Winter

[therewerefifty]

Who: Makie and you!
Broadcast: Not here. Try Manji's post.
Action: Yes!  Many places.
When: Over the next week

[Marsiva]

[It's still strange how she completely forgot about this place.  Between her health and Manji's on-edge paranoia and mansplaining she's exhausted, and can be found on her own curled up on a chair by a window, watching the starry dark outside.  The first time she was here it was a little terrifying.  Now, it's just peaceful.

Mostly until she starts coughing, anyway.]

[Blameless]

[And then she gets rudely dumped amidst a shower of confetti on the bridge of an unfamiliar ship, quite literally just sitting on the ground and trying to shield her face from all the coloured paper.  Sup, guys.  Here's a pale, thin lady in a kimono and shawl who glances up once it's safe, blinking in some confusion.]

...oh.  I'd... forgotten.

[For all the confusion, though, she couldn't sound any less interested about being here.  It's not personal; that's just Makie for you.  She's eternally done with the world.

For anyone not on the bridge, she will at least explore the ship to reorient herself before she goes and takes a nap.]

[Twin Roses]

[Eventually, once she's recovered somewhat, she makes the trip here.  She's never stepped into this cargo bay with such uncertainty.   Where you guys at?]

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[therewerefifty]

[Truly, the hug is more startling than the teleport was. There's a sharp intake of breath; surprise, some faint disbelief, and for a moment Makie stands folded in his embrace. Just a little stunned to be greeted in such a fashion.

And again, she relaxes. There's a warmth there, a welcome that she's sorely missed, and after a moment she dips forward a little to rest her forehead lightly on his shoulder.

And then she strives for some amusement, though her voice is a little thick, because this is nice--]

I take it you're happy to see me.

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt very nearly pulls away in that pause. Though he still isn't a man for whom apologies are a habit, he's fully prepared to do so profusely because Makie is A Lady and he has grossly violated her personal space.

But then she relaxes, and Kurt lets loose a relieved sigh of his own when he feels her forehead rest against his shoulder.] I'd say you have no idea, but perhaps you do. [He chuckles softly, more a rumble in his chest than anything, and simply.. holds her. For as long as she'll allow.]