Kevin Tran (
vates) wrote in
entrancelogs2013-06-29 11:33 pm
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tv is fundamental
Who: Kevin, some peeps, and you if you want!
Where: TV Land.
When: Throughout the event.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A catch-all for Kevin's adventures in TV Land that don't belong in other peoples' posts.
[ I have some ideas here; mostly they're domestic-y kinds of scenarios. Tag in if you like! I can always write a starter if you mention the trope, and we can talk either on that post or somewhere else to plan. ]
Where: TV Land.
When: Throughout the event.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A catch-all for Kevin's adventures in TV Land that don't belong in other peoples' posts.
[ I have some ideas here; mostly they're domestic-y kinds of scenarios. Tag in if you like! I can always write a starter if you mention the trope, and we can talk either on that post or somewhere else to plan. ]
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Somewhere along the way, he gets a genuine smile on his face. Wherever this is going, his curiosity is peaked. As he slides into the doorway, he snakes an arm around the waist of his sudden fiance and gives Kevin his trademark smile. It looks as creepy as usual, but the lady beside him seems to find that endearing.
"Hey, Kevin. I've heard a lot about you. I think once we get to know each other that we're going to get along just fine. Think of me as your friend."
He laughs before holding out his hand with every intention of shaking Kevin's hand.
"I feel like we already know so much about each other. Name's Richard Roman. You can call me Dick."
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"Kevin! I taught you better manners than that."
This is too much. He can't be expected to deal with this... this... He knows it's not his mom, but he hasn't seen his mom since he sent her away. The more he looks at her though, he can see where she's just an imitation, just a projection.
"But Mom -- " She holds up her finger, and even if she isn't real, it shuts Kevin up quick.
"I don't want to hear it. Now, go set the table."
Kevin looks from her to Dick, his fear turning slowly into a kind of determination.
"I want Dick to come help me. We're friends, right?"
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"Of course we are! I'd be more than happy to help you set the table! We'll be doing a lot of that together soon enough!"
His enthusiasm is exaggerated, but definitely not unlike how he usually is.
"Oh, and Kevin? Let's make this really special. I'd hate for dinner to be ruined. I might have to take everybody here out for dinner and it just wouldn't end up being as special as spending time together here."
He gives a wink to his sudden fiance and an extra wide smile to Kevin before he slips off into the kitchen.
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All he gets is Kevin's glare, hard and so over this, as he follows him to the kitchen. He glances over his shoulder to make sure his not-mom isn't watching, and then he hisses under his breath at Dick.
"You stay away from her. I don't care if this is all some illusion."
Kevin's come a long way in the year since he was last held captive by Dick.
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At the end of any of this, he intends to get himself a good meal to make up for it. He doesn't even bother to look over his shoulder to see if anybody is listening in. He looks back over to Kevin to make sure that he has his attention.
"No promises. I am really hungry and illusions might be just the thing to hit the spot."
He is all smiles when Kevin's not mom pops her head into the kitchen to see how they are doing.
"Everything's going great, babe."
Because Kevin will definitely enjoy Dick giving pet names to his not mom.
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"Just play your part," he grinds out, then stomps off to the dining room to start setting things up. He needs to get to his bag, which is still in the hall. He needs to set up some kind of sabotage, right?
He glances up at Not Mom, and before she can scold him for putting things down too hard, he's scooting out of the room to get his bag.
"I'll get the drinks." By which he means he's going to slip in there and pour some borax into Dick's glass.
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He wonders what prophet will taste like. When Kevin bangs that silverware around, he turns towards the not mom and makes an exaggerated sigh.
"Boys will be boys. We did kind of spring this on him though."
How is that for playing a part? He and Soon To Be Lunch go to have themselves a seat at the dinner table. Dick never did understand these traditions and customs. It is all so pointless. He keeps that to himself, taking extra special care to hold that hand that is offered out to him on the edge of the table.
"He's a good kid getting this all set up. So considerate."
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He smiles tightly at his mom, but she doesn't seem particularly thrilled with him, or with the glare he shoots Dick.
"So... How did you two meet?"
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He feels as though he smells an excessive amount of garlic by the time Kevin is asking him, or rather him and Kevin's not mom, that question. He doesn't find anything eerie about that.
"Your mom should really be the one to tell that story. She absolutely loves telling it."
And as she begins, he reaches for the glass. Unfortunately he ends up bumping it and the contents spill on the table. It, of course, conveniently misses hitting him as it tends to in shows like this. When does the first attempt to out the monster ever work? He holds up his hand before anybody can speak up.
"I'm a little clumsy today. I'll refill this a little later. You were just getting to the best part! Please continue."
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"Hey," he says suddenly. "How about a picture?" He starts pulling out his phone. No reflection, right? That's one of the tropes.
That's a great icon name XD
He gives little nods every now and then to the story, noting Kevin hardly listening at all. When he offers to take a picture, Dick is all too happy to lean his head over towards not mom.
"That's a great idea! Lean on in here, babe. I want to make sure this one's extra special for Kevin here."
lmao TY TY
He takes the picture and ignores the nausea that swells up seeing Dick and his not-mom side by side like that, and he's disappointed that he can see Dick in the viewscreen, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything for the final product, right?
He snaps the picture and then turns it around quickly, too afraid to look at it himself. "What do you think? Should I take another?"
[ OOC: up to you if the picture took or not! ]
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When Kevin turns the camera around, he smiled. His smile may be a little more wide than is necessary for his usual demeanor. At least he can claim that it's for the not Kevin's mom. He shakes his head and feigns a little bit of a troubled expression on his face.
"Doesn't look like the ol' camera is working too well. It's a shame. I really wanted a copy of that."
[ooc: I hope you are cool with a comedy of errors with the technology malfunctioning :D]
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Figures. He's not sure there's a way around that. Maybe there's one last thing he can try. He's determined to get them out of this stupid thing, and that means he needs to go for the totally over-the-top, totally disruptive one, right? He's going to blame Dick for the inspiration.
"I'll -- go see if I can find a camera." Kevin practically flies out of his chair, and he gets the rest of the borax he has. Hurrying back into the dining room, he just throws it at Dick's head. There.
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Dick wonders what Kevin is hoping to do with all of this. He makes his own conclusions on what he remembers from television, but he never really enjoyed stories like this one. They were always so cliche to the point of him wondering how humans still functioned with such programming. It is all pretty pathetic. He does not pay much attention to where Kevin is going as he turns to not Kevin's mom.
"It's a real shame that picture never turned out. I was really looking forward to-...!"
Amazingly annoying what a certain prophet could do when he finds himself in this kind of situation. Whatever he has been trying to do up until now must not have satisfied him. When that liquid comes his way, he manages to only slightly tilt his head to the side. It still ends up hitting him square in the eye with most of it.
Instead of waiting for the steam, he is already rushing in the direction of the bathroom or what he assumes to be. Playing it off like it got in his eye normally it the only thing he can do. Anything other than that...well...not Kevin's mom is dinner sooner than later.
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That seems to have satisfied the scenario, and as soon as Kevin is free from the hallucination or whatever it is, he bolts as fast as he can go. He's not waiting around to see what Dick might have in store for him.