Indy and Mike's Suite

[lady_moon]

Moon comes to the door, her arms fully of three-week old grey-brown fluffness and knocks.

Mare is by her side, eyes moving between the door and the puppy. The puppy, it should be said, looks like he is not two weeks old, but more like six. He's big and alert and quite happy, squirming in Moon's arms.

She'd promised Indy the puppy, and when she'd seen the little boy among the litter, she'd known this guy was the one meant for Indy.

Moon waits with a big smile on her face, giggling quietly as the puppy licks her chin and nips playfully on occasion.

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[mnt_mike]

"Oh of course not, those trip wires totally had it coming. Heck, they practically jump out in front of you."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy fires a half-hearted glare at his buddy.

"I was actually referring to the warehouse in Morocco... and the Egyptian village... that Nazi freight plane... the Atlantean citadel... the Temple of Bast... and that airstrip in the Amazon..."

He pauses.

"Hm. It does sound kinda bad when they're listed all together like that."

[mnt_mike]

"I believe you have made my point."

Says Mike with a sniff of smug.

"All I'm saying is that if there's damage in this apartment due to rough-housing, that everyone who rough-houses is responsible for it. Doesn't matter who starts it, the person who continues it is just as much to blame."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like a rule of Splinter's house. Not mine."

Indy wrinkles his nose resignedly.

"But... I guess you're right."

[mnt_mike]

Mike's eyes go wide.

...

He....he's turned into...HIS FATHER!

Stunned into silence, all he can do is nod.

[lady_moon]

Moon is over in a corner with the still unnamed puppy and giggles, tickling the little one's feet.

"Your Papa and your Uncle are missing screws," she giggles. "Yes, they are. And I don't think you'll find those screws in a junk drawer around here. Knowing them, they've used those essential screws to haphazardly repair a refrigerator magnet."

Her eyes sparkle with deep amusement as she looks between Indy and Mike. Never a dull moment around the two of them!

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Moon's voice pulls Indy's attention away from Mike. He chuckles wryly at her commentary, and then counters.

"You've obviously never checked out our junk drawer."

Truly, it's the unrivaled king of junk drawers, as Veronica once discovered (http://henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com/55060.html?thread=2113044#t2113044).

[mnt_mike]

"It's like the island of Misfit Toys, only without the gun that shoots jam."

Mike knows because he took that particular item out last week.

[lady_moon]

She pouts at Mike while scritching the puppy.

"No jam gun? Well, that's not much fun, is it?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy looks a bit confused.

"I thought we had a jam gun," he says as he makes his way over to the infamous junk drawer. A few moments are spent fruitlessly rummaging through the clutter before he makes sense of the situation.

The drawer slams shut.

"Well, I'm sure it's fun for whoever's now in possession of it," he states rather pointedly in Mike's direction.

[mnt_mike]

"I'm sure it is."

Says Mike, suspiciously devoid of any amount of smug.


Only...you know, the opposite of that.

[lady_moon]

And she's giggling again.

Moon decides, quite solidly, she likes being around Mike.

Then she looks at Indy.

"No Name still has no name," she points out. "It's not nice not having a name."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy sighs good-naturedly.

"You're gonna force my hand on this, aren't ya?"

He removes the pup from Moon's arms and brings it up in front of his face, so wolf and man are looking directly at each other. He stares searchingly at it for a while... until the pup cranes its neck forward and licks his nose.

Indy chuckles.

"Alright. I've got it now. We're going with..."

Dramatic pause.

"Hal."

[mnt_mike]

Mike allows the silence to last as long as is befitting the gravity of a naming....which isn't all that long, before he invades the personal space of both man and dog. All it takes to turn a puppy into an instant puppet is the careful placement of a thumb on the puppy's bottom lip.

"I'm sorry I can't do that Indy."

[lady_moon]

"Hal?" she asks. "What sort of name is that?"

Moon crosses her arms.

"It's one syllable, with no real personality. You should take a page from the book you used when you named Indiana. Indiana is better than Hal." She tilts her head. "Hal. Hal. Halhalhalhal. No. It's not smooth or lyrical. It's... well... it's Hal."

But there's Moon for you.

The one who named her own wolves Mons and Mare.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

A little aggrieved by all the dissent, Indy draws the pup away from Mike's invading comedy fingers.

"There's nothing wrong with Hal. It's a strong noble name."

It's also a common abbreviation of Henry—not that he's bringing that up.

"And you're a fine one to talk about single syllable names, Missy."

[mnt_mike]

"You know, multi-syllable names aren't really they're cracked up to be. Especially around the time one has to learn spelling. I'm just throwing that out there."

[lady_moon]

Moon gives Mike a Look.

A 'you're not helping' look.

"Depending on what country or planet I go to, my name isn't just one syllable," she feels she has to say. "Besides, it's all in how you say it. Moooo-oooon. See? Two syllables."

Now she's being silly.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

After giving Mike an approving nod, Indy tries not to laugh. This is srs bizness!

"I was talking about Mons and Mare actually."

He sighs again, and gives the pup a helpless look.

"But... I suppose Rigel could work just as well. As long as he's known as Riggs for short."

[mnt_mike]

Mike blinks.

"Wait. You want to name him one thing, but are going to call him something else? Isn't that just like...confusing for the sake of it. I mean, if you name him Rigel but then call him Riggs, isn't his name just...Riggs?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Well... yeah," Indy concedes. "I was just trying to placate Lady Lyrical Names here."

He gives Moon an affectionate bump with his elbow.

"Hey... hang on a minute. Since when were you the voice of reason round here, Mikey?" He frees a hand and puts a fever-testing palm against Mike's forehead. "Are you feelin' okay?"

[lady_moon]

"You just watch it, Mister."

She gives him a return bump with her hip.

"I may take you back to Legoland and just leave you there for the savages to poke with their plastic swords."

[mnt_mike]

Mike takes a swipe at the fever-hand.

"Hey now! There's no reason to be insulting my reason just because you seem to have lost yours!"

He then attempts to communicate with the puppy via sign language. Either he's telling the puppy to Attack! Kill! Kill! or Fish is half price, this week only!

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Moon's threat is dismissed with a snort. And a second one dismisses Mike's slanderous volley. As for the charade, that is dutifully ignored by Indy. The pup seems fascinated by it though. Maybe it's a halibut lover?

"So... Riggs?" Indy proposes again. "We can rename Stampy to Murtaugh and watch as their zany crime-busting antics unfold."

[mnt_mike]

Mike freezes mid-gesture. His jaw slackens in shock.

"Ex-excuse me? No no nononononono. I don't think so. You didn't just..."

He turns towards Moon.

"He didn't just suggest that we rename my daughter. Did he? Clearly he knows that I've duct-taped people to ceilings for less."