OOM: Room 130

[watching_you]

As the sun sets, Veronica sits at the desk in her room, staring out the window at nothing. Though it's becoming darker in the room, she makes no move to turn on her lamp, despite the fact that soon it will be quite difficult to read the book spread open across her lap.

Truthfully, she hasn't even glanced at the book in over an hour.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

A heavy knock sounds at the front door.

"Room service!"

The weight of the knock doesn't actually betray the dainty falsetto that accompanies it, because said falsetto is criminally bad. It's hard to affect a high-pitched girly voice when your normal voice is so deep and gruff.

[watching_you]

Veronica blinks, and looks almost confused for a moment before glancing up.

Then she grins, thinly.

"Come on in."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

The obviously male visitor grapples the door open and enters, confirming his terribly disguised identity. He's grinning. And bearing a plate of tasty treats!

"Howdy."

"Mike made brownies yesterday. I'm doing the home delivery rounds."

Not checking up on her at all. Nope.

[watching_you]

"Brownies?"

Veronica swings around in her chair, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Your sacrifice is acceptable, mortal. The gods are appeased... for now."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"As well they should be. Mike's brownies are so much tastier than fattened calves or virgins. And less gory during the slicing up part."

Indy strolls over and offers the plate to her.

"Dig in. There're plenty more where these came from."

[watching_you]

"Thanks."

She takes one, but doesn't eat it right away. Instead, she gestures to the couch.

"Sit. Talk. How're you doing?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine," Indy replies, compliantly heading over to the sofa and situating himself on it. "Nothing new to report really. Not since your night in our oven."

He stretches his legs out and settles back, hands behind his head.

"How about you? Settling in okay?"

His typically relaxed demeanor and conversational tone work well to camouflage the true weight of the question.

[watching_you]

"Yeah, it's not too bad. I was lucky enough to have my lappy with me when I came through, so I can review class notes while I'm trapped."

She interrupts herself with a bite of brownie, and, "Mm - dese aah rearry goo' -" before swallowing, and then continuing.

"Anyway, I think it'd be good to get out of that Neptune headspace for a little while."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, me too," Indy says. He really didn't like the results of that Neptune headspace when he encountered them last week. "There're worse places you could be stuck, and a bit of downtime'll probably work wonders."

"Heh. Maybe the Landlord has your best interests at heart after all."

[watching_you]

"Maybe," she says, and her voice is neutral. "But I like to think that if he was really a nice guy, he would have given me the option."

She shrugs, and half-turns to place her book onto her desk, face-down and propped open to the right page.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Um... true."

Indy pulls an unsavory face.

"Maybe we can just mark it down as tough love?"

[watching_you]

Unamused, "I suppose."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Aw. Cheer up, Vee," Indy croons. "One of your favorite childhood idols is sitting on your couch..."

He cranes his neck around the divider.

"...and checking out your bedroom."

[watching_you]

Veronica slowwwwly raises an eyebrow.

"Are - are you propositioning me?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I guess," Indy says, ever so nonchalantly.

He shrugs.

"I would've done it mid- or post-adventure in Marrakech, but I was still seeing Lil at the time."

[watching_you]

Deadpan, "Well jeez, no time like the present then. I just can't resist a man who brings me chocolate."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy levels a typically lazy smirk at her.

"Yeah. That's what I figured."

"Not that I needed to offer anything beyond my rugged good looks, keen mind, and irresistable charisma, of course."

[watching_you]

"Oh, give me a break," she replies quickly, a little more sharply than might be considered polite.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

The tartness is like water off a duck's back to Indy.

"Fine."

He lets out a half-snort, half-chortle.

"If you're gonna rely on Lilly's word and three movies for a value judgment on what you're missing out on, there's not much more I can do."

[watching_you]

"Actually, Lilly was always oddly tight-lipped about your relationship." She leans back, pulls her legs up onto her chair. "Come to think of it, we haven't had a decent girly conversation in general in a while.

"Besides, your movies were depressingly PG."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Soooo... I'm just not your type?" he hazards.

He tries to keep the playful air intact, while also cultivating a look of pending grievance.

[watching_you]

Veronica lets out a short laugh. "I don't think I have a type."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Just my luck."

Indy sighs melodramatically.

"But, hey... it's your loss."

[watching_you]

"I'll suffer through somehow, I'm sure."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy drops his head and chuckles.

"You should prob'ly cite the result of this conversation on your dating resume. Withstood the charming advances of Indiana Jones."

He gives her a sage nod.

"It's a pretty impressive feat, y'know."