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[chaosse]

Who: Eris & anyone!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: e v e r y w h e r e
When: after that glorious shuffle

[ It's another glorious day in the mortal realm, or as close to it as one can get when they're adrift in space. And you know what? Eris isn't even bothered that she's been summoned there despite the impossibility of it all. The fleet is just teeming with all sort of calamitous potential. So many people at odds with themselves, riddled with guilt or greed or doubt.

Pawns ripe for her to manipulate and lead to their untimely destruction.

Now that she's no longer confined to the Marsiva Eris can move about freely as she pleases, drifting from ship to ship with a mere thought. The Huntress, Tourist, Red Fish, Blue Fish...any ship is fair game to her and so is anyone. So the big question is...what exactly is your character doing? ]



[ ooc; if you haven't seen or filled it out, here is her permissions! Eris will be creeping and/or flirting on your character like hella if you tag in, be warned. ]

Comments

[grandstanding]

I mean if we include the library and Kyriakos as time. [He had once answered Kitty's question as to how old he was as "41 or 42, depending how you look at it". The time spent away hadn't been enough to tell on them in age much, and they had returned at the same point.]

[axiomed]

[ He strokes Erik's brow quietly. ]

I suppose we could. I don't think those count, though.

[grandstanding]

Only mentally.

[He breathes out, squeezing Charles's other hand.] You'll tell me if it gets worse?

[axiomed]

[ He doesn't know. Charles couldn't do that to Erik and what if Eris whisked him away and Charles would never know what was happening, with no way -- he couldn't do it again. That one horrific week.

It's like an Echo, he reminds himself. He's played the game. He got out. He knows the rules. ]

Of course.

[grandstanding]

[He leans over to kiss him lightly, satisfied with that.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles loops his arms around Erik, content. ]