it'll probably be better if you don't mention me to him at all for the remainder of 2021. Just... you know, to be safe."
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Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike considers the offer before giving a nod. "Alright. You've pulled my arm. You can wash the dishes. But, he'll have to get used to your name with Leg 4 of the tour starting up in October. Only got a couple people I trust in the room with me when I'm on meds and you're one of them. And he knows it."

He nods to the plate in front of Terry. "Now eat up. Pot roast tastes better warm."