V-Day Means Work Day. [OPEN]

[thewarisover]

Characters: Roy and other Workaholics
Location: The DOGS Office
Rating: G for now!
Time: February 14, after training until whenever!
Description: What do you do while love is in the air and a chocolate craze has hit Death City? Work like nobody's business.



Even with all of the buzz and the excitement, Valentine's Day was just another day, wasn't it? That meant that people got up, people trained, and people went to work, especially if they happened to be employed with DOGS and the Watch.

Of course, Death City had a way of making things stop being normal pretty quickly...




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[OPEN]

[dead_black_eyes]

[Early in the morning, L's just arrived after finding and eating his chocolates.

He is replenishing his coffee at the machine, singing to himself. He seems hardly aware of what he's doing... but just listen to those lyrics.]

I want you writhing, beneath me and bare,
Chained and unable to move,
I want you to say, the way that some pray,
Your innocence, you can prove.

[thewarisover]

[...Listening, all right.

And staring a little from where he was. Since, you know, he went to get some coffee too.]

[dead_black_eyes]

[L has a surprisingly good voice for someone who speaks so often in a dull, flat monotone. It's a rich baritone, and whatever is happening is coming so naturally to him that he still doesn't notice.]

Obsession is more than a bit perverse,
A fiendish, devouring beast,
Call me a monster, because I desire
To make of your flesh a feast.

Say it again, and again, and again
Cannibal creature am I,
Say that I’m twisted, immoral, insane,
Say it with fear in your eyes.

[thewarisover]

[Interesting Life, meet Mustang.]

I don't suppose that would be your favorite song, would it?

[dead_black_eyes]

[L's life is certainly that.

He has to pause, consider, rewind for a moment before his eyes widen and he realizes what he's been singing while he gets his coffee.]

It's not a song. I don't know any songs...

[It's true. He made that shit up on the spot. Curse his cleverness, and his surprising inability to bend the truth that he's starting to notice, as well.]

[thewarisover]

So you made it up? That's pretty impressive.

[And just a bit disturbing, given the lyrics, but.]

[dead_black_eyes]

Not... consciously, but... I suppose I could have...

[He's flustered. He pours his coffee, wondering if the water's to blame again.]

Were you... listening to what I was saying? The words, that is...

[thewarisover]

I couldn't help but listen to them, really.

[dead_black_eyes]

[There's a very awkward pause. L takes a deep drink of hot coffee (too hot, but it doesn't matter) to mollify it somewhat.

He means to say "Pay them no mind, they mean nothing", but what comes out instead is...]

I am obsessed with my suspect.

[thewarisover]

[Okay, now this is interesting.]

And your suspect would be?

[dead_black_eyes]

[L bites his tongue so hard he's sure he's made it bleed, but of course this information gets out. Today, it has no other choice.]

Light Yagami is my suspect.

[thewarisover]

[Blinks.] I've heard of him. We talked on and off the first time he was here, but we haven't actually conversed as of late.

...What did he do?

[And was it related to what snippets he had heard from Mello?]

[dead_black_eyes]

[Decisively, L sets his hand on the counter and pours his hot coffee over it.

The experiment is a failure. The only effect it has on his compulsion to answer questions truthfully is by tinging his voice with startled, ragged agony.]

He... killed criminals... mass murderer... heart attacks...

[thewarisover]

[...Dude, that's not cool. Immediately going over to fetch a towel and run some cold water over it.

Then he's coming around to smack that towel on your hand. D:]

I'm not going to ask anymore if you don't want to say anything.

[dead_black_eyes]

I... don't...

[He hisses it through his teeth as the terrycloth touches the tender, red skin on his hand.]

But for some reason... not saying anything doesn't seem to be an option...

[And this, clearly, terrifies him.]

[nofarplaneyet]

*Auron just...stares at him.*

[dead_black_eyes]

[L's at an angle where he actually does notice. Quickly. He stiffens, realizing what he was singing.]

Yes? Were you just here, for that?

[nofarplaneyet]

No, I was just passing by and had to stop. I get the feeling this is an odd day so...here. *L receives one bottle of beer*

I just...feel like I have to pass them out to people.

[dead_black_eyes]

[L doesn't drink beer... but he takes this bottle in hands that are twitchy and eager. His face is steadily draining in color.]

Like... a compulsion?

[nofarplaneyet]

Yes, now that I think about it.

So...everyone's suffering from some kind of weird compulsion?

[dead_black_eyes]

"I'd say that the chances are very high,
If isolation's ruled out,
But my bottle might need an opener,
It's too tight, without a doubt."

[nofarplaneyet]

*Auron really has to fight the urge to laugh because if that had happened to him, he'd be furious.*

Hunh. You can sing in rhyme on the spot. What a random effect.

[dead_black_eyes]

[L is certainly furious. It's just tainted by confusion and fear, making it seem vaguely like something else.]

Isn't it just? It comes and goes... but it tends to be at the most inconvenient times.

[nofarplaneyet]

So you have no control over it at all? Can you tell when you're about to sing?

[dead_black_eyes]

No, I can't. It's worse than hiccups, for true.