Lailah ☼ Fethmus Mioma (
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driftfleet2016-10-08 05:32 pm
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Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- alphonse elric,
- aurae "tempest" le paulmier,
- erik lehnsherr,
- eugene ben woods,
- felix harrowgate,
- fenris,
- gemini de mille,
- hank mccoy,
- james tiberius kirk,
- kaywinnet lee "kaylee" frye,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- max rockatansky,
- montague "monty" d'ysquith navarro,
- remy lebeau,
- takeshi,
- uraraka ochako,
- vash the stampede,
- wrath,
- yuan ka-fai
Why'd You Kill the Merchant?!
Who: ALL O' Y'ALL
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End
It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.
"Welcome, stranger!"
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End
It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.
"Welcome, stranger!"
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I understand. [He has no words of comfort for forgetting. His own memories are patchwork in places, in the darker times of his life. Charles had managed to resurrect the good ones once, from his childhood. But he's lost chunks of time since then. In the Pentagon, in the thrall of En Sabah Nur... even going back to his house a couple of months ago. He knows he did it, and he remembers some things. Seeing the charred-out husk left by the rage of the townspeople he'd bereaved had shorted out something in him, going dark, and the next thing he clearly remembers is opening the barn.
He shakes his head.]
The mind is a terrible thing like that.
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[She slowly wiggles the fingers on her left hand, moving them one at a time, then in sequence, then closing then into a fist from loose to tight. That feels satisfying, even if everything else is full of dread.]
Thank you, Erik. For fixing my arm. And understanding.
[She will never breathe a word of this to Vision, or Charles, or Winter, assuming he's still taking to her once he wakes up. But she hadn't expected Erik to listen and not be disappointed in her for fucking up so badly, and that helps just as much as the repair work.]
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Do you mind if I stick with you for a while? I'll be quiet.
[She trusts Erik and feels safe around him. And in this case, she knows he's not going to make a big deal about things, which is what she really wants as well.]
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The question makes him pause as he snaps the toolbox shut. He nods, with a faint trace of bewilderment in his expression.]
You can. Is there anything you want to do? [He'd only intended on going back to the Heron. That likely wouldn't work now, so there must be something on the Iskaulit instead they can do... or a room they can exist in.]
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[She thinks about it.]
I don't know. Like normally, I'd watch stupid vids with Winter or knit or something. I work on the mural a lot when I don't know what to do with myself.
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After a moment's thought, he picks up his toolbox and indicates she should follow him.]
We'll find something.
Wrap?
Okay.