25 Unicorn Street, Wednesday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

It was time for the ANTM finale.

The power was still out. And Deadpool? Not happy.

"HOW WILL I KNOW WHO WINS?!"

There might even be some crying going on.

"By the power of Tyra's forehead, I compel you to work!"

Nope. TV was still not working.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


[[ooc: *pays Anakin* Open for any roommates, ninjas or spies to stop by and mock his pain.]]

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[namelessblade.livejournal.com]

Kenpachi was staring at his strange, strange roommate although his mun, who is CW-less, is doing the same thing. "What in the world are you going on about?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"The models!" Deadpool shouted, shaking the television screen. "They're not on!"

[namelessblade.livejournal.com]

Kenpachi was so confused, he didn't even know what to say, trying to figure out what that black box had to do with models. Weapons models? How could they be on the black box if Deadpool was shaking it like that?

Even Yachiru's head was tilted as she, too, tried to understand.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

He kept shaking the television. "America's Next Top Model! With the catty girls! And the forehead! And the runway shoooooooow!"

[namelessblade.livejournal.com]

"Quick! Yachiru! He is speaking in tongue!"

"Hai!" she called out, charging forward and giving Deadpool a rather fierce smack to the back of the head. "Snap out of it, Red!" She giggled.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

And that would be Deadpool's head going INTO the TV. "Ow."

"You owe me a new television."

[namelessblade.livejournal.com]

Yachiru's mouth made a little 'o' in surprise. She didn't mean to do that, it did make her ever so happy when she underestimated her strength like that. She patted Deadpool heartily on the shoulders, because it also made her happy that he seemed to be okay.

"What is that thing, anyway?" Kenpachi asked, frownng at it.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Television. Magic box from which we get fun shows that entertain and horrify us." He frowned at his smashed TV. "Mostly horrify right now."

[namelessblade.livejournal.com]

Examining the broken box a little closer, Kenpachi's head tilted, bells tinkling. So. It was a device for entertainment. He felt disappointed that it seemed to now be unable to function, as it intrigued him, but, at the same time, he was grateful, for the entertainment would probably be droll and insipid, and it would be time wasted that would be much better spent fighting. Which was all the entertainment he needed, assuming he had a good partner.

He considered this as well. He should be preparing for his class tomorrow.

But what fun was that? "We should fight," he said, lifting his chin as he looked down at his housemate.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Fighting did sound good after the loss of his beloved show...

"'s not the same as the bitchy models."

...and he could use that new sword...

"Maybe a little."

[namelessblade.livejournal.com]

And there was Kenpachi's torn-up sword decending down on Deadpool almost as soon as the words left the other man's mouth. Kenpachi still had a lot of worked up energy left over from that little water brat that he couldn't kill at the Place-That-Was-Not-For-Food.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool rolled away quickly, flicking a wrist to get a small handgun ready. "You know, I'm not usually armed when I'm relaxing around the house," He said, shooting Kenpachi in the stomach.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly hadn't noticed the power was out. It was one of the benefits of the Sight. Darkness? Not so much of a problem.

She walked into Wade's house to for the ANTM finale and stopped to stare. "Your television has a hole in it."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

He sniffled. "And powerless. Sans power. No model-y goodness for us tonight."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"There isn't any power?" she asked, finally looking around. "Oh. Well crap."

She was actually impressed she hadn't been greeted by knives.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Well he hadn't realized it was her yet. And his grief was strong.

"We'll have to wait for the power to come back on. I hope TiVo works without power."

He turned to look at her. And yup, now would be him realizing what was going on. "You! You are an evil woman and I love the hair."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Honestly, Wade, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to be," she said with a grin.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No, seriously. The blue is a great look on you. I would have gone with Nair or maybe some bleach, but this looks good."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly laughed. "You should know Arashi tried to blame it on you. Didn't seem your style though."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No, no, I'm more of the drugging you and then dying your hair type. Then you'd know it was me."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Pink huh? So mean to choose a colour to clash with his uniform."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool paused. "Wait, pink and red don't go together? Valentine's Day lied to me all these years?!"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly chuckled. "Good thing I pointed that out before you dyed the black parts of your suit pink."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

There's a knock on the door.

Actually it's more like someone hitting the door.

"FIVE DOLLARS!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool opened the door to find it covered in egg-y goodness. "DAMN YOU KIDS!"