Mon-El (
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driftfleet2017-04-02 09:04 pm
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Entry tags:
Accidental Video
Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental video
Action: Goldstone
When: Nowish
[Strange things have been going on recently. You may have noticed notes appearing on your bookmarks or in your cookies that aren't even fortune cookies or written out in the dust on your desk—you should really clean that. They include:
"Mon-El and Kara are cousins."
"Kara dyes her hair."
"Mon-El glitterbombs his enemies."
"Kara is, like, really old."
But it hasn't kept the couple from being extremely cute with each other. His communicator kicks on for what can only be Atroma-related reasons as they walk hand-in-hand into the Goldstone's cargo bay.]
So, Princess Bride again tonight?
As you wish!! I mean, we could branch out, but you really can't top it for quality.
[He laughs.] Seventh time is the charm? Or are we on sixth? [He leans in, ready to kiss her when something catches his eye—a crate with his name on it.] What’s that?
How should I know? It has your name on it. Do you have a secret admirer now?
Maybe. I am a very good bartender. [Smiling as he walks over to it and without so much as a crowbar, he flips it open easily despite it being obviously nailed shut. Reaching in he pulls up a handful of condoms. He doesn’t notice the note.]
[Kara laughs. Not like a ha-ha-funny laugh but she's really taken off guard.] Um. Well that's… useful? I guess? How good a bartender are you?
If I’m this good I need a raise.
[Kara raises her eyebrows and notices something distinctly not-condom-like fall from the crate and goes to pick it up]
What’s that?
[She takes a moment to read it for herself before reading it aloud with a skeptical voice] "Mon-El and Natasha had sex."
[Mon-El’s eyes widen, but before he can reply the video cuts out. You’ll have to call in for the details.]
(OOC: Part of the Rumors event. | Mon-El | Kara | Both will respond and also possibly Natasha.)
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental video
Action: Goldstone
When: Nowish
[Strange things have been going on recently. You may have noticed notes appearing on your bookmarks or in your cookies that aren't even fortune cookies or written out in the dust on your desk—you should really clean that. They include:
"Mon-El and Kara are cousins."
"Kara dyes her hair."
"Mon-El glitterbombs his enemies."
"Kara is, like, really old."
But it hasn't kept the couple from being extremely cute with each other. His communicator kicks on for what can only be Atroma-related reasons as they walk hand-in-hand into the Goldstone's cargo bay.]
So, Princess Bride again tonight?
As you wish!! I mean, we could branch out, but you really can't top it for quality.
[He laughs.] Seventh time is the charm? Or are we on sixth? [He leans in, ready to kiss her when something catches his eye—a crate with his name on it.] What’s that?
How should I know? It has your name on it. Do you have a secret admirer now?
Maybe. I am a very good bartender. [Smiling as he walks over to it and without so much as a crowbar, he flips it open easily despite it being obviously nailed shut. Reaching in he pulls up a handful of condoms. He doesn’t notice the note.]
[Kara laughs. Not like a ha-ha-funny laugh but she's really taken off guard.] Um. Well that's… useful? I guess? How good a bartender are you?
If I’m this good I need a raise.
[Kara raises her eyebrows and notices something distinctly not-condom-like fall from the crate and goes to pick it up]
What’s that?
[She takes a moment to read it for herself before reading it aloud with a skeptical voice] "Mon-El and Natasha had sex."
[Mon-El’s eyes widen, but before he can reply the video cuts out. You’ll have to call in for the details.]
(OOC: Part of the Rumors event. | Mon-El | Kara | Both will respond and also possibly Natasha.)
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Now we're talking. How does 8ish sound?
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[ she's probably going to go lay on her face for awhile before showing up at the agreed upon time with her own personal bottle of super strength liquor ]
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kate's hatch is open when kara arrives -- and she's sitting sideways on the small bed, legs dangling over the edge. for her part, she's got a bottle of schnapps. the flavour is undetermined, but sweet and styled after some alien fruit. ]
Grab a seat. [ she nods to the space on the bed beside her. ] Tell me all about it.
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I don't know what else there is to say, really.
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And Romanoff is a lot of things, sure, but I don't think that last one would be accurate.
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[ kate can, but she figures kara's better off doing the legwork herself. ]
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It's not about finding excuses. It's about finding explanations.
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If he could keep that from me so easily, what else is he keeping from me?
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I really like him, Kate. Against all odds. But really liking someone only gets you so far, especially when you're as different as we are. I can't make decisions about my life based on what he's a afraid of.
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[ because as good as it is to stay above it all -- independent -- if kara's really truly into him? kate doesn't see the benefit in letting him stay terrified he might take a wrong step. mess it up. that kind of thing is death to romance. ]
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Make it so he wants to tell you, next time.
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You're right.
I really didn't mean to react so strongly, anyway.
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Or if he doesn't take hella heed of what he's learned from this. Point is, it sounds like he's pretty much a relationship rookie. Maybe he doesn't know what's right and what's wrong. You're the one who's gotta help him learn it.
[ a firm snug. ]
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I would be shocked if he's ever actually thought about relationships.
And it's not like I have the most storied career, either.
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[ that's the dream. ]
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I just don't know if I can explain how much it's a risk for me to be with him at all. I mean, it shouldn't be. It's not like either of our societies still exist. But if you're taught something your entire life, it's hard to trust something else.
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