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Jan. 12th, 2014 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_death_cardWho: Dylan and Jack
What: Jack's working on a new trick, and Dylan joins him for practice and conversation.
the_death_card: *is out on the balcony with a couple of bottles of water - and also a laptop with a YouTube video open, though it's set carefully out of the line of fire, so to speak*
onebehind: *notices him outside when he comes in -- as well as the laptop and the bottles of water -- and ... has no idea what he's doing, actually. it doesn't occur to him to think he's working on a new trick for whatever reason. his interest is definitely piqued, though, and so after he's set his stuff down and taken a moment to settle, he heads out to join him*
the_death_card: *and if he watches in those moments, he likely sees what Jack is up to - which seems to be spitting off the balcony. he looks over when Dylan steps out onto the balcony, picking up a towel to wipe his face on, and then grins* Hey.
onebehind: *he does, in fact, notice the spitting and then, yeah, it occurs to him then what Jack's doing* Hey. *a beat* You know, that works better with paraffin than water. *he's just busting his balls. he understands the concept behind fire breathing, even if he's never tried it, and he knows that it doesn't make sense to waste paraffin if you're just practicing*
the_death_card: *laughs a little* Yeah, but I don't have any of that sitting around. *and like Dylan didn't say, there's no point in wasting it when he's just starting on this*
onebehind: I'll get you some. *when he feels like he's ready for it. for now, though, he inclines his head towards the water bottles* How's it coming?
the_death_card: First, Merritt is banned from the balcony because he couldn't stop making "that's what she said" comments when he asked me that and my answer was that I'm pretty comfortable with just holding it in my mouth and not swallowing any of it. *and then shoots him a warning look. don't make him ban you, too*
onebehind: *looks away, trying very, very hard not to grin*
onebehind: If you hadn't said anything ... *he probably wouldn't have thought to make any such comments. ... okay, so, maybe he would have. shut up*
the_death_card: *levels a "really?" look at him. he knows you, dude. and also Miranda.*
onebehind: *snorts* Okay, yeah. *he pauses and holds up his hands, grinning despite the sincerety of what he says next* I'll keep the commentary to myself.
the_death_card: *laughs a little, and, more seriously* But it's good, I think. I'm trying to just... get consistent with it.
onebehind: *dropping his hands, sobering, he nods* I'd offer to help, but beyond offering to be a human torch when you get around to the actual paraffin ... *yeah, he's got nothing, unfortunately. being able to be a dragon breath fire would be cool*
the_death_card: Thanks anyway. I think I've got it. That's another reason I'm using water for now, though. *a beat, and he nods to the laptop* If you wanna watch and try it.... *it's not like they can't refill the water bottles*
onebehind: *glances towards the laptop, and really, he doesn't have to think about it long before he moves to grab the laptop and watch, because yeah. learning to breathe fire is cool; learning to do it with Jack is even better*
the_death_card: *grins and leaves Dylan to watch for the moment, to pick up one of the water bottles and take a mouthful, holding it for a moment until he's comfortable before he raises his head and spits off the balcony*
onebehind: *distractedly, as his focus is mostly on watching the video intently* And somewhere downstairs, some tourist's wondering if it was supposed to rain today. *never mind the fact that the water probably won't make it down to street level -- or at least not in any capacity that people would actually notice*
the_death_card: *snorts and coughs a few times, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand* Another reason I'm using water for now. *a beat* Pretty sure we're high enough up that no one will notice.
onebehind: *glances back at him, briefly, looking a little sheepish* Sorry. *for apparently making him choke on the water. and as he turns back to the video* But yeah, probably not.
the_death_card: *waves a hand at the apology considering he's already going for another mouthful*
onebehind: *takes a couple of minutes while he does that, finishing the video before watching it again, the look on his face intent, intense. when he finishes, he steps away from the laptop, wets his lips with his tongue, and then moves to grab a bottle of water. glances over at Jack, looking dimly amused -- this is either going to go really badly or really awesomely -- and then takes a swig, holding it in his mouth. he waits a minute or two, to make sure he feels comfortable with it, and then spits off the balcony ... and considering the fact that he's honestly never done this before, it's a pretty good first attempt*
the_death_card: *stops practicing himself to watch Dylan - and grins* Nice.
onebehind: *looks more than a little pleased* I actually wasn't expecting it to go that well.
the_death_card: It's kind of... more and less complicated than it looks when you see people do it.
onebehind: *he nods* Yeah, I'm getting that. *is half tempted to try it again, just to make sure that wasn't beginner's luck, that in mind*
the_death_card: *starts to take another mouthful, but then pauses* I want to light it off my hand instead of using a torch. *a beat* Gives me another opportunity to play on stage. *grins*
onebehind: *he breathes out a sigh of a laugh* I was thinking the same thing. *that he could light it off his hand, he means, hence the human torch comment earlier. he wonders, too, if Jack could take it a step further than that and light it in his mouth -- he's learned over the years that he's immune to the fire he creates -- and literally breathe fire, but ... that might be a little hard to test without hurting himself and badly if it's not possible, so he's not going to suggest it*
onebehind: * ... though maybe there's a way to do it all magically, without paraffin and with the fire immunity, that'd be plausible and safe. hm*
the_death_card: *he's had the same thought, actually - the doing it all magically - but he wants to know how to do it the normal way, first, like he's learned everything else. and he chuckles* Great minds?
onebehind: *he'd like to learn it the normal way, first, too. but at any rate, he flashes Jack a grin* Ours, too.
the_death_card: *laughs, again. and then...* Oh, someone will probably warn you about your eyebrows, by the way.
onebehind: *laughs, too* If I wasn't glad we were starting with water before ...
the_death_card: *laughs* Yeah. You should be more glad you miss the teasing around here. *not that he really minds it. or he doesn't now, at least*
onebehind: *breathes out a sigh, grinning* Yeah, okay, definitely glad I'm more or less dodging that bullet. *sort of. kind of. not really. as much as he bitches when they bust his balls, he loves it, and that thought is enough to make his smile falter just the tiniest bit, if only because he can't be around for it, for the banter constantly. manages to cover it, though, if only by sobering entirely* Speaking of, Daniel give you guys shit the other day?
the_death_card: *kind of gets that he did rub salt in it, that time, and offers him an apologetic look before he laughs slightly* He gave Merritt some when he finally got up.
onebehind: *offers him a brief, tiny and wry smile, and while he doesn't move, he still somehow manages to convey a shrug all the same. it's okay. he knows Jack didn't mean it like that. a snort follows* Poor guy.
the_death_card: Considering Merritt slept in later than the rest of us, I wouldn't pity him too much. *especially considering how early Jack and Dylan were up*
onebehind: *and the fact that he, at least, had to go to work like that* I'd say "doesn't mean it sucks any less," but ... *he might have slept off the worst of it*
the_death_card: Well, no. But sleeping in couldn't have hurt, either.
onebehind: Which's why I didn't.
the_death_card: *chuckles* Right.
onebehind: *all that said, he lapses into silence, leaning back against the railing of the balcony, watching him idly, not particularly looking for anything, just ... having a moment. when it passes, he offers him a quick, fond smile and raises the bottle back to his mouth. this time, it takes him longer to get comfortable with holding the water without feeling like he's going to swallow reflexively or choke on it, but when he manages and turns to spit off the balcony, his technique is almost flawless. for as much as he compliments Jack and the others about being naturals, he is, too*
the_death_card: *grins* Awesome.
onebehind: *he grins, too, pleased with himself. he probably shouldn't be, for whatever reason, but he can't help it* Guess it wasn't just beginner's luck the first time around.
the_death_card: Yeah, pretty sure that's not actually a thing around here anyway. *beginner's luck, he means, since none of them are actually beginners overall*
onebehind: *it also probably doesn't hurt that, if he'd actually had the opportunity to become a magician, this is the sort of thing he would have specialized in* That's another one of those things I'm pretty sure I really can't argue.
the_death_card: *grins and then returns his attentions to his own water, to take a mouthful, hold it for a moment, and then turn to spit it off the balcony - and this time, he does it in several short spurts*
onebehind: *watches him, grinning, too* You realize how cool that would have looked if -- *if they were actually doing fire and not just water* -- right? *probably, but*
the_death_card: *and he grins even wider, at that* That's kind of the eventual idea.
onebehind: *rolls his eyes, amused* No, really?
the_death_card: *and like Dylan was actually being serious about that...* Well, it's also a good way to kill some downtime, yeah, but....
onebehind: *mutters, trying his best to look sour* Asshole.
the_death_card: Pot, kettle.
onebehind: I don't know what you're talking about.
the_death_card: *raises a doubtful eyebrow at him* Yeah, okay.
onebehind: *just shakes his head, the grin returning in full*
the_death_card: *and he grins back, warmly*
onebehind: *and he's ... just going to ignore the urge to ruffle his hair ... and nudge him with an elbow instead. yeah, that's better*
the_death_card: *shifts a little, moving closer to Dylan, and nudges him back*
onebehind: *rolls his eyes again, though there's fondness in his expression, and debates nudging him again. thinks better of it for whatever reason, however, and instead ... * How long've you been out here, anyway?
the_death_card: Tonight? *glances at his watch and then shrugs* About an hour?
onebehind: *he nods a little. he was half afraid he'd been out here all night and he hadn't eaten or whatever* What made you decide you needed to learn to breathe fire? *not that he minds the ambition, he's just curious*
the_death_card: *shrugs* I was looking at the website for Max's store, and one of the girls that works for him does it. So I started wondering how it works, and then I thought we could probably make it better. *grins*
onebehind: *and he grins back* We can, yeah.
the_death_card: *more seriously* And Daniel will get twitchy about adding new stuff to the show sooner than later, and *shrugs again by way of "etcetera"*
onebehind: *sobers, too, nodding. and after a moment* He's got a point, though. *you need to keep things fresh to keep people coming back*
the_death_card: *he nods* Yeah. *but giving Daniel shit is the national pasttime around here*
onebehind: *very, very true ... and that in mind, he grins a little, abruptly* It'll probably be sooner, though.
the_death_card: Yeah, probably.
onebehind: *hums and raises his water bottle to his mouth again, only this time, it's actually to take a drink from it*
the_death_card: Not that I know how we'll work this in, yet, but... *they'll find something to do with it*
onebehind: Someone will think of something. *and he has no doubt that it'll be awesome*
the_death_card: *grins* Yeah. And I'll try not to set everything on fire in the meantime.
What: Jack's working on a new trick, and Dylan joins him for practice and conversation.
the_death_card: *is out on the balcony with a couple of bottles of water - and also a laptop with a YouTube video open, though it's set carefully out of the line of fire, so to speak* onebehind: *notices him outside when he comes in -- as well as the laptop and the bottles of water -- and ... has no idea what he's doing, actually. it doesn't occur to him to think he's working on a new trick for whatever reason. his interest is definitely piqued, though, and so after he's set his stuff down and taken a moment to settle, he heads out to join him*the_death_card: *and if he watches in those moments, he likely sees what Jack is up to - which seems to be spitting off the balcony. he looks over when Dylan steps out onto the balcony, picking up a towel to wipe his face on, and then grins* Hey. onebehind: *he does, in fact, notice the spitting and then, yeah, it occurs to him then what Jack's doing* Hey. *a beat* You know, that works better with paraffin than water. *he's just busting his balls. he understands the concept behind fire breathing, even if he's never tried it, and he knows that it doesn't make sense to waste paraffin if you're just practicing*the_death_card: *laughs a little* Yeah, but I don't have any of that sitting around. *and like Dylan didn't say, there's no point in wasting it when he's just starting on this* onebehind: I'll get you some. *when he feels like he's ready for it. for now, though, he inclines his head towards the water bottles* How's it coming?the_death_card: First, Merritt is banned from the balcony because he couldn't stop making "that's what she said" comments when he asked me that and my answer was that I'm pretty comfortable with just holding it in my mouth and not swallowing any of it. *and then shoots him a warning look. don't make him ban you, too* onebehind: *looks away, trying very, very hard not to grin*onebehind: If you hadn't said anything ... *he probably wouldn't have thought to make any such comments. ... okay, so, maybe he would have. shut up*the_death_card: *levels a "really?" look at him. he knows you, dude. and also Miranda.* onebehind: *snorts* Okay, yeah. *he pauses and holds up his hands, grinning despite the sincerety of what he says next* I'll keep the commentary to myself.the_death_card: *laughs a little, and, more seriously* But it's good, I think. I'm trying to just... get consistent with it. onebehind: *dropping his hands, sobering, he nods* I'd offer to help, but beyond offering to be a human torch when you get around to the actual paraffin ... *yeah, he's got nothing, unfortunately. being able to the_death_card: Thanks anyway. I think I've got it. That's another reason I'm using water for now, though. *a beat, and he nods to the laptop* If you wanna watch and try it.... *it's not like they can't refill the water bottles* onebehind: *glances towards the laptop, and really, he doesn't have to think about it long before he moves to grab the laptop and watch, because yeah. learning to breathe fire is cool; learning to do it with Jack is even better*the_death_card: *grins and leaves Dylan to watch for the moment, to pick up one of the water bottles and take a mouthful, holding it for a moment until he's comfortable before he raises his head and spits off the balcony* onebehind: *distractedly, as his focus is mostly on watching the video intently* And somewhere downstairs, some tourist's wondering if it was supposed to rain today. *never mind the fact that the water probably won't make it down to street level -- or at least not in any capacity that people would actually notice*the_death_card: *snorts and coughs a few times, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand* Another reason I'm using water for now. *a beat* Pretty sure we're high enough up that no one will notice. onebehind: *glances back at him, briefly, looking a little sheepish* Sorry. *for apparently making him choke on the water. and as he turns back to the video* But yeah, probably not.the_death_card: *waves a hand at the apology considering he's already going for another mouthful* onebehind: *takes a couple of minutes while he does that, finishing the video before watching it again, the look on his face intent, intense. when he finishes, he steps away from the laptop, wets his lips with his tongue, and then moves to grab a bottle of water. glances over at Jack, looking dimly amused -- this is either going to go really badly or really awesomely -- and then takes a swig, holding it in his mouth. he waits a minute or two, to make sure he feels comfortable with it, and then spits off the balcony ... and considering the fact that he's honestly never done this before, it's a pretty good first attempt*the_death_card: *stops practicing himself to watch Dylan - and grins* Nice. onebehind: *looks more than a little pleased* I actually wasn't expecting it to go that well.the_death_card: It's kind of... more and less complicated than it looks when you see people do it. onebehind: *he nods* Yeah, I'm getting that. *is half tempted to try it again, just to make sure that wasn't beginner's luck, that in mind*the_death_card: *starts to take another mouthful, but then pauses* I want to light it off my hand instead of using a torch. *a beat* Gives me another opportunity to play on stage. *grins* onebehind: *he breathes out a sigh of a laugh* I was thinking the same thing. *that he could light it off his hand, he means, hence the human torch comment earlier. he wonders, too, if Jack could take it a step further than that and light it in his mouth -- he's learned over the years that he's immune to the fire he creates -- and literally breathe fire, but ... that might be a little hard to test without hurting himself and badly if it's not possible, so he's not going to suggest it*onebehind: * ... though maybe there's a way to do it all magically, without paraffin and with the fire immunity, that'd be plausible and safe. hm*the_death_card: *he's had the same thought, actually - the doing it all magically - but he wants to know how to do it the normal way, first, like he's learned everything else. and he chuckles* Great minds? onebehind: *he'd like to learn it the normal way, first, too. but at any rate, he flashes Jack a grin* Ours, too.the_death_card: *laughs, again. and then...* Oh, someone will probably warn you about your eyebrows, by the way. onebehind: *laughs, too* If I wasn't glad we were starting with water before ... the_death_card: *laughs* Yeah. You should be more glad you miss the teasing around here. *not that he really minds it. or he doesn't now, at least* onebehind: *breathes out a sigh, grinning* Yeah, okay, definitely glad I'm more or less dodging that bullet. *sort of. kind of. not really. as much as he bitches when they bust his balls, he loves it, and that thought is enough to make his smile falter just the tiniest bit, if only because he can't be around for it, for the banter constantly. manages to cover it, though, if only by sobering entirely* Speaking of, Daniel give you guys shit the other day?the_death_card: *kind of gets that he did rub salt in it, that time, and offers him an apologetic look before he laughs slightly* He gave Merritt some when he finally got up. onebehind: *offers him a brief, tiny and wry smile, and while he doesn't move, he still somehow manages to convey a shrug all the same. it's okay. he knows Jack didn't mean it like that. a snort follows* Poor guy.the_death_card: Considering Merritt slept in later than the rest of us, I wouldn't pity him too much. *especially considering how early Jack and Dylan were up* onebehind: *and the fact that he, at least, had to go to work like that* I'd say "doesn't mean it sucks any less," but ... *he might have slept off the worst of it*the_death_card: Well, no. But sleeping in couldn't have hurt, either. onebehind: Which's why I didn't.the_death_card: *chuckles* Right. onebehind: *all that said, he lapses into silence, leaning back against the railing of the balcony, watching him idly, not particularly looking for anything, just ... having a moment. when it passes, he offers him a quick, fond smile and raises the bottle back to his mouth. this time, it takes him longer to get comfortable with holding the water without feeling like he's going to swallow reflexively or choke on it, but when he manages and turns to spit off the balcony, his technique is almost flawless. for as much as he compliments Jack and the others about being naturals, he is, too*the_death_card: *grins* Awesome. onebehind: *he grins, too, pleased with himself. he probably shouldn't be, for whatever reason, but he can't help it* Guess it wasn't just beginner's luck the first time around.the_death_card: Yeah, pretty sure that's not actually a thing around here anyway. *beginner's luck, he means, since none of them are actually beginners overall* onebehind: *it also probably doesn't hurt that, if he'd actually had the opportunity to become a magician, this is the sort of thing he would have specialized in* That's another one of those things I'm pretty sure I really can't argue.the_death_card: *grins and then returns his attentions to his own water, to take a mouthful, hold it for a moment, and then turn to spit it off the balcony - and this time, he does it in several short spurts* onebehind: *watches him, grinning, too* You realize how cool that would have looked if -- *if they were actually doing fire and not just water* -- right? *probably, but*the_death_card: *and he grins even wider, at that* That's kind of the eventual idea. onebehind: *rolls his eyes, amused* No, really?the_death_card: *and like Dylan was actually being serious about that...* Well, it's also a good way to kill some downtime, yeah, but.... onebehind: *mutters, trying his best to look sour* Asshole. the_death_card: Pot, kettle. onebehind: I don't know what you're talking about.the_death_card: *raises a doubtful eyebrow at him* Yeah, okay. onebehind: *just shakes his head, the grin returning in full*the_death_card: *and he grins back, warmly*onebehind: *and he's ... just going to ignore the urge to ruffle his hair ... and nudge him with an elbow instead. yeah, that's better*the_death_card: *shifts a little, moving closer to Dylan, and nudges him back* onebehind: *rolls his eyes again, though there's fondness in his expression, and debates nudging him again. thinks better of it for whatever reason, however, and instead ... * How long've you been out here, anyway?the_death_card: Tonight? *glances at his watch and then shrugs* About an hour? onebehind: *he nods a little. he was half afraid he'd been out here all night and he hadn't eaten or whatever* What made you decide you needed to learn to breathe fire? *not that he minds the ambition, he's just curious*the_death_card: *shrugs* I was looking at the website for Max's store, and one of the girls that works for him does it. So I started wondering how it works, and then I thought we could probably make it better. *grins* onebehind: *and he grins back* We can, yeah. the_death_card: *more seriously* And Daniel will get twitchy about adding new stuff to the show sooner than later, and *shrugs again by way of "etcetera"* onebehind: *sobers, too, nodding. and after a moment* He's got a point, though. *you need to keep things fresh to keep people coming back*the_death_card: *he nods* Yeah. *but giving Daniel shit is the national pasttime around here* onebehind: *very, very true ... and that in mind, he grins a little, abruptly* It'll probably be sooner, though.the_death_card: Yeah, probably. onebehind: *hums and raises his water bottle to his mouth again, only this time, it's actually to take a drink from it*the_death_card: Not that I know how we'll work this in, yet, but... *they'll find something to do with it* onebehind: Someone will think of something. *and he has no doubt that it'll be awesome*the_death_card: *grins* Yeah. And I'll try not to set everything on fire in the meantime. 
