[ truthfully, olivia loved the snow. it wasn't often that she got to enjoy it, given her caravan's propensity to avoid it as much as possible (which is no fault of their own, of course — traveling through the snow is never enjoyable or easy for anyone involved) so the few chances she got to experience it were always a pleasure for her.
she just... she didn't expect the snow to come quite so suddenly. and so thoroughly. she'd been out in the trades district as usual when it hit, no more than a few inches, really, but it was cold and wet enough to quickly seep through her thin and meager clothing anyway, so that by the time she'd come back to abel inn, she was completely soaked and freezing.
of course, as luck would have it, not only has she misplaced her key, but her roommate was nowhere to be found, as well. while she normally would have just sat there and waited, the stiffening of her toes and fingers alerted her that waiting in her condition is... not ideal.
and so. she winds up going to the only other room whose owner she actually knows.
tldr; sorry sigma, but have a very cold, very wet olivia desperately knocking on your door. ]
[ Sigma, on the other hand, is a bona fide desert creature. And while snow was cool to see and experience in an actual quantifiable amount, it didn't take more than a couple instances of getting pummeled by wayward snowballs to send him retreating inside for a while (at least until his shirt had the chance to dry out). ]
[ And so luckily(?) for poor Olivia, he's around to let her in. At the sudden frantic knocking on his door, he hops up to peek through the crack before— ] Olivia? [ —throwing it wide open to the chattering young woman on his doorstep. Good god, she's... a trooper. That's the word he's looking for, yeah. ]
And I thought short sleeves were bad enough— The hell were you doing outside?!
[ What happened to your cloak... It's a little incredulous and almost accusatory, but is it also genuinely concerned? Absolutely. He's very affixed on that guilty clothing. How dare it be so thin and wet and lacking insulation... And kind of see-through... ]
[ Deja vu isn't quite the right word for it but somehow this feels familiar. Albeit a lot less scripted. ]
[ ....... ]
[ OH RIGHT. Frozen girl. This is happening. His room is probably several degrees warmer than the hallway outside; standing back from the door, Sigma waves her in hurriedly. ]
[ on the morning of the 27th, a bag with sigma's name on it will be delivered to his room. inside he'll find a small wooden ball (so small it can easily fit into a hand) with a metal key sticking out of it. painstakingly carved into its side is sigma's name in a neat script, matching the note that comes with it: ]
Dearest Sigma,
Merry Christmas! Do you know about this holiday? Apparently, it's all about appreciating the people who are precious to you! Isn't that sweet? I know this particular gift isn't much, but I hope you like it anyway! The melody really made me think of your energy!
Yours, Olivia
P.S. Give the metal key a turn!
[ if he turns the key, a gentle melody will start playing. or, you know. something like it. shakes fist at fourthwalling. ALSO IGNORE THE CONTEXT OK.... ]
package | delivered on an absentminded but still thoughtful date after the Frozen Olivia incident...
[ Likewise, eventually Olivia's going to get a package delivered to her room too. Accompanying it is entirely too many words, in handwriting that looks like it wants to be illegible chickenscratch when it grows up, but thankfully its owner isn't close enough to getting his doctorate. ]
Dar Dear Olivia,
Merry belated Christmas! It's crazy popular back home. I guess with everything happening and my last Christmas being the trainwreck that it was I kind of spaced out on the date. But nevermind, better late than never, right??
Thanks for the music box! Or I guess it's more of a music ball, huh? Whatever you call it it's great, I wind it up all the time. After the last time we uh... crossed paths, I thought you could use something a little heavier to run around looking for deals in! I hope it fits...
Stay warm!! Sigma
[ Inside is a cozy-looking sweater (or the medieval fantasy town equivalent of this cozy-looking sweater, ofc). It probably fits surprisingly well. Seems like his wandering gaze paid off after all! ]
a selfie? I mean where I'm from it's just a cute picture of yourself
[ can the jewelry do this who cares I'm here to have fun The response is accompanied shortly after by a still frame of a grinning face at a bit of a Myspace angle. ]
(( he'll get a ping sometime after oska hellweek, when the network finally goes back up... OR, whenever is convenient for your rp timeline purposes!!!! ))
un: aqua
Hi, Sigma. It's [ captain obvious ] Aqua.
...I just wanted to see how you were doing.
[ Well actually, she has a much more specific concern in mind: ] ...Is everything alright with your arms...?
[ She's hoping he's had them heal—repaired by now... (And honestly, she's already gotten past the whole attempted strangling part.) ]
[ It's not like he'd been avoiding her or anything, it's just... weird trying to talk to someone after you go on a crazy out-of-your-mind throttling spree. Even when you both know it wasn't your fault. Anyway, things have been busy, she'd probably been busy, but the text is far from unwelcome when it does come! ]
Hey Aqua! I'm great, how bout you?
[ Actually if this is shortly after hellweek, he's probably still kind of a tired wreck with taped up arms, but details. ]
and yeah not before the whole whatever-the-hell week that was, that was fun, but eventually someone was able to take a look at them for me. it was... [ ...... harrowing. ] well they're functioning now!
Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering... what do you mean by "packing 12 inches"? I'm just a little confused... what are they and where are you packing them?
[There's only so many history lessons and purple party food one can really take before he starts going a little stir crazy. On the tail end of the celebration, Jason detours to the (far emptier) pastures of the training center. And helpfully, the magitek VR console cheerfully offers to randomize a scenario for him after he walks in.
He tells it sure, HAL, knock yourself out.
The room obliges, rearranging itself from the generic-looking field it had been idling in (it wasn't idling, someone needs to invest in an occupied sign for the door.) Within a blink, it's shuffled itself into an aggressively realistic and aggressively noir cityscape. Unfamiliar in shape, but not in tone. A caricature of Gotham city at its most thematic.
He huffs a breath out, and it even fogs in the freshly misty night air in front of him. Hilarious.
Of course, the sudden shift in setting has dramatically screwed the topography of the room. What was once the ground under his feet is now a low rooftop. Some squat building at the foot of an unfamiliar suspension bridge. Sure is a good thing no one else was inside for all that, right. Almost immediately after the world finishes loading into existance, the ambient city noise is interrupted by a clamor of virtual (???) voices echoing back up from the streets.]
I mean they kind of kissed, jason can be an honorary babe
[ Sigma's sentiments exactly. Okay not entirely, but now that they're back at the home base, he's gotten himself an Agenda. ]
[ Actually he's gotten himself about 20% of an Agenda, and that 20% didn't involve much of knowing what to do at all when it came to training, physically or mentally. But generic exercise is something he's perfectly capable of, so might as well increase the frequency of that for starters? An open field isn't quite his element either, but it's easier to go about sifting through ideas for the remaining 80% of his plan in the quiet white noise of wind hissing through the grass along a simple dirt road. ]
[ At least until that dirt road peels back like a can of sardines and rearranges itself into a railing around the suddenly revealed descending steps about two bounding strides ahead of him. Which comes up remarkably abruptly given the decent clip he's jogging at while lost in thought, and so belting out a yelp, Sigma nearly pitches himself headlong down the flight. Catching himself half on the handrail and half on a loud and indignant NPC after a few steps and by some miracle not rolling his ankle, he swivels wildly. ]
What the hell—?!
[ It's a subway entrance. Lit through the abrupt evening darkness by seedy-looking streetlamps and the running lights of an enormous looming bridge. Smack in the middle of a city. After the second or third cloud of breath swirling before him, the sharp dip in temperature begins to set; as if it wasn't obvious from all the trenchcoats he's surrounded by, this isn't exactly short sleeves weather anymore, especially after working up a sweat. Hunching and hugging himself to nurse the sudden shiver biting into his shoulders, he squints up at the matte black sky. ]
guess what, i decided NOT to decide kissing someone else still counts as being monogamous and go ahead and then ask if you were okay with it afterward i'm a fantastic gf, you're welcome to dispense with the praise now
[ Okay it's really obvious what it means, but who sends this... Someone who's on an entirely different plane when it comes to physicality and relationships, and someone who's... making a genuine effort. Whoa. ]
well I guess even considering to ask in the other case gets you a lot more points than some people, coming to me first practically makes you a saint. congratulations on considering my feelings this time! I was starting to think it wasn't possible after the cat thing... but seriously gold star I'll go find cake
you are gonna ask me now right? this is you asking me
[ in the morning, sigma will find a small package waiting for him just outside his quarters. inside, he'll find a white, pouch, holding an assortment of individually-wrapped cookies, both of which were clearly handmade. beneath the pouch is the familiar alastair symbol in its traditional purple.
along with the package comes a simple card that reads:
[Putting two and two together after a while isn't hard. At some point, putting off the simple addition of facts tips way past being wary of any confirmation bias to the point where ignoring the signs is just willfully blinding yourself to the truth.
The truth is that he's incongruously hungry all the time, a constant gnawing thing that he hasn't forgotten but hasn't weathered this badly in years. That his (already not-super-stable, lets be real) temper keeps flaring up in before he can catch the oddness of it—hitting too hard, snapping back at a civvie or a teammate, the press of the panicked crowds grating against his skin and his nerves until he's sick with it. He cuts away from the bulk of investigation for a while to get his bearings. Perched on the seating outside an abandoned cafe with a cup of cooling coffee and his hood up against the cold. (to obscure his face. too-pale, dark marks under his eyes like bruises. sure, maybe he just hasn't slept in a while. that's probably true, anyway. but it's been long enough that most people can spot the warning signs and run for the hills.) His feet are propped up against a chair and his hands are busy. Chain smoking his way through a pack of stolen cigarettes while he flips through the network feed on a (hilariously high tech for this time) handheld phone, the faint tinny noise of a swiped police radio echoing out from where it's sitting on the table.
(Hard to say if it helps. Probably not, he figures. Not in any way that will be any more than tepid and temporary at best, if the dossier is correct. Chemicals combating chemicals. It's all placebo at worst. Still, there's something in feeling like he's got a modicum of control over any of it.)]
[ Denial's a hell of a drug. One that wears off like heroin when you finally start accepting that everything (everyone) is starting to collapse in on itself like a house of cards. Sure, it's still pretty easy to stay chin-up and chest-out around the rest of the team (whenever he can find them), but in the long run, he's never dealt with being left to his own hopeless devices very well. ]
[ And so he gravitates. Besides, drinking shitty coffee outside of the apartment has become about as habitual as a smoke break, considering the visceral reaction it got from the Italians. ]
[ The only other familiar face at the cafe (really the only face at all, and more like familiar jacket given how far the hood's up) looks incredibly disengaged from the rest of the world. But when doesn't he? Especially now that he's... been away for a while. It isn't just the hood's shadow that's making him look like real hell. And while it's been pretty easy to draw conclusions now that he'd stopped humming with his fingers jammed in his ears, that doesn't make the sight any less disheartening. In fact his heart feels about ready to drop out and drag him to a standstill about a table away from Jason like a dead weight, clutching his own coffee uselessly to his chest for a second before he huffs a sigh. ]
[ It's still company. Company that, whatever it thinks, shouldn't be left alone now more than ever. ]
This seat taken?
[ You know, the third one not very much occupied by your feet. That one's important. ]
[ the last time they'd seen each other during a mission, she'd vanished shortly after for nearly half a year... NOT THIS TIME!!! as soon as the dust's reasonably settled she punches in his username (with her mind ofc). ]
Sigma? ...Still in one piece?
[ her greetings aren't normally half so flippant, but she's been in the crew long enough she'll make exceptions depending on the company. (also, she's been living in the 90s, just let me type a gd greeting that isn't "how are you faring" "is everything all right" uGH) ]
[ IT'S FINE HE'S USED TO BEING LEFT WITHOUT ANY WARNING (SNIFF) but that just makes this text more exciting! (and good he's so over the "hail fellow well met" greetings, it's the 90s ffs) ]
Aqua! [ metaphorical tail-wagging! ] more or less yeah. how about you? where've you been? I swear we gotta stop passing like ships in the night
actually where are you now are you busy I'm not busy
Oh, hey— Uh. Nowhere, actually. [ He grins a little to himself. This sounds kinda serious, but since when does Achilles sound anything but serious? ] I'm outside. In the courtyard, d'you want me to come in?
Are you alright? Are you harmed? [ "Did you arrive here okay" is definitely on the list of questions she wanted to ask, but did any of them arrive here okay ]
text; 12/3??? or whenever he gets in, idefk
that works
at least they're giving us room and board right?
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uses the same icon anyway, nbd
spite tags this crusty old thread
spite tags your face
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action; during the holiday event i guess I GUESS
she just... she didn't expect the snow to come quite so suddenly. and so thoroughly. she'd been out in the trades district as usual when it hit, no more than a few inches, really, but it was cold and wet enough to quickly seep through her thin and meager clothing anyway, so that by the time she'd come back to abel inn, she was completely soaked and freezing.
of course, as luck would have it, not only has she misplaced her key, but her roommate was nowhere to be found, as well. while she normally would have just sat there and waited, the stiffening of her toes and fingers alerted her that waiting in her condition is... not ideal.
and so. she winds up going to the only other room whose owner she actually knows.
tldr; sorry sigma, but have a very cold, very wet olivia desperately knocking on your door. ]
screams into hands?
[ And so luckily(?) for poor Olivia, he's around to let her in. At the sudden frantic knocking on his door, he hops up to peek through the crack before— ] Olivia? [ —throwing it wide open to the chattering young woman on his doorstep. Good god, she's... a trooper. That's the word he's looking for, yeah. ]
And I thought short sleeves were bad enough— The hell were you doing outside?!
[ What happened to your cloak... It's a little incredulous and almost accusatory, but is it also genuinely concerned? Absolutely. He's very affixed on that guilty clothing. How dare it be so thin and wet and lacking insulation... And kind of see-through... ]
[ Deja vu isn't quite the right word for it but somehow this feels familiar. Albeit a lot less scripted. ]
[ ....... ]
[ OH RIGHT. Frozen girl. This is happening. His room is probably several degrees warmer than the hallway outside; standing back from the door, Sigma waves her in hurriedly. ]
i'm sorry...
no I'm sorry for that hiatus...
you should be how could you
buries self in shame...
thinks about forgiving you...
I'll do whatever it takes to convince you....
more ab shots /bangs fists
aah I'll try and shoehorn them in...
uwu danke
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crawls back here hello it's me
package | delivered on december 27 because it's still christmas till the new year
or, you know. something like it. shakes fist at fourthwalling. ALSO IGNORE THE CONTEXT OK....]package | delivered on an absentminded but still thoughtful date after the Frozen Olivia incident...
[ Likewise, eventually Olivia's going to get a package delivered to her room too. Accompanying it is entirely too many words, in handwriting that looks like it wants to be illegible chickenscratch when it grows up, but thankfully its owner isn't close enough to getting his doctorate. ]
DarDear Olivia,Merry belated Christmas! It's crazy popular back home.
I guess with everything happening and my last Christmas being the
trainwreck that it was I kind of spaced out on the date.
But nevermind, better late than never, right??
Thanks for the music box! Or I guess it's more of a music ball, huh?
Whatever you call it it's great, I wind it up all the time.
After the last time we uh... crossed paths, I thought you could
use something a little heavier to run around looking for deals in!
I hope it fits...
Stay warm!!
Sigma
[ Inside is a cozy-looking sweater (or the medieval fantasy town equivalent of this cozy-looking sweater, ofc). It probably fits surprisingly well.
Seems like his wandering gaze paid off after all!]text;
[He spoke of a 'siri' long ago, maybe a 'selfi' is related.... Anyway, hi Sigma. (They're friends now right??)]
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a selfie?
I mean where I'm from it's just a cute picture of yourself
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can the jewelry do this who cares I'm here to have funThe response is accompanied shortly after by a still frame of a grinning face at a bit of a Myspace angle. ]one day i'll inbox you about something serious, i promise....
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sorry.
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2/2 my keywords are actually appropriate
3/3
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i can't believe all the messages in his inbox so far are from babes
un: aqua
Hi, Sigma. It's [ captain obvious ] Aqua.
...I just wanted to see how you were doing.
[ Well actually, she has a much more specific concern in mind: ] ...Is everything alright with your arms...?
[ She's hoping he's had them heal—repaired by now... (And honestly, she's already gotten past the whole attempted strangling part.) ]
what did u expect ;))
Hey Aqua! I'm great, how bout you?
[ Actually if this is shortly after hellweek, he's probably still kind of a tired wreck with taped up arms, but details. ]
and yeah not before the whole whatever-the-hell week that was, that was fun, but eventually someone was able to take a look at them for me. it was... [ ...... harrowing. ] well they're functioning now!
not... babes...
wow
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post-typhoon, text
[There's enough people missing for it to be a serious question this time.]
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just prayin' to a god that I don't believe innn
[ Word Association aside, Sigma, people might have died. Revel in your finally empty head later. ]
er yeah, fine. haven't been able to get through to a couple people tho, keeps erroring out, has it been the same on your end?
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not fucking though
but that saves me asking doesn't it, are you okay?? where the hell are you?
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Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering... what do you mean by "packing 12 inches"? I'm just a little confused... what are they and where are you packing them?
this is harassment
my answer to this question hinges entirely on how old you are
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it's a shame you can't see me now you might be changing your tune ;)
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text, @TARANTO, early day 1 of la fiesta
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well, it was the last word you said but you have me regardless
more importantly am I gonna find you in it when I run down there?
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ugh ok. what if I combobreak the babes because I'm too lazy to post us a real log
He tells it sure, HAL, knock yourself out.
The room obliges, rearranging itself from the generic-looking field it had been idling in (it wasn't idling, someone needs to invest in an occupied sign for the door.) Within a blink, it's shuffled itself into an aggressively realistic and aggressively noir cityscape. Unfamiliar in shape, but not in tone. A caricature of Gotham city at its most thematic.
He huffs a breath out, and it even fogs in the freshly misty night air in front of him. Hilarious.
Of course, the sudden shift in setting has dramatically screwed the topography of the room. What was once the ground under his feet is now a low rooftop. Some squat building at the foot of an unfamiliar suspension bridge. Sure is a good thing no one else was inside for all that, right. Almost immediately after the world finishes loading into existance, the ambient city noise is interrupted by a clamor of virtual (???) voices echoing back up from the streets.]
I mean they kind of kissed, jason can be an honorary babe
[ Actually he's gotten himself about 20% of an Agenda, and that 20% didn't involve much of knowing what to do at all when it came to training, physically or mentally. But generic exercise is something he's perfectly capable of, so might as well increase the frequency of that for starters? An open field isn't quite his element either, but it's easier to go about sifting through ideas for the remaining 80% of his plan in the quiet white noise of wind hissing through the grass along a simple dirt road. ]
[ At least until that dirt road peels back like a can of sardines and rearranges itself into a railing around the suddenly revealed descending steps about two bounding strides ahead of him. Which comes up remarkably abruptly given the decent clip he's jogging at while lost in thought, and so belting out a yelp, Sigma nearly pitches himself headlong down the flight. Catching himself half on the handrail and half on a loud and indignant NPC after a few steps and by some miracle not rolling his ankle, he swivels wildly. ]
What the hell—?!
[ It's a subway entrance. Lit through the abrupt evening darkness by seedy-looking streetlamps and the running lights of an enormous looming bridge. Smack in the middle of a city. After the second or third cloud of breath swirling before him, the sharp dip in temperature begins to set; as if it wasn't obvious from all the trenchcoats he's surrounded by, this isn't exactly short sleeves weather anymore, especially after working up a sweat. Hunching and hugging himself to nurse the sudden shiver biting into his shoulders, he squints up at the matte black sky. ]
Hey, what gives?!
ah, you do care. ( ˘ ³˘)♥
sure do bae (;ε; )
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I don't have any action icons rn please imagine one
I mean I don't have any at all so you're forgiven
sigma needs to get out more
look it wasn't the nonary obstacle course okay call back when the riddler shows up
that's what ztd really should have been
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Have you ever considered being like a little less cryptic?
the hell's that even supposed to mean???
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text, @TARANTO, day ~7?? of oska
i'm a fantastic gf, you're welcome to dispense with the praise now
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[ literally what is this what does it mean ]
[ Okay it's really obvious what it means, but who sends this... Someone who's on an entirely different plane when it comes to physicality and relationships, and someone who's... making a genuine effort. Whoa. ]
well I guess even considering to ask in the other case gets you a lot more points than some people, coming to me first practically makes you a saint. congratulations on considering my feelings this time! I was starting to think it wasn't possible after the cat thing...
but seriously gold star I'll go find cake
you are gonna ask me now right? this is you asking me
[ ... ]
also who was it
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text, @TARANTO
do you think he can build my lightsaber
btw did i tell you i'm getting a lightsaber
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are you sure? it's a blacksmith not a lightsmith
wait wait wait back up
a lightsaber????
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text, @TARANTO, evening after the FINAL BATTLE
also
what are you wearing
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well
about 75% of the clothes I was wearing at the start of that mess tbh
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12/25 | package
along with the package comes a simple card that reads:
To: Sigma
From: Olivia
Happy Holidays! ]
woodhurst: 28 days later
The truth is that he's incongruously hungry all the time, a constant gnawing thing that he hasn't forgotten but hasn't weathered this badly in years. That his (already not-super-stable, lets be real) temper keeps flaring up in before he can catch the oddness of it—hitting too hard, snapping back at a civvie or a teammate, the press of the panicked crowds grating against his skin and his nerves until he's sick with it. He cuts away from the bulk of investigation for a while to get his bearings. Perched on the seating outside an abandoned cafe with a cup of cooling coffee and his hood up against the cold. (to obscure his face. too-pale, dark marks under his eyes like bruises. sure, maybe he just hasn't slept in a while. that's probably true, anyway. but it's been long enough that most people can spot the warning signs and run for the hills.) His feet are propped up against a chair and his hands are busy. Chain smoking his way through a pack of stolen cigarettes while he flips through the network feed on a (hilariously high tech for this time) handheld phone, the faint tinny noise of a swiped police radio echoing out from where it's sitting on the table.
(Hard to say if it helps. Probably not, he figures. Not in any way that will be any more than tepid and temporary at best, if the dossier is correct. Chemicals combating chemicals. It's all placebo at worst. Still, there's something in feeling like he's got a modicum of control over any of it.)]
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[ And so he gravitates. Besides, drinking shitty coffee outside of the apartment has become about as habitual as a smoke break, considering the visceral reaction it got from the Italians. ]
[ The only other familiar face at the cafe (really the only face at all, and more like familiar jacket given how far the hood's up) looks incredibly disengaged from the rest of the world. But when doesn't he? Especially now that he's... been away for a while. It isn't just the hood's shadow that's making him look like real hell. And while it's been pretty easy to draw conclusions now that he'd stopped humming with his fingers jammed in his ears, that doesn't make the sight any less disheartening. In fact his heart feels about ready to drop out and drag him to a standstill about a table away from Jason like a dead weight, clutching his own coffee uselessly to his chest for a second before he huffs a sigh. ]
[ It's still company. Company that, whatever it thinks, shouldn't be left alone now more than ever. ]
This seat taken?
[ You know, the third one not very much occupied by your feet. That one's important. ]
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text | un:aqua
Sigma? ...Still in one piece?
[ her greetings aren't normally half so flippant, but she's been in the crew long enough she'll make exceptions depending on the company. (also, she's been living in the 90s, just let me type a gd greeting that isn't "how are you faring" "is everything all right" uGH) ]
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Aqua! [ metaphorical tail-wagging! ] more or less yeah. how about you? where've you been? I swear we gotta stop passing like ships in the night
actually where are you now are you busy
I'm not busy
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keysmashes tag before vanishing for work
same
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( voice ) un: achilles | the day before Leramzen
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omg i just saw my typo...slay me fam
I forgive u... tell me about achilles' impatient hats
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voice; midday, backdated to their first week in leramzen
[There's quite a good deal of background noise, as if Asher is on a crowded street.]
Have you checked out the museum yet?
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Uh, kinda. A little bit... I figured it'd be kinda sketchy if we all ran in full Sherlock the minute we got here.
[ Yeah that's a good excuse. ]
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Also I ran into someone I know.
[ Less enthused. ]
Why, what's up dude?
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text, un: lucina -- prison time!!
Are you alright? Are you harmed? [ "Did you arrive here okay" is definitely on the list of questions she wanted to ask, but did any of them arrive here okay ]
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[ he's not especially bitter right now or anything ]
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nevermind i am doing it now
I am loved
lovingly throws you into a volcano
oh...
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