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T E S T D R I V E |
"Don’t know when I’ll be back again."
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[Dorian was, if nothing else, intrigued. He knew he was probably staring longer and harder at the strange new-comer than he probably should. Not without reason, however, he was fascinated by the blue glow- what was it? Where did it come from? How did he maintain it? How long could he maintain it? Why wasn't it being drawn out like the rest of the light?
Then Kaidan's question drew Dorian away from the volley of questions he was just dying to ask.]
It is a healing herb, more potent in potion form, but it works well enough on superficial wounds. [Dorian does cock his head a bit at the last statement. He wasn't the least bit familiar with this medigel, a technology thing again? The medbay it was then.] I don't know what medigel is, but they might have something in the medbay if you want to wait, we'll have to navigate our way there. How long can you keep that up?
[Yes, he is gesturing to all of Kaidan.]
Then Kaidan's question drew Dorian away from the volley of questions he was just dying to ask.]
It is a healing herb, more potent in potion form, but it works well enough on superficial wounds. [Dorian does cock his head a bit at the last statement. He wasn't the least bit familiar with this medigel, a technology thing again? The medbay it was then.] I don't know what medigel is, but they might have something in the medbay if you want to wait, we'll have to navigate our way there. How long can you keep that up?
[Yes, he is gesturing to all of Kaidan.]
Church is, surprisingly, quiet through everything. He helps her clean up the trays and he follows her like a puppy on a leash through the Moira. He's thinking — a dangerous activity for him — and can feel the bubble of anxiety start up in his chest. Well. Anxiety and a whole lot of other shit he'd rather not put a name to.
He nods when she tells him they're going to her room, and nods again when she offers for them to sit. He finally cracks a smile at the sheets, and suddenly he's laughing. They're just so... Tex. They're perfectly her and he has no idea how she got them and he can't stop laughing. Admittedly, most of it is stress build up finally getting let out, but at least it's a positive way to release that? Right? He manages to get out a "Sorry," and he covers his mouth with his hand, but help him, he can't stop.
He nods when she tells him they're going to her room, and nods again when she offers for them to sit. He finally cracks a smile at the sheets, and suddenly he's laughing. They're just so... Tex. They're perfectly her and he has no idea how she got them and he can't stop laughing. Admittedly, most of it is stress build up finally getting let out, but at least it's a positive way to release that? Right? He manages to get out a "Sorry," and he covers his mouth with his hand, but help him, he can't stop.
[Gajeel has been focused on exploring, himself, getting an idea of the layout of the ship. It's like when he first arrived in Los Angeles all over again - all sharp turns and walls and floors. He doesn't mind that part, of course; he may have grown up in the forest, but he can't exactly complain about the abundance of metal here.
What he doesn't like is the fact that he doesn't know his way around yet. He'd gotten used to the city over time and learned how to navigate it, but now he's lost all over again. He intends to fix that as quickly as possible.
The sound of someone or something moving around behind the bar catches his attention and he wanders over, resting his elbows on the bar as he leans over to catch sight of the kid poking around behind it. He lets out a sharp bark of laughter.]
Sure hope you don't think you're being subtle back there.
What he doesn't like is the fact that he doesn't know his way around yet. He'd gotten used to the city over time and learned how to navigate it, but now he's lost all over again. He intends to fix that as quickly as possible.
The sound of someone or something moving around behind the bar catches his attention and he wanders over, resting his elbows on the bar as he leans over to catch sight of the kid poking around behind it. He lets out a sharp bark of laughter.]
Sure hope you don't think you're being subtle back there.
He gets himself to stop laughing after another minute, and he gives her an apologetic look and a smile. "Sorry, Tex," he says after another beat. "Those sheets are ... they're sure fuckin' something."
Frank moves stupidly quietly for a large man in combat boots; he stops about eight feet back when he catches Ralph lingering in the bar.
"Hey, kid. Catch."
He gives him a second to turn before tossing a sturdy, medium sized switchblade, neatly folded, in an easy underhand lob.
"Hey, kid. Catch."
He gives him a second to turn before tossing a sturdy, medium sized switchblade, neatly folded, in an easy underhand lob.
( his answer suggests that the intel dutch had gotten before signing the contract might not have been inaccurate, but it's not enough for her to believe it much less trust the captains just yet.
that isn't on kirk, though, and so dutch answers his little shrug with a grin, deliberately lopsided. ) Only fair, since I haven't heard of your Federation.
that isn't on kirk, though, and so dutch answers his little shrug with a grin, deliberately lopsided. ) Only fair, since I haven't heard of your Federation.
[The differences in Ash were rather more pronounced than the grey in his hair and just generally being older. You couldn't miss the green in her eyes that wasn't there before, and all over, flickering randomly.
But the nerd boy who dreamed of space before his biotics developed had some ideas.]Evacuating Earth after the Reaper attack? [They hadn't done that, at least not yet. Anderson was leading the resistance back home.] That's the last thing you remember?
But the nerd boy who dreamed of space before his biotics developed had some ideas.]Evacuating Earth after the Reaper attack? [They hadn't done that, at least not yet. Anderson was leading the resistance back home.] That's the last thing you remember?
Did it make you feel right at home?
( her tone isn't entirely serious — she isn't going to underestimate the importance of trees to alvis, to his faith, but if she knows anything at all, seeing a tree isn't going to fix the mess they're in or the loss of certainty on alvis' side that led him to act out of hatred rather than faith, that led him to risk his own life the way he did.
she got so close to losing him.
but instead of voicing that thought, dutch pulls out her gun and twirls it around her finger once, twice, before holstering it again, one shoulder drawing up in a half-shrug. ) Got that right.
( her tone isn't entirely serious — she isn't going to underestimate the importance of trees to alvis, to his faith, but if she knows anything at all, seeing a tree isn't going to fix the mess they're in or the loss of certainty on alvis' side that led him to act out of hatred rather than faith, that led him to risk his own life the way he did.
she got so close to losing him.
but instead of voicing that thought, dutch pulls out her gun and twirls it around her finger once, twice, before holstering it again, one shoulder drawing up in a half-shrug. ) Got that right.
Church rolls his eyes and waves her off. "I'm kidding. I like them. They uh - they suit you." Don't fuck this up now.
[Daisy stays near him but her hands drop back down to her sides when he dismisses her help. He did look a little better than he did a minute ago anyway.
She smiles lightly when he thanks her.]
It's okay. I've seen weirder things than someone freaking out because of some weird alien pool.
I'm Daisy.
She smiles lightly when he thanks her.]
It's okay. I've seen weirder things than someone freaking out because of some weird alien pool.
I'm Daisy.
"I would hope so," she says. "Now sit down." She's looking at him, examining his face. She's been ignoring the tension in her mind about his new body, because that does give her a touch of doubt as to whether it's really him, but as soon as he's seated she turns and reaches for his cheek and thumbs at his cheekbone, at his eyelid, at the corner of his lip. She's not making a mistake, is she? Isn't this really Church? Even though he looks nothing like the Director, and nothing like he did before? She knows it's easy enough for him to be installed in another body.
"You really don't remember?" is what she ends up asking. Because the interesting thing about all this is he got off on a much better foot with her this time around. She'd smack him if she found out he was using 'forgetting' the previous visit to the Moira to his advantage. But in a way, she'd also be relieved. No need to explain his memory gap, no need to catch him up on the events he's forgotten. No need to explain her fervency in grabbing him and kissing him earlier. Well...not as much need, anyway.
"You really don't remember?" is what she ends up asking. Because the interesting thing about all this is he got off on a much better foot with her this time around. She'd smack him if she found out he was using 'forgetting' the previous visit to the Moira to his advantage. But in a way, she'd also be relieved. No need to explain his memory gap, no need to catch him up on the events he's forgotten. No need to explain her fervency in grabbing him and kissing him earlier. Well...not as much need, anyway.
Edited 2016-07-19 20:10 (UTC)
[Tarn watches passively as Drift steps back with his swords, sheathing them safely at his sides. Honestly, its unfair that he gets to keep his weapons yet Tarn's fusion cannon remains floating somewhere within The Ingress.]
Well I suppose that would depend on whether you would prefer to be on my good side, or my bad side.
Well I suppose that would depend on whether you would prefer to be on my good side, or my bad side.
[ Huh.
That was a bit of an escalation in modus operandi. Usually Courser snitched unattended socks. The young bahari must have either been feeling the need for more exciting prey or he’d deliberately been trying to get Andyr to play. Actually it could quite possibly be a bit of both.
Regardless, Adrien blinked as the sock left his fingers only to go sailing towards a suddenly appearing Andyr. He sat and watched the ensuing chaos as a book was dropped and the young man ended up on Courser’s level as the two dove for the sock. Though still young and towards the smaller side, Courser was stronger than he looked and he hunkered down, trying to get a purchase with his claws on the metal deck as he attempted to lay claim to his prize. It seemed to Adrien that man and alien cat were pretty equally handicapped in terms of traction; if the bare foot/socked foot was anything to go by.
It dawned on him that he could/should call Courser off his prize but there was something in Andyr’s expression that suggested the young man was enjoying the ensuing tussle. A glance at Courser’s body language confirmed that the bahari was in pure play mode, rather than taking the struggle seriously.
As is to prove that point, when Andyr seemed intent upon hanging on to the liberated sock, the tracker released his prize and quickly darted in towards the sock still on the young man’s foot. The doctor was not given to smiling, let alone laughing but he did sit forward, drawing his own bare feet in towards himself as he watched Courser attempt to yank the second sock free and make off with it. He had to give the bahari credit, given his mouthful of teeth the fact that he managed to get hold of sock and not skin was admirable.
Seemed his alien cat liked to play with Andyr just as much as Andyr enjoyed Courser! ]
That was a bit of an escalation in modus operandi. Usually Courser snitched unattended socks. The young bahari must have either been feeling the need for more exciting prey or he’d deliberately been trying to get Andyr to play. Actually it could quite possibly be a bit of both.
Regardless, Adrien blinked as the sock left his fingers only to go sailing towards a suddenly appearing Andyr. He sat and watched the ensuing chaos as a book was dropped and the young man ended up on Courser’s level as the two dove for the sock. Though still young and towards the smaller side, Courser was stronger than he looked and he hunkered down, trying to get a purchase with his claws on the metal deck as he attempted to lay claim to his prize. It seemed to Adrien that man and alien cat were pretty equally handicapped in terms of traction; if the bare foot/socked foot was anything to go by.
It dawned on him that he could/should call Courser off his prize but there was something in Andyr’s expression that suggested the young man was enjoying the ensuing tussle. A glance at Courser’s body language confirmed that the bahari was in pure play mode, rather than taking the struggle seriously.
As is to prove that point, when Andyr seemed intent upon hanging on to the liberated sock, the tracker released his prize and quickly darted in towards the sock still on the young man’s foot. The doctor was not given to smiling, let alone laughing but he did sit forward, drawing his own bare feet in towards himself as he watched Courser attempt to yank the second sock free and make off with it. He had to give the bahari credit, given his mouthful of teeth the fact that he managed to get hold of sock and not skin was admirable.
Seemed his alien cat liked to play with Andyr just as much as Andyr enjoyed Courser! ]
Church is quiet for a minute, letting Tex touch his face — seriously, what does he look like? — and explore his features to her heart's content. It feels ... kind of nice.
And when she asks if he remembers anything, he shakes his head. "Nope. I Really don't." He frowns a little, but the expression's quick to fall off his face. "I don't know how this shit works, but ... I guess my memories got wiped or. Something. I d'unno, Tex." He sighs, shrugs, huffs a little. "Unless you got a memory beam ... re-instater ... thing ... we're kind of shit outta luck in the whole memory department."
And when she asks if he remembers anything, he shakes his head. "Nope. I Really don't." He frowns a little, but the expression's quick to fall off his face. "I don't know how this shit works, but ... I guess my memories got wiped or. Something. I d'unno, Tex." He sighs, shrugs, huffs a little. "Unless you got a memory beam ... re-instater ... thing ... we're kind of shit outta luck in the whole memory department."
[Drift just SIGH come on kid.]
Okay, I'm older than you. How about that?
Okay, I'm older than you. How about that?
[Yeeeeeeah he'll ask about Riptide later BUT FOR NOW]
Hm? Sure, I have a few.
Hm? Sure, I have a few.
I'd rather not be on any of your sides. Frankly, I want nothing to do with you.
[hey mang he's just being honest]
[hey mang he's just being honest]
Not enough rock for that. Still.
[ in more ways than one. his foundations have been sandy lately - he misses feeling as though he were standing on bedrock, the certainty that he knows what he knows and that his actions are the best he can do given what he has. ]
I guess we do need to look into most of the basics around here. I'm not used to not knowing my way around.
[ in more ways than one. his foundations have been sandy lately - he misses feeling as though he were standing on bedrock, the certainty that he knows what he knows and that his actions are the best he can do given what he has. ]
I guess we do need to look into most of the basics around here. I'm not used to not knowing my way around.
[Sorry, Sari is good at this stuff.]
My previous statement still stands as well. Only, you know, with older instead of bigger.
[This argument cannot be won, Drift.]
My previous statement still stands as well. Only, you know, with older instead of bigger.
[This argument cannot be won, Drift.]
Edited 2016-07-20 00:35 (UTC)
She lowers her hand from his face to his side. "I don't know either. I don't know if it's being done on purpose or not." If it is, it's awfully cruel. She hates not knowing.
So, okay, this means she needs to talk about what happened when he was here before. She shifts, folding her knees up under herself, so that she's facing him a little better and sitting cross-legged. She pauses.
...Fuck. She doesn't know where to start. She's never been the best story-teller. She just drops in the biggest pieces of the puzzle and leaves the little details behind. That's just her way. So when she thinks about what she ought to tell him, it's the high points that gain her attention.
"The first time we fucked we were both stoned and I was drunk," is what she decides to lead with. "We were both really chill with each other, but...I don't think it really meant anything." It didn't to her, not really. She shakes her head a little. "We...didn't really connect until later. I think we were both avoiding it." Or, that's what she tells herself, that the avoidance was coming from both sides. He'd left that night willingly enough, anyway, when she'd sent him away. She still has her hand resting on his side and she grasps at him a little with her fingertips. "We hung out around the ship but that's all we did after that, for a while. But it was, you know, nice. We were getting to know each other again." She pauses, and smiles slightly at another memory that comes to mind. "Though you did get me a lame Valentine's present. Library books and candy." She pokes him in the side with her fingers. "And I know it was you."
So, okay, this means she needs to talk about what happened when he was here before. She shifts, folding her knees up under herself, so that she's facing him a little better and sitting cross-legged. She pauses.
...Fuck. She doesn't know where to start. She's never been the best story-teller. She just drops in the biggest pieces of the puzzle and leaves the little details behind. That's just her way. So when she thinks about what she ought to tell him, it's the high points that gain her attention.
"The first time we fucked we were both stoned and I was drunk," is what she decides to lead with. "We were both really chill with each other, but...I don't think it really meant anything." It didn't to her, not really. She shakes her head a little. "We...didn't really connect until later. I think we were both avoiding it." Or, that's what she tells herself, that the avoidance was coming from both sides. He'd left that night willingly enough, anyway, when she'd sent him away. She still has her hand resting on his side and she grasps at him a little with her fingertips. "We hung out around the ship but that's all we did after that, for a while. But it was, you know, nice. We were getting to know each other again." She pauses, and smiles slightly at another memory that comes to mind. "Though you did get me a lame Valentine's present. Library books and candy." She pokes him in the side with her fingers. "And I know it was you."
[ He's midway through pulling his own shirt off when Andyr replies to him, tugging the wet material over his head and giving him a look that's both a mix of surprise and concern. Steve would have thought he'd have wanted him to contact someone, at the very least, but he also doesn't argue it, eventually nodding at his decision and continuing to undress. His thermals are practically glued to him from the water, and Steve spends a good amount of time wrestling out of them without tearing the material too much; he doesn't want to have to explain why he needs yet another set. (He's not too sure they would believe him or even give him more.) The dogtags around his neck feel almost too cold pressed to his skin, eyes down as he dresses fast once he's out of his own wet things. It's impossible not to be curious about looking when he wants to see just how far those ports on Andyr's back go, but he figures it's as equally impolite to stare—even if they both might be used to doing this sort of thing in the company of strangers. One thing is certain though: whether he knows him well or not, Steve hates the people who did that to him, and that sort of emotion sticks fast and incredibly deep.
And with that in mind, he realizes he's beginning to feel better than he had when he'd jumped into the pool, less pulled down by the weight of his guilt the drier he gets, and it makes it easier to interact with him. To feel out more of this anomaly of a person he doesn't quite understand yet but wants to, to maybe give him something he's never had outside whatever terrible place he's come from. It's the beginning of something, maybe a friendship he could be comfortable with, and he almost feels shy about it, sitting beside him with more than enough space between them so that it doesn't seem suffocating.
There's a soft sound at his question, mostly amused. ]
A shield. [ He's careful about specifically calling it his, though it's become a lifeline to a world left behind so long ago. It's carried so much of him through every fight, and it's strange to feel so attached to something that had once been a suggestion. ] Made of the strongest metal back where I'm from called Vibranium. [ There's a short pause. ] When I started making a real difference in that war I told you about, I didn't think using something like a gun felt right. So... [ That's what he's looking at. The product and symbolism of wanting to protect more than he wanted to hurt. Then again, it had been war, and there are never zero casualties, whether a person wants them or not. That is what he has to shoulder every day, the frown a momentary response to explaining the shield, and it's sort of automatic how his mouth fills in the rest. ]
They call me Captain America. [ Which (hopefully) explains the patriotic colors. ]
And with that in mind, he realizes he's beginning to feel better than he had when he'd jumped into the pool, less pulled down by the weight of his guilt the drier he gets, and it makes it easier to interact with him. To feel out more of this anomaly of a person he doesn't quite understand yet but wants to, to maybe give him something he's never had outside whatever terrible place he's come from. It's the beginning of something, maybe a friendship he could be comfortable with, and he almost feels shy about it, sitting beside him with more than enough space between them so that it doesn't seem suffocating.
There's a soft sound at his question, mostly amused. ]
A shield. [ He's careful about specifically calling it his, though it's become a lifeline to a world left behind so long ago. It's carried so much of him through every fight, and it's strange to feel so attached to something that had once been a suggestion. ] Made of the strongest metal back where I'm from called Vibranium. [ There's a short pause. ] When I started making a real difference in that war I told you about, I didn't think using something like a gun felt right. So... [ That's what he's looking at. The product and symbolism of wanting to protect more than he wanted to hurt. Then again, it had been war, and there are never zero casualties, whether a person wants them or not. That is what he has to shoulder every day, the frown a momentary response to explaining the shield, and it's sort of automatic how his mouth fills in the rest. ]
They call me Captain America. [ Which (hopefully) explains the patriotic colors. ]
Church listens to her, knowing that she's talking about him, but feeling like it's a different person. He doesn't rememebr this - not even a little. There's nothing.
"Well uh. I'm glad past me wasn't a total fuck up," he offers. "Y'know, with the ... gift. It uhm. Sounds pretty cute." He doesn't know what to say.
He wishes he could just remember. Or that Tex would quit comparing him (at least it seems that way) to his past self.
"Well uh. I'm glad past me wasn't a total fuck up," he offers. "Y'know, with the ... gift. It uhm. Sounds pretty cute." He doesn't know what to say.
He wishes he could just remember. Or that Tex would quit comparing him (at least it seems that way) to his past self.
She's amused by his reaction to that, and her smile deepens a bit. "You sure didn't want to take credit at the time," she says. "'Secret admirer.' Right." Church would always be the one who admired her most, and she enjoyed that fact (most of the time).
But she can tell his reaction to her amusement is tempered by something, some thought he's having, and her smile fades. She flattens her hand where it rests at his waist, to hold on to him better.
"Does this bother you?" she asks. She hadn't really intended to just blurt out these events, but she also hadn't known what to do with the fact that he didn't remember them, and even though sharing emotional things wasn't her forte, it had seemed to be the thing he would need. But perhaps that idea had been misguided.
But she can tell his reaction to her amusement is tempered by something, some thought he's having, and her smile fades. She flattens her hand where it rests at his waist, to hold on to him better.
"Does this bother you?" she asks. She hadn't really intended to just blurt out these events, but she also hadn't known what to do with the fact that he didn't remember them, and even though sharing emotional things wasn't her forte, it had seemed to be the thing he would need. But perhaps that idea had been misguided.
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