Santa Castle
Roleplaying Log: Santa Castle
Participants
IC Details
Synopsis:

Frank stops by Owen's with a Christmas gift and some life advice.

Other Characters Referenced: Harley Quinn
IC Date: December 23, 2018
IC Location: Owen's Apartment - Harlem
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 29 Dec 2018 02:51
Rating & Warnings: R probably. It's Owen.
NPC & GM Credits:
Associated Plots

Frank's still limping a little, even a few days after the chaos at Councilman Jennings' holiday party, and he's got some slight shiners where his nose pretty clearly took a beating again. But the scowl on his features is only habitual, not anything worse. He's got a backpack slung over one shoulder, and he hefts it up a little, glancing over his shoulder as he steps off the street into the little alcove in front of the door to Luke's building. The doorman gets a nod, the veteran Marine still not completely comfortable with the idea, and then he punches in not Luke's number, but rather Owen's, shoving his hands into his pockets as he waits for a response.

*

It's a few days to Christmas and Owen is doing something very, very foreign to him. He's … decorating. Granted decorating in this case means that he's duct taping two stockings above his TV which is currently playing "It's a Wonderful Life" and putting up a tiny tree in a pot on the coffee table, but damn that is going all out for Owen. He has coffee in a pot bubbling away as it brews and damn if that doesn't feel like the closest any place that he's ever lived has come to feeling like an actual home.

And it's all for Frank. Ha, not really. But Owen looks at the video monitor and laughs at the thought anyway and buzzes him in. "Come on up."

He opens the door so that he doesn't have to knock when he gets up there and then goes back to his couch where he has three very large rolls of wrapping paper, all emblazoned with Tony Stark's face all over them for some reason and a bunch of boxes. It's obvious that Owen is Christmasing hard right now.

*

Frank has the beard and the stocking cap, but both are plain black, so he makes a crappy Santa Claus. He comes on into the building, heading down to the hall to Owen's place. He's about to knock, but the door is open, so he pushes in, "Hey." He glances around, taking in the decorations that actually make his place look almost festive, and he chuckles quietly. The Stark wrapping paper freezes him for a moment though, and he blinks, frowning a moment, "What the hell, man?" Shaking that off, he unslings the backpack and pulls out first one small package and then a slightly larger one, handing over the first and waiting with the second, "Forget it. Merry Christmas, Owen."

*

Owen sitting on the couch by now is in clear shot of the door so he waves Frank in as he sees him come to the door. He laughs at question and says, "What? I have a girl comin' over. I'm being all festive 'n shit for some Christmas nookie." Yes, he's a little defensive about the fact that he decorated, but trying not to show it, poorly. He accepts the present and then leans over to look at the boxes still waiting to be wrapped, which by far outnumber the ones that are done. He may be a speedster but wrapping presents is slow, miserable work for him.

"Uhh thanks. Yours is here.. uhm somewhere?"

He pulls out the right sized cardboard box, unwrapped and peaks into it. He nods and hands it over to Frank.

*

"Merry Christmas." Yes, he included Frank on his list of people to build shit for. The box, emblazoned with the Amazon logo because who doesn't have a thousand Amazon boxes around the holidays, contains a large mans. It's borderline comically big, but very much in military fashion. It's black, of course. And yes, it's not just a watch but that might not be obvious at first despite their conversation about it during the Inferno.

*

Frank snorts and shakes his head, something between amusement and remembered pain tinging his expression, "Well, you do you, man." The Bluray-sized box is handed over first, then the slightly larger one. Then he gets an Amazon box in return, and he chuckles, "You know how damned hard it is to shop when you can't use Amazon?" Although he could probably get a credit card as Pete Castiglione, he hasn't thought of that yet. Prying it open reveals the watch, and his eyebrows go up, "Damn. That's a nice piece. Thanks, man." Tucking it into a pocket for a moment, he pulls off his own battered watch and then starts to put on the new one — pausing halfway through the motion, "This isn't gonna throw boomerangs at me, is it?"

Both of the boxes are wrapped in utterly generic wrapping paper, the wrapping job… mediocre, all things concerned. The smaller box is a Bluray of Coyote Ugly, the larger box has a black scarf in it that looks a little odd at close inspection, and at closer inspection, it can be seen that there's a nozzle in one end, and a bladder inside it. The accompanying paperwork lists it as a flask-scarf.

*

The gifts are opened in short order as Owen takes them. He laughs at the Bluray, "See? Now where was this before ladies night? I could have worked out my dance moves. Maybe for next year…" He opens up the scarf and is confused as to what the extra things involved. He looks at it curiously before finding the label and laughing, "Damn! Now this is a feat of genius…"

At the talk of throwing boomerangs from the watch though Owen, smiles a little too widely. He laughs and says, "Yea no, I didn't think you were ready for the ferocious power of boomerangs. It's a taser watch. You drop your wrist, twist the dial and push in the winding pin thingy." No Owen has no idea what that thing is called, but it's descriptive enough. He then continues, "I tried to fit a gun in there but accommodating a large enough caliber and then ammo storage was a pain. And then it just ended up looking like you had an arm cannon on… so yea. Taser watch. It's set just a tad higher than the street legal kind."

*

Frank chuckles at the reaction to the movie, nodding, "I gotta admit, I picked that up after ladies' night." The confusion draws his grin a little broader, twisting up at one corner. When Owen figures it out, Castle nods, "I shouldn't be encouraging you, but… fuck it. Someone who builds their own toys is hard to shop for." At the reassurance that the new watch isn't going to fling boomerangs at him, he nods, following the directions — well, except the last one, since the watch is currently pointing at Owen. Twisting the dial back, he hefts his wrist, then nods, "Nice and light too. You know, for what's in it." He hesitates a moment, then steps forward to offer a hearty handshake instead of any more demonstrative thanks, "Thanks, Owen. Merry Christmas." There's a pause, and then he looks over to the pair of stockings and nods, "Good you ain't gonna be alone on the day. But you're forgettin' something if you want to set the mood."

*

Owen recoils a bit as Frank points the watch in his direction. He knows exactly what it feels like to be on the business end of it, you need to test things after all … fine, there was an accident, whatever. Regardless, he's in no hurry to relive that.

Owen shakes his hand heartily and says, "Merry Christmas Frank." One of the few times that Owen actually calls him Frank, maybe because it was Owen instead of Twitch, but who knows. Let's blame the holidays and the whiskey with a touch of eggnog he's been drinking.

Owen looks unperturbed at the thought of having missed something. He clicks his tongue, "No I got that covered. I'm going to be wearing these tiny red and green briefs with reindeer head right here, and then these dangly jingle balls. Super festive." No, Owen doesn't actually think Frank was talking about that, it's just really fun to watch Frank's reaction when he throws things like that out there.

*

Frank smirks at Owen's twitch, taking his hand carefully away from the trigger of the watch. Unfortunately, Owen gets his own back really quick. The image Owen paints with his words causes Frank to grimace in horror and disgust, "Augh. Damn it, man. Don't do that. I don't want to hear that shit. I'm gonna have even worse nightmares now." He pauses a moment, probably not having meant to say that, then adds, "Yeah, next time you mention your skivvies to me, especially if the word 'dangly' is mentioned, I'm gonna fuckin' punch you." Shaking his head to try to clear the image, and then wiping a hand across his eyes, "Just… no." Letting out a breath, "No, I meant mistletoe. Always worked when I came home from…" and his words cut off with a grimace. Gathering himself, he shifts his shoulders as if shifting a weight, "It works, yeah?"

*

"What? First of all you asked." No, he didn't.

"And second of all it's not like I showed you them yet." Wait yet? Owen mimes going for his belt, but only after taking step back. He's plenty fast to dodge a punch he sees coming but it's never a bad idea to be out of arms reach when being this obnoxious. "Kidding. No need for punching. 'sides you still owe me one for the Mister Jones number and I think it's going to take you a while to land that one."

He catches the fact that Frank's actually opening up about something legit from his past, dealing with his dead wife and family. He knows that's got to be tough as hell for the guy, considering how little Owen ever talks about his past or his father beyond reciting the basics to get it out of the way. He hesitates for just a second in the weight of the moment to pass before asking, "What the fuck even is mistletoe? I have literally never seen it except in like these dumb ol' movies. I kind of thought it was made up like some magic kissing herb thing."

*

"No I didn't." Frank is very firm about this point. When Owen mimes going for his belt and then takes a step back, Frank could cock an arm — instead he lifts up his left arm and points the new watch at Owen again. "Yeah. I do owe you on, don't I?" Shaking it off, he shoves his hands into his pockets again, shrugging a little helplessly, "No idea what it is. Just know it's some plant that you put up, and you're supposed to kiss someone you're caught under it with." Drawing in a long, slow breath, he scrubs at his bearded chin and then gestures out, "It's got some little berries on it. They sell it by name, so you don't gotta know what it looks like. Just know it works, or at least, with some people." He shrugs again, "Maybe it will with your girl. Harley, right?" There's a pause there, and his brows lift, "You're datin' Harley Quinn? That's why you were worried about her bein' on a list."

*

Owen laughs right up until the watch is raised and he puts his hands up immediately, "Yea fine. See if I build you cool shit in the future, I see how it is." But his tone is obviously joking as he's still smiling. He'd be less inclined if Frank actually used the watch, but still.

He listens to the explanation and shrugs, guessing that sounds about right. But he's literally never seen it sold so he has to ask, "Do you like go to a mistletoe dealer? Is it like black market shit? Because I gotta say, I don't think I've ever seen it." Owen has obviously never been to an actual decorating store or department, nor shopped for Christmas wreaths so this isn't too surprising. "Whatever. Still a good plan. Can't hurt."

At the question Owen gives a half shrug of agreement, "Yea, you met her the other night, right?" She was there. He was there. Owen was super drunk though so he's not sure if they met or not. "Yea, figured it'd be good t'know if you planned on killin' my girlfriend, yea. Even if we were broken up at the time…"

*

Frank gestures toward the door of the apartment, "Pretty sure you can just go to like… Target or WalMart." Frank may not do the department store thing all that often anymore, considering that he's one of New York's most wanted, but he certainly used to do it. Nodding at the half-memory, Castle shrugs a little helplessly, "Yeah. She doesn't fuck with me and mine, she's off the list." There's a pause, and he admits, "That includes you, man." Brushing right past that, he continues, "But I don't think we get to choose who we love. It's the one who gets in under your skin, the one who can really hurt you because you really care what they think about you. You got that, you hold the hell onto it."

*

Owen looks confused and a little horrified at the thought of joining the masses at department stores. He dumbly nods though and accepts that he is just going to swipe some from Stark Towers instead because there has to be loads of holiday decorations around there. And while Harley might be the one with the aversion to normal, Owen isn't that far behind.

He laughs at the part about Harley being off the list, mistaking it for a joke at first until he is also included. "What? Was that in question? Because you coulda just skipped the flask and led with that for a gift. And why the shit would I be on your list?" He is still looking confused and a little horrified when Frank launches into his theories of the heart.

"Yea, like the bro's who you go bust up gangs in Gotham with for fun who 'whoops' turns out might have had you on their kill list? That hurts Frank." Here Owen places a hand to his chest and emphasis, "Here. In my heart." And yes a good deal of that is just so he doesn't have to accept or react to anything that Frank just said in regards to his relationship with Harley. Boy does Owen not need anyone detailing the ways in which that relationship could go poorly. Especially in terms of hurting him, and not in the emotional pain kind of way.

*

"Naw," Frank reassures Owen, "I mean," he's not particularly good at this part either, but he soldiers (ha ha) on, "if someone fucks with you, they're on my list." Shaking his head slowly, he continues, "And sorry, Owen, but we've been over this. You ain't my type." There's a pause there, and then he glances down, "Pretty sure I've had my type. So yeah. I'm serious here, Mercer." Because using Owen's last name means he's really serious, "You don't hold onto someone who can hurt you that bad, you're a goddamned idiot."

*

Owen genuinely hurt by the confusion despite his play acting actually laughs as Frank explains it. He grins, "Oh hell yea. I like that." Owen almost blurts out the Maximoff Twins, but Frank is not exactly much of a match for the two of them, few in Owen's estimation are. He decides to keep that one to himself, lest Frank get any ideas. He considers that again for a second and then stops and says without any of his usual sarcasm or joking. "Same." Owen wasn't sure about Frank at the start but it seems like he's gotten on the right track, as much as Owen has at least and he respects that.

Owen stops joking for a moment and actually considers what Frank is saying. He lets out a forced breath and says, "I am utterly fucked" The realization of how far in the bag he is for Harley has been making itself clear over the last few weeks and something about Frank imparting his wisdom on the topic drives it home.

"Thanks.. " Owen tries to process all that and is kind of left blinking for a bit before coming back to the moment.

"…you want to stay for a cup of coffee? Or … I think I have those go cup things if you're headed out?"
Owen underestimates the number of claymore mines Frank is willing to stock in order to deal with his enemies, no matter how fast or freaky they are. Of course, that assumes Frank survives the first encounter. The response draws a nod from Castle, and he shrugs just a little, "Don't worry, it doesn't mean I wanna snuggle." The realization sparks a shrug, "Yeah. You are. Good news is, you're also saved. You've got everything in front of you." He pauses at the offer, then shrugs, "Why don't we go get some mistletoe for you, and I'll buy you those drinks I owe you."

*

"Now Frank, yer sending me mixed signals here. First you say you don't want to snuggle, but then you're suggesting we go buy some mistletoe, which is pretty obviously code for getting all makey-outey." Owen laughs and flips off a few things, obviously on board for this plan. Whether it's the drinks, the mistletoe or the "promise" of makeouts, who knows, whatever it is, he's ready to head out the door for it.

*

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