Scene #8193: PNL: Manly Discussions

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John Doe	The great thing about being outside of reality... That your safehouses can be almost anywhere. Like...in a luxury hotel. On the top floor, overlooking the city in one of the corner rooms. Nobody goes into the room because the room is 'haunted'. They just keep it locked and say there is one less room. In reality, John just stole the key and has been living in there occasionally chasing brave occupants out. It's got a hot tub, a large bed, a mini fridge, and all the other amenities. Right now John is laying face down on the bed and apparently hasn't moved since he got in the previous day. He's still bloodied.
Stanley Padgett	The other thing about living in a haunted room is sometimes you get lax with your security, and boy howdy are Hotels not the most secure place. There's a wooshing noise outside the door, and then silence. And then a little hook slides between the gaps in the door, and simply clicks the latch open. And Stanley Padgett, likewise bruised and scuffed up, stomps his way into the room. "Oh my god, shut UP." And he simply jumps on John in the bed, and starts grabbing for the radio.
John Doe	John, who is face up now has his radio grabbed for, which causes a small scuffle. "H-hey get off!" he says, trying to kick Stan off lamely with his feet. He manages to get one last shot off at Char, because 'worth it' is something in John's head before he curls up and drags the radio into his chest. "Can't get it now."
Stanley Padgett	The Fool sighs down at the Chariot, and sits on his chest on the bed, considering the best method of handling this. He simply picks up one of the pillows, and stuffs it over John's face. Not hard, but still there. "I swear to God you are worse about people than I am you big doofus."
John Doe	John now has a pillow over his head and is muffled. A few moments later he sits up and pushes Stanley back. He sits on the edge of the bed and tosses the radio to the pillow. Starin' at Stanley, he throws his hat and coat off. "How did you even find this place...? Also why?"
Stanley Padgett	Stanley jerks a thumb at his phone, in its otterbox. "Looked for my teammates pings on The Reversal. Followed it up here." That fucking Game. He sits on the bed, and grumbles. He's in his 'casual' getup, a thrifted hoodie with some horrible Engrish on the front, and cargo pants. "Also because I can't stand seeing people i care for hurting themselves. That's my job."
John Doe	John lays back on the bed when Stanley mentions John hurting himself. "Yeah, sorry. I'm not very good at being a Featherman Villian...and I think I overdid it with Petra there." He sighs, groaning. "But man, your girlfriend is fuckin' tough when she's motivated. It sucks I wasn't into it...that I was more feeling awful about having to be this instead of me..." "You should have figured it out by now Stanley..."
Stanley Padgett	Stanley sighs, and rubs his face a bit. "Dude you're not... I..." He kicks at John's shin, and then grumps. "You are not some stupid villain just because fuckin' Lilian is starting shit. Or have you forgotten she hates us, you me and Charlotte?" A look. "Who was it who started all of this rant, this thought about you being 'awful'?"
John Doe	John's leg recoils, as he makes a sound of pain. He's not much for fighting Stanley of all people, for whatever reason he absolutely does not want to do this. "It's not about Lilian. God, it's never been about her," John says, with a frustrated sigh. "She's her own problem that's a lot of others' problems. She sticks her nose where she wants to, and thinks she's god's gift to the multiverse, but this isn't so much about her.." "As for the awful thing, I'm over that. It was a miscommunication, I get what Phony was thinking, and...well some things don't translate well I guess?" "The problem is...you and Charlotte don't have to worry about not existing. I do. I had to try very hard every day to make some sort of dent into the world to make it so that I didn't just...fade away into nothing, right?" John closes his eyes, he looks tired. "So much work, so little gained. When the Multiverse became a thing when people actually could see me...remember me without putting in so much effort..." he pauses, thinking, "I thought I could just be myself, right?" "Lilian was only the fuel that started this all. It was Hibiki's fight that brought it to where it is now. She wanted me to fight the way I did, but when it became about me winning she suddenly went back on it. That her feelings didn't get through. That I was super awful because I didn't fight the same way...even though she /asked/ me to fight the way I did." "Everyone crowded around her...so why not? I could be the villain of her story, and because of that..." He looks up, forcing a smile but it's obvious it hurts him to say it, "I can still exist."
Stanley Padgett	Stanley just sits there as John... Monologues. He really did turn into a Phantom Thief, didn't he? When he gets done, Stanley just... wilts. "Buddy." A breath. "...You do realize that there are people who like you? That get where you're coming from? That..." He stretches out his hands. "That remember you name on the first try?" This kick is less fierce, more like a jab at John's legs. "The fact that people are making a bunch of noise about you being rude is because they don't know what the fuck is going on either." ...Stanley is swearing. He sits forward on his knees, and looks at John. "I know enablers when I see them, John Doe. When I hear them. I spent my fucking life around people who didn't want me around, and some who did, and I..." A strained breath. "You are giving in to the noise and bluster of a group of girls who are fucking insecure about themselves."
John Doe	John hangs his head as Stanley reminds him there are people who know him...who care for him. It should make him happy, but...it just makes him feel more guilty. He shouldn't have people feel like this about him. Even though the words Persephone said were cleaned up, he had taken those words too close to his heart. They've grown seeds... He sighs, "That's the problem...they can't hear me. People have a hard time hearing me. What my heart says or what I want. It's easier for them to put what they want in place, or what they think I want..." he wilts somewhat. "A week. I'll wait a week before doing anything. Alright? People listen to you and they can't to me..."
Stanley Padgett	Stanley... does the worst thing he could possibly do to John right now. The Fool crawls over on the bed and hugs his friend. Just... hugs him. It takes a moment, and the Fool grumbles. "This just makes me want to hurt the people who did this to you, you know. And not like... Petra or Remee, they're dumb." The hug transistions to a front headlock, and he starts to try and chuck John out of the bed.
John Doe	John actually sinks into the hug...it... He's tired. Exhausted, beat down, and wants things to be like they are for other people. He doesn't want to stop existing, and he doesn't want to keep having to worry about it. The comfort of another person pushes those fears away, just for a little bit. "Thanks for saying that, it means a lot to me Stan..." he says, finally, but the moment it turns into a head lock and he fights back a little. "Ack, stop it...fine fine..." he says, getting up. "I'll get cleaned up and looked at..."
Stanley Padgett	NO ESCAPE. The Fool drags John out of bed by that headlock and then struggles over towards the bathroom. "Get cleaned up, and then you are coming back to get PROPER medical attention." Says the kid who had to be treated by little mushroom men.