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[heresyandlace]

Who: Tekhetsio and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide!
Action: Way-station!
When: Nebulously sometime after they're all back on their ships

→ network etc.

[aside from antics within the calibrations, Tek hasn't been seen much. on the Marsiva, he'd mostly holed himself up in his room, hiding from the rest of the Fleet as much as he could. and upon returning to his ship, he had slept for several days. but, apparently all of his hermiting has not been enough of an escape. so, after waking up and doing a little bit of spontaneous redecorating, he boards one of the shuttles (which he normally avoids touching) and wordlessly sets off into the darkness of space.

he flies far, and he flies without explanation. he gets as absolutely as far away as he can from his own ship and from the Marsiva. and while he does so, he logs onto the network and sends out a broadcast, calmly reciting something that has been haunting him for several weeks--]

--To see an almost certain horrible death... you know how crowds all sit at the edge of their seats, praying subconsciously for a spectacular accident--and then to be whisked away from it so suddenly--brought to the edge of tragedy, and then to have their better natures win out, showing them how much nicer they always knew they were... that was the supreme thrill.


→ and then on some way-station

[when he finally lands, it's on some nameless way-station. out here, he can at least pretend to be somewhere else. and to complete the illusion, he is wearing a completely different face and form when he exits the shuttle.

today, as Tekhetsio spends hours wandering the way-station and pretending to be interested in the automated shops, it is done as a woman. just as unnaturally flawless as Tek's male form is, the woman perusing the way-station's wares and lounging with a book in the plastic park is built to be gorgeous-- with long dark waves of hair and curves in all of the conventionally desirable places.

and she seems friendly, at least. she offers polite smiles to anyone who happens to glance her way, and slightly more inviting expressions to anyone who seems to be appreciating the view. because this girl likes being looked at, and isn't shy about making that fact very clear.]

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Waystation!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[why would the curious and charismatic Robin be hiding out on the furthest possible station, with the lowest statistical likelihood of seeing someone he recognizes? for the exact same reasons that Tek is, probably.

but it's with surprise and delight that he suddenly notices this particular person during his wandering. a conversation between them might be a little dangerous, on account of what happened in their Calibrations... but he's way too excited by the idea of a good distraction to worry about it.

he sneaks up behind her, suddenly coming into view as he leans over the back of the bench beside her, smiling with that fabulous, practiced charm of his.]

So, what's a cute girl like you doing in a place like this?

[heresyandlace]

[she's a little surprised, at first--undoubtedly hit by that potentially-dangerous awkwardness from the calibrations--but it fades fast.

if you judged by the bright, fond smile that blooms across her face alone, it would be easy to believe that the calibrations had never happened. maybe she doesn't remember a thing.]

...It really is a shame, isn't it? I must look so lonely out here by myself.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[maybe he doesn't remember a thing either, not with the way his smile splits into a clever little grin. he leans even further forward, as if to get a better view...]

On the contrary... You look so radiant, I'd hardly noticed anything else.

[oh, it's cheesy. bad cheesy. but when's the last time they had any fun, huh?]

It's been so long, you're practically a stranger. It'd be a crime to not ask your re-acquaintance.

already gagging on this thread

[heresyandlace]

[and she just happens to lean back a little--just getting comfortable and absolutely not allowing him a conveniently better view.]

Well, that's awfully considerate of you. It's getting harder and harder to find gentlemen these days, you know.

it must be garbage day

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[that's good, because Robin is absolutely not blatantly admiring her low-cut shirt and everything it's not covering.]

Oh, I believe it...

[...but if he had been staring at her chest (not that he was), this is where he tears his eyes away so that he can look her smirkily in the eyes instead.]

Would you allow me the honor of making up for where others have fallen so short?

waystation!

[actsmagnificent]

[ What a coincidence. Haruka happens to currently be wearing male clothing, and given her build and haircut it wouldn't be hard to mistake her for a man, either. She's not really looking for anything on this station herself except a chance to stretch her legs, but when she sees another actual person, well, why not.

She joins Tekhetsio in appreciation (?) of whatever's being distributed here. ] See something you like?

[heresyandlace]

[she looks over, and there is a definite pause while she spends a moment giving a little up-and-down glance that really isn't all that subtle. and, whatever gender she assumes this stranger to be, she doesn't seem to mind the view or the casual company.]

Oh, I don't know... I keep looking, but it always seems to be just more of the same old things. It's hard to find anything unique or eye-catching here, you know?

[actsmagnificent]

[ Haruka shrugs. ] Their primary weapon does seem to be boredom.

[ She punctuates her statement with a little snort. Grey jumpsuits, living on spaceships....Invading other people's minds at night wasn't as irritating as being stuck on the Marsiva day after day. ]

[heresyandlace]

[she gives an appreciative sneer at that thought. she'd meant her statement to include more than just that, but it is nice to hear someone else thinking this way. ripped from your own world, stranded with bad food and sparse supplies, mind played with like a toy... but then there was the boredom.]

They do seem to have it refined to an art, don't they?

[actsmagnificent]

What would you prefer? [ Having already established there's nothing worth looking at in this waystation, Haruka turns her attention to her companion. ]

waystation

[dancingmd]

[Needing her own break from the fleet, Beverly has come to the way station to explore a little. There's nothing much to see here, just the usual, but at least every thing is clean and there are no signs of looting or destruction like there were before.

Nothing to see, that is, until she spots Tek lounging in the fake park. Tek's in female form, an older version of the girl Beverly saw in the calibration. As soon as Beverly sees her, her jawline hardens and she makes an immediate 180 degree turn in the other direction, hoping Tek didn't notice.]

[heresyandlace]

[someone must not remember much from the calibrations, because her eyes light up a little when she spots Beverly, and identifies what she is assuming is a great opportunity for some fun and mischief-- because, really, toying with people that don't recognize your face will always be one of the funnest petty games in the whole universe.

...though, the way that Beverly abruptly turns around to head the other way is pretty odd.

so, it's for both for amusement and curiosity's sake that Kett turns to catch up to Beverly, flouncing over to fall into step at her elbow.]

--Hey there~

[dancingmd]

[Beverly slows her walk ever so slightly and glances at Tek - or whatever she goes by in this form - sidelong, wondering if she doesn't remember what happened in the calibrations or if she's simply taunting Beverly in some way about it. She really hopes it's the former.

She takes a step sideways, putting distance between them.]

Tekhestio.

[heresyandlace]

[her smile disappears fast.

first off, being immediately recognized when she's expecting some amount of fun first is always disappointing. and secondly, Beverly has never given the cold shoulder without the dragon having done something to deserve it first.

so, she scoffs a little.]

...Well, someone seems to be in a bad mood.

[dancingmd]

[Finally, Beverly stops. It's clear she's not going to get out of having to talk about this right now. Maybe that's for the best anyway. She studies Tek for a long, careful moment before responding.]

You ... don't remember, do you?

Waystation

[bb_wolf]

[He was told you can get cigarettes on waystations.

He's busy menacing extra packets out of the vending machine (look, he can try, he just might succeed) when he catches the scent of home.

Not home. But something from home. Something familiar, old and reptilian and choked with a smoke that doesn't exist. His head snaps around straight away, staring at the source of the scent, nostrils flared.

His eyes, with his face shadowed by the light from the vending machine, glow a bright amber for a moment.]

Dragon.

[heresyandlace]

[and, goodness... does this dragon have an aura to match--feeling like the haunt of a full graveyard or ancient bloodstained battlefield. it's the sort of thing that doesn't need any supernatural sense at all to pick up the traces of, when you're paying close enough attention.

she doesn't seem to notice his presence, and certainly not the attention that she has suddenly attracted to herself. standing in front of some automated shop, she's too busy looking in the other direction, eyeing someone else on the far side of the park across from her.]

[bb_wolf]

[It's an aura that carries a sense of familiarity, because whatever the human shape is, and however much he behaves and doesn't do those things anymore...

Inside, he's still the Wolf. And he still knows the joy of hunting people through night forests for food, of blood and mayhem and screams.

He instead makes sure that his human mask is safely in place before moving on, quickly and silently.]

Are you from the Homelands?

[He asks the question in a low voice, while looking at the shop as if it interested him at all.]

[heresyandlace]

[the low tone catches her immediately, so that she only glances shortly to the side instead of turning obviously to face the stranger. a little wary, but more suddenly curious than anything.]

"The" homelands?

...I assume this is a question that isn't meant to be as vague as it sounds, mm?

waystation.

[truthvalue]

[It's funny, how something like a bunch of shops way out in space can feel normalizing after months and months of bizarre landscapes and odd occurrences. Souji can't help thinking about the few times he went shopping in Okina City with Rise, and it brings a small, fond smile to his face as he wanders his way around the station.]

[heresyandlace]

[and with how diligently she is hunting for things to take her mind off of the entire unfair universe, it doesn't take her long to spot him.

it's hard not to grin as she conveniently changes direction, and just happens to begin browsing the automated shops and vending machines in his direction--quietly waiting for their paths to cross...]

[truthvalue]

[And their paths do eventually cross, with Souji so caught up in his own thoughts that he ends up standing right next to her before he knows it.]

- Oh. Hello. [And he gives her a small, polite smile.] Sorry, I didn't see you there.

FINALLY, sorry

[heresyandlace]

[she turns... and isn't all that shy about the up-and-down look she glances over him with.]

Oh... Am I that easy to overlook?

Network, voice

[tothefly]

[The quote pings something deep down inside her mind. Or maybe inside the implant. She isn't sure which at this point, and that's worrisome enough. But when she replies, her voice betrays none of this, just a mild interest.]

Cute quote. What's it from?

Network, voice

[heresyandlace]

[and he manages to keep the hopefulness out of his voice. the person on the other line sounds as though she doesn't recognize it, but he is holding out hope... and pretending he doesn't care so much. this whole thing isn't haunting him, really. it's just a curiosity.]

Should I take that to mean you don't know it?