2011 12 26 After Christmas Exchange

Log Title: After Christmas Exchange
Characters: Richenda-Gray, Phantasm, Wade Shaw
IC Date: 26 Dec 2011
Location: Chelsea - Tate Apt Building - Mike's apartment
Brief Log Summary: Chenda swings by Mike's apartment to give some belated Christmas presents out
Rating: PG
There is no TS in this log: Yes

-==[ Mike's Apt - Tate Apt Bldg - New York ]==-----—-

This studio apartment is quite simple. To the right of the entryway is the kitchen and bathroom, to the left a closet and a washer/dryer. Straight ahead, the Living/Dining Room combo. Walk to there and there's a sleeping alcove to the right. As far as furniture there are five notable pieces of furniture. Two futons in the alcove, two more futons in the living /dining room area, and a rather beaten, and likely salvaged from a street corner on trash day, coffee table. Resting on the table is an old TV and converter box.

It is unsure to what is sadder. The minimalism of the furniture, or that four guys pooled their money for this and this is all they did. But factoring the amount of sound proof paneling around the place along with the drumset, guitars, keyboard, recorder, and practice drum pads scattered about there's likely a good reason why the furniture count stopped where it did. With just two people sharing the apartment now, this quasi-two room, quasi-kitchen, one bathroom apartment seems quite spacious. Although, the occupants would prefer it much more if the other two former occupants were still there.

Christmas comes but once a year… and that was yesterday. Tough luck, Chuck.

Or maybe not. The dark-haired girl stepping out of the elevator is carrying a package under her arm. It's not wrapped, but it might just be to protect something inside from the notoriously cranky New York weather. Chenda, clad in her usual, a light gray parka, and a bright white tassel cap with green and red snowflakes, steps up to the door for Mike & Wade and knocks on the door, rapping out the first line of 'Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer'.

The door immediately opens, but instead of Mike Chenda is given a glimpse of the blonde resident of the apartment. "If he cut down on the drinks it wouldn't be so red." Wade replies, casting a bit of a smile despite him only wearing pants and his hair in quite a bit of a mess. There's a bit of a red mark to the side of his neck and one a bit lower to the front which might give an indication to the rather cheery greeting. "You're a day late, aren't you?"

"Hey, Wade, nice to see you… okay, maybe a bit too much of you. Grab a shirt at least! You're making me feel overdressed," Chenda quips, trying to look past him. "Where's Mike? Out taking advantage of the sales?"

At the guess to where Mike is Wade lets out a laugh, opening the door a bit wider to allow for Chenda to wander on in. "Good guess! But no. He nods his head towards one futon which judging from the lump under the sheets is still quite occupied. "You know that bit between asleep and awake where you're just not wanting to move?"

"Oh… He might have the right idea. It's brisk out there," Chenda says, stepping inside and looking around for someplace convenient to set down her box. "And by brisk, I mean popsicle-making weather." She finally just puts it next to the door and begins removing her coat. "At least it's nice and toasty in here."

Wade closes the door after Chenda's all the way in. "Yeah, that too." He steps into the kitchen area, grabbing a glass before moving to the sink. "He's usually hard to wake on Mondays. Summer and Winter. Probably why he's rarely scheduled for things these days." The faucet is turned on and he starts to fill up the glass.

"Note to self: No early appointments with Mike on Monday." Chenda sets her jacket out of the way, then pulls off her hat and runs her fingers through her hair to neaten the resulting fluffing. "Would that make you the early bird of this apartment, corntop?" she asks cheerily, glancing down at her fleece boots as if making up her mind whether or not to remove them.

"Nah, he's got me beat the other days of the week." Wade dismisses, stepping out of the kitchen area, "He goes to sleep so damn early now adays I'm surprised he doesn't wake up before I get back from clubbing. Just happens that there's not much of a night life on Sunday evenings when people are home with their families. Be glad someone was concious enough to open the door" He steps over to the futon Mike's sleeping in and sticks a foot out to shift the frame, "Wakey wakey eggs and bakey."

There's a bit of a shift of the lump under the blanket followed by the sounds of a "Mrrh" in protest.

"Early to bed, early to rise… no, I never really believed that anyway," Chenda ripostes, balancing easily on one foot to pull off one boot, revealing a white sock beneath. "Sounds like he's definitely on the unconscious/reserve list," she adds, switching feet with a hop and pulling off her other boot the same way. "He's not even speaking English."

"Give it a sec." Wade replies, holding his glass up. "Michael N. Hannigan. GET your ass out of that bed. I have a glass of water and I KNOW how to use it."

"MMrrrahc'monwade, y'know what they do ta'me." Despite the protest, there's the moving of a blanket as Mike moves the blanket from his face. Eyes open, he looks blankly to Wade and the water. Blink. Blink.

Chenda stifles giggles, standing clear while Wade applies some very uncomfortable coercion to Mike. "That /did/ sound like English," she observes helpfully, lifting her hand and giving Mike a little fingertip wave. "A very merry UnChristmas to you, to you…"

The blank look shifts, directing towards the more feminine of the two standing persons in the apartment. The process results in him looking at Chenda upside down for a few moments before he finally greets her. In a way. "Chenda?" This moment ends as he starts sputtering from a few droplets of water hitting his neck and the exposed part of his upper chest. The musician rolls out of the futon, cursing. "GODDAMMIT WADE!"

"Alright, he is awake." Wade observes, looking towards Chenda as he holds up the not quite as full glass up in a slight wave. "Now, I'm going to head out after I get a shirt on. Someone told me it's cold outside." He starts walking over to the other used futon, grabbing a shirt that's just lying on the floor, "In December. Huh, who knew?"

"In the flesh. And jeans, and turtleneck, and socks, and undies." Chenda steps over and kneels to give Mike a hug. And stop him from rendering himself tragically roomie-less. "Come on, let's be of good cheer. It's a beautiful day, for December. Just don't step outside for long if you value your body temperature."

She glances up as Wade announces he's leaving. "Oh, pooh. You're gonna leave before I even give you your present?"

Wade looks over towards Chenda after he pulls on his shirt, "Oh I gt something?" He looks a bit surprised at this but then glances to the Mike being hugged onto, "Damn, wish I knew that before. Okay quick while he's still remembering how to walk."

The sputtering, slightly damp Mike shoves a hand down, starting to sit himself up as he finds himself being hugged. His head turns, looking to Chenda, "He didn't dump water on YOU."

"Nope," Chenda agrees, hugging Mike warmly before she lets go. "But if you can forgive him, it'll save time. Got something for ya. And Wade, but it looks like he's heading for the door double-time." She rocks back onto her rump and reaches for that box, lying down and stretching and reaching it easily, then pulling it into her lap. She reaches inside and pulls out a small package. "Here ya go. Sorry it's a day late, but Christmas wasn't my best day."

Mike starts to get up with his newfound freedom but instead he finds himself being handed a present which does stop him. "Wha-"

While Mike's distracted, Wade pops out the door. "Maybe later!" He promises.

"Later!" Chenda promises as the door shuts. She returns her attention to Mike. "Seriously, it's yours. Open it. Mostly my own work, but Joe at the guitar store helped me stitch the pad on."

If Mike does open the package, he'll find a braided guitar sling of black leather, made to just the right length for him.

Mike looks to the present, and then back to Chenda as he's seemingly waking up a bit more as he seems to open his mouth in protest before she mentions her own work. curiousity kicks in and his attention goes to the package, opening it to peek inside. Pulling the sling out he looks to it, "You made this?"

"Well, most of it. It's nothing special," Chenda replies, looking away. "Just craft store leather and roughout for the pad. I remembered your own was looking kind of worn, so…"

Mike nods before he starts to get up and glances around. Moving over towards to his own designated pile, but going towards one that seems folded, he pulls out a shirt to pull it on. "Alright. You eaten breakfast yet?"

"Um…" Chenda blushes. "No. I had to finish the last of the braiding." She rolls to her feet and stretches tautly… and snaps her knees together as she feels her jeans slip off her hips, catching them halfway down. "I guess it's obvious!" she quips, standing in her pale blue underpants. "I've lost weight since I woke up!"

Mike smirks at her response as he straightens out the shirt. He tilts his head towards the door, "Come on. We're getting breakfast and going belt-shopping."

Chenda sets the box on the counter and stoops to pull up her jeans. "Sounds good to me. But this is The Day After Christmas, ya know? I dunno if we'll even be able to get into the mall." She opens a few buttons, straightens and tugs, and holds up her pants to refasten them. "Know of any other good belt-places?"

"Who said anything about the mall?" Mike asks, rather sincerely as he moves over to the door. His smile widens, "Merry day after Christmas, Chenda."

"Teach me your wisdom, sifu," Chenda quips, stepping into her boots and scooping up her coat and cap. "Christmas is a giving time, after all!"

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