The Village of Haven, Arceria, Kaeleer, Tuesday Evening (Fandom time)

[wwiii]

So, Warren had been sitting on it now for a little while. It had only been a day, according to Fandom, since Karla had formed her Court, but in Kaeleer, it had been two. A very busy two. They were in Haven, now, making the last of their plans before the procession into Sidra and everything that that would entail. And, the entire time, there was something that Warren had been itching to scream from the rooftops, and finally, he'd found a moment edgewise in order to do it.

First, he'd left a message for Bobby. Before anyone else, Bobby.

But, after that, it was fair game. He pulled out his phone, tapped out a quick text, and sent it to everyone on his phone's contact list:

We're engaged!

Apologies to those in Kaeleer, who were getting that text at an obscene hour of the night. Warren had been a little too anxious to share it to bother weeding through his contacts. Plus he hadn't had much sleep lately. Eh, he'd apologize to anybody that had been inconvenienced by that text in the morning.

[OOC: NFB for distance, obviously! If you think you got Warren's text, you totally did! Open for return texts, phone calls, other people who have a reason to be in bed with him in Haven...]

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[brat_inslayage]

This text was probably inevitable, Warren.

Fine. Make my next gift basket challenge even harder. I see how it is, Worthington.

Approximately ten seconds later another text came in:

But seriously, though, CONGRATS.

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What could Warren say? He lived to make things difficult for people, clearly.

Thanks! Now accepting gift baskets in the form of provisions for people prepping for war. The actual wedding isn't going to be until we're finished with that mess, at least.

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy's reply had to wait until after she threw the demon she was fighting into a tree hard enough to knock it unconscious for a minute. (Look, this was the kind of news that sort of demanded a quick reply, barring the end of the world. Granted, it was the right time of year for that, but...)

Right. Of course. 'cause neither of you would be my friends if your lives didn't have complications like that.

Right after that:

Hey, I'd probably get yelled at if I tried to offer the couple dozen Slayers under my command-- yes, she actually used that phrase, sigh, Kennedy-- but if you need me, just say the word.

Oh, offering to run off to get in trouble in another world again. That would go over so well with Willow, undoubtedly.

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We definitely wouldn't be US without complications like that.

Warren was laying on his side and texting in bed, still kind of wondering how in the world he managed to get a signal out in the middle of nowhere, on a world that didn't have basic telecommunications technology. No complaints, of course, but...

If we run into something we happen to need reinforcements for, I'll keep you in mind as part of the cavalry. We're still not totally sure about the shape this war is going to take. Glacia has been at peace for longer than humanity on Earth has been able to form language, so...

[brat_inslayage]

So, mega-potential for bad, just in a super vague way, Kennedy replied. Because that was very strategic-sounding.

Fingers crossed one way or the other. And complications like that are what I love about you guys.

[glacial_queen]

Yes, Warren, I know. I'm also right here in bed with you. Literally within touching distance.

Which wasn't preventing Karla from texting him back. Pssht, obviously not. Though she was going to roll over and pinch his bottom.

See? Touching distance.

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It was about as strategic as anything Warren could come up with!

We keep things interesting, that's for sure. But yeah... we're going up against a Territory full of people with similar abilities to Karla, so there's no saying how bad this could get.

Warren remembered the nightmare that was Agio all too vividly. In the middle of war, what were the odds that they'd encounter a horror like that one all over again?

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And the undignified squawk that Warren made at that pinch to his rear? Totally warranted, here!

Totally touching distance, yep.

He rolled over, grinned, and reached to give her a nudge to the ribs with one knuckle.

"Brat."

[brat_inslayage]

Yeah, a couple of apocalypses later, that was one memory that stuck with Kennedy really well, too.

Because neither of you do things halfway, she teased.

Hey, jokes in the face of doom, it was a Scooby thing.

[life_inshadow]

Tara was not going to text back. Tara was going to call back and squeal in Warren's ear incoherently, because people she loved were getting married and that was exciting.

She'd come up with words ... eventually.

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What can I say? We like to be thorough when we get in over our heads.

Jokes in the face of doom. Warren had picked up that little skill from Bobby. Apparently it was an X-Men thing.

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Oh, wow. Warren's ear was going to be ringing for a while, after that one.

"Well, hello to you, too," he said, once it seemed like there was going to be a momentary break in Tara's incoherent glee. "I guess you got the text, huh?"

Warren, who hadn't gotten the text?

[dollpocalypse]

Topher was extremely tired, because as it turned out, having a job meant actually working, like, all the time. So his text in response was not the smartest thing to ever come out of his brain.

you and me???

To be fair, Warren hadn't specified who the 'we' was. But to be even more fair, it definitely wasn't Topher.

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I don't know. Are you wearing my ring?

Warren, teasing wasn't nice.

Me and Karla!

See, clarifying was better, wasn't it? Totally.

[dollpocalypse]

ohhhhHhh

That did make quite a bit more sense, Topher had to admit.

why did i get to know?

Because it was a mass text, weirdo.

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Because I can't possibly get stupidly drunk with you as many times as I have and not actually TELL you.

What? If Topher was going to ask, Warren was totally going to bullshit an answer.

You chew on my wings, you get to hear about my engagement. That's the rule.

Also, Topher was on the contact list.

[dollpocalypse]

Yeah, probably that one.

lucky me. wait, do i have to get you a present?

A few seconds later, another text followed. This one contained a picture of a lab-coated arm holding up a large box.

want one of these?

They had a lot of them, where he was at. Like... hundreds.

[glacial_queen]

"You're the one who texted me," Karla pointed out. "I was falling asleep and my phone buzzed and it's a text from you."

So, yep, butt-pinchings.

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Warren had... no idea what he was staring at.

That's a very cute... cube. What is it?

Because, sure, he'd take it as a very premature wedding gift, considering they hadn't even set a date yet, but the best he could figure was that it was either a very large paperweight, or maybe a doorstop of some sort.

Unless maybe it exploded or something.

[dollpocalypse]

it mostly sits on buttons, Topher replied truthfully. do you have any buttons that need to be sat on?

No...?

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"Oh, you were on that list?" Warren blinked at his phone. "Oh. Everyone was on that list."

Well, that explained that.

"Um, congratulations, we're engaged?"

In case she'd forgotten!

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I could probably get my hands on some. I mean, one can never have too many buttons, right?

The only buttons he had generally came on shirts.

[glacial_queen]

Karla snorted at him. "We are?" she asked, before blinking at him in surprise. "When did that happen? Why wasn't I informed?"


Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.

[furnaceface]

I'm already wearing a feather around my cock. Might as well marry you too, sure.

Look, when Jono got a text at this hour of the night, he reserved the right to snark.

Not that he'd been sleeping. He was still up poring over maps and the like. But still. It was the principle of the matter, really.

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"I know it's kind of sudden," Warren laughed, wriggling closer to her in the bed so that he could sling an arm around her. He was seriously contemplating attempting to tickle her silly. "I'm certain if you try hard enough, you can contain your shock."