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[He's been watching her run around in nothing but a bikini all day, which was pretty nice for him (and everyone else, frankly). More than once she'd glanced over his way, catching him staring, but there was no embarrassment to be found there: he'd just grinning and offered her a little salute with whatever bottle he'd had at the time, his eyes lingering here and there. Why not? She looks good, and she knows that he's into her. Why not stare?
Besides: protection means keeping her in his sights, so.
Anyway. Now the sun's set, and he's leaning up against a wall near the doorway. The party, such as it is, is in full-swing, and that's nice, but he's never been one for socializing. Instead: he watches and waits, and when she comes near, he stares down at her with no small measure of amusement.]
Hey.
Bored with splashing around?
Besides: protection means keeping her in his sights, so.
Anyway. Now the sun's set, and he's leaning up against a wall near the doorway. The party, such as it is, is in full-swing, and that's nice, but he's never been one for socializing. Instead: he watches and waits, and when she comes near, he stares down at her with no small measure of amusement.]
Hey.
Bored with splashing around?
[Every time she catches him watching her, there's a little twist of excitement in her gut. She's always loved eyes on her, which is why she spends most of the evening flitting around the party and flirting with the others. She wants to keep him watching.
But eventually, yes, she does get bored. She saunters his way eventually, making no effort to hide the word UNFAITHFUL etched along the base of her neck. He's likely seen it already, anyway. She's never been good at covering up.]
Haymitch.
[She gives him a little nod, then leans against the wall next to him, her hands folded behind her back.]
More like I'm bored of not understanding a thing about these people. There's a pair here that flies around on airships back home. They're alchemists.
[Which, no shade, really. She likes Escha, and Logy seems alright—it's just a lot to take in.]
But eventually, yes, she does get bored. She saunters his way eventually, making no effort to hide the word UNFAITHFUL etched along the base of her neck. He's likely seen it already, anyway. She's never been good at covering up.]
Haymitch.
[She gives him a little nod, then leans against the wall next to him, her hands folded behind her back.]
More like I'm bored of not understanding a thing about these people. There's a pair here that flies around on airships back home. They're alchemists.
[Which, no shade, really. She likes Escha, and Logy seems alright—it's just a lot to take in.]
What'd I tell you about trying to make sense of this place?
[He shrugs. Maybe they're lying and maybe they're not, and maybe the world is more bizarre than anything he could have ever imagined.]
But if you want a change of pace, think I can help you out there.
[He looks down at her. His own brand is cut off, hidden beneath a rolled-up sleeve: I let twenty-four ki-- it reads, and she'll likely see the rest before they're through.]
[He shrugs. Maybe they're lying and maybe they're not, and maybe the world is more bizarre than anything he could have ever imagined.]
But if you want a change of pace, think I can help you out there.
[He looks down at her. His own brand is cut off, hidden beneath a rolled-up sleeve: I let twenty-four ki-- it reads, and she'll likely see the rest before they're through.]
I gave up making sense, but that sort of mind-bending shit comes up in conversation, and then what am I supposed to do? We don't have a lot of magic and demons and hundred-year-old-weapons-turned-twink in Ontario.
[Let her huff, is what she's saying.
She grins at the proposition, though she keeps her gaze on the party. It's about damned time.]
I could do with a shake-up. What'd you have in mind?
[Let her huff, is what she's saying.
She grins at the proposition, though she keeps her gaze on the party. It's about damned time.]
I could do with a shake-up. What'd you have in mind?
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C'mon.
[He lifts off the wall and nods his head, indicating she ought to follow. Nobody's in the changing station now, which makes the space kind of roomy. A few shower stalls and lockers coupled with sterile tile makes it pretty much like every single locker room in existence, so at least not everything about this place is bizarre.]
I still owe you one.
[He says it conversationally, turning to face her.]
Or maybe two, if you wanna be petty about it. How bout I settle that debt here and now?
[He lifts off the wall and nods his head, indicating she ought to follow. Nobody's in the changing station now, which makes the space kind of roomy. A few shower stalls and lockers coupled with sterile tile makes it pretty much like every single locker room in existence, so at least not everything about this place is bizarre.]
I still owe you one.
[He says it conversationally, turning to face her.]
Or maybe two, if you wanna be petty about it. How bout I settle that debt here and now?
[She frowns in that appreciative sort of way at the mention of "two". What a gentleman, honestly.]
Atta boy. I'll take petty.
[And what a choice in venue. This place reminds her of the locker room back in Letterkenny.]
Assuming you can deliver, that is.
[She closes the distance between them in a few slow steps, her hand landing on his hip to tug at his shirt.]
Atta boy. I'll take petty.
[And what a choice in venue. This place reminds her of the locker room back in Letterkenny.]
Assuming you can deliver, that is.
[She closes the distance between them in a few slow steps, her hand landing on his hip to tug at his shirt.]
You really think you can't assume that?
[He smooths his hands over her shoulders, down her body, tracing out the shape of her body until he reaches her hips. Then it's a gentle push, stepping forward, til he's backed her against the wall.]
You really think I'll disappoint, sweetheart?
[His fingers tangle in the strings of her bikini, tugging them free of her hip, the action slow and methodical as he stares down at her.]
[He smooths his hands over her shoulders, down her body, tracing out the shape of her body until he reaches her hips. Then it's a gentle push, stepping forward, til he's backed her against the wall.]
You really think I'll disappoint, sweetheart?
[His fingers tangle in the strings of her bikini, tugging them free of her hip, the action slow and methodical as he stares down at her.]
[He's waiting in his bedroom-- and it is his bedroom now, singular possession-- for her. She'll come, he knows. He'd lost her in the shuffle, but she'll seek him out, he knows she will. And for now . . .
For now, he sits heavily on his bed, head bowed and breath shaking, his fingers wrapped so tightly around the neck of a new bottle that his knuckles have gone white.
For now, he sits heavily on his bed, head bowed and breath shaking, his fingers wrapped so tightly around the neck of a new bottle that his knuckles have gone white.
[It takes a decent amount of time before she comes calling, actually—though it's just because she scours the rest of the ship top to bottom before thinking to go knock on his door. He's usually just around somewhere, lurking, vaguely keeping an eye on things as the rest write him off as a drunk. Will that change? It's too early to say, but she has a feeling their collective days of flying under the radar are over.
Anyway, she makes her way to his room once she's sure he's nowhere else, and then gives the door a kick.]
Let me in.
Anyway, she makes her way to his room once she's sure he's nowhere else, and then gives the door a kick.]
Let me in.
[There's a long pause, and then some grumbling, but sooner or later the door opens. He leans heavily against the frame, staring down at her. He's drunk, naturally, but there's something extra heavy in his gaze as his eyes linger at her hair, down the curve of her cheek.]
Take the bed.
[He waves a hand towards it as he moves aside.]
Oughta sleep in here tonight. Might not be such a good idea for the recently suspected to be right where they always are.
Take the bed.
[He waves a hand towards it as he moves aside.]
Oughta sleep in here tonight. Might not be such a good idea for the recently suspected to be right where they always are.
[...Hm. She studies him for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what sort of state he's in. That trial was a lot for both of them.]
No one voted for me. It was plenty clear Monika was full of shit.
[But she heads to sit on the edge of the bed anyway.]
I'll stay here if you want me to, but I'm not kicking you out of bed.
No one voted for me. It was plenty clear Monika was full of shit.
[But she heads to sit on the edge of the bed anyway.]
I'll stay here if you want me to, but I'm not kicking you out of bed.
I'm not lying.
[Technically. She kicks at the carpet.]
It was close, but it wasn't that close. Thanks for that, by the way.
[She knows full well it could be her stuck in denim hell right now if it weren't for him. He caught onto Monika's shit too early to say one way or the other, but that's not to say there wasn't a real possibility of Monika's story catching on.]
But if you insist on an admission: No, I wasn't a fan of how things transpired today. I'm shaken, but I'll shake it off.
[Technically. She kicks at the carpet.]
It was close, but it wasn't that close. Thanks for that, by the way.
[She knows full well it could be her stuck in denim hell right now if it weren't for him. He caught onto Monika's shit too early to say one way or the other, but that's not to say there wasn't a real possibility of Monika's story catching on.]
But if you insist on an admission: No, I wasn't a fan of how things transpired today. I'm shaken, but I'll shake it off.
[She glances up at him, biting her lip and wondering what his angle is. Or, well, she can guess, but some part of her still wasn't expecting it.]
I mean, yeah, but... At a distance, I guess.
[There's a pause as she sorts out her words.]
It didn't feel real.
[Her life has never really been in danger before. It's a hard thing to wrap your head around.]
I mean, yeah, but... At a distance, I guess.
[There's a pause as she sorts out her words.]
It didn't feel real.
[Her life has never really been in danger before. It's a hard thing to wrap your head around.]
Yeah. I remember that.
[It had lasted right up until the Cornucopia. That woke him up real fast; there's nothing like seeing a twelve-year old clutching his intestines in a desperate attempt to keep them inside to punch you in the fucking face.]
It better feel real soon. Like it or not, people are gonna remember you more now. You can use that, but it also puts a target on your back.
[It had lasted right up until the Cornucopia. That woke him up real fast; there's nothing like seeing a twelve-year old clutching his intestines in a desperate attempt to keep them inside to punch you in the fucking face.]
It better feel real soon. Like it or not, people are gonna remember you more now. You can use that, but it also puts a target on your back.
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[She grimaces. She doesn't want it to feel real, even if he's got a point.]
Same could be said for you, detective. We'll both need to be careful going forward.
[She would argue that he's in more trouble than her, but bringing that up would just start a debate and she's not in the mood. So, fine, they're roughly evenly in trouble.]
How well did you know Monika?
Same could be said for you, detective. We'll both need to be careful going forward.
[She would argue that he's in more trouble than her, but bringing that up would just start a debate and she's not in the mood. So, fine, they're roughly evenly in trouble.]
How well did you know Monika?
[Katy shrugs.]
I'd never spoken to her before today.
[...]
But you knew she was full of shit, right?
[She might be well and truly off the hook now, but there was a span of a couple hours there where folks were willing to entertain Monika's bullshit.]
I'd never spoken to her before today.
[...]
But you knew she was full of shit, right?
[She might be well and truly off the hook now, but there was a span of a couple hours there where folks were willing to entertain Monika's bullshit.]
[She exhales. Okay, good, he trusts her. She's not sure why he wouldn't, but still, it's a good thing to have reassurance on.]
That... green-haired guy, I think it was. He was talking about feeling compulsions earlier this week and saying how it had to do with the demon possession. If this is going to happen every week, we should keep an eye on the others. It could help us figure it out sooner.
[And maybe prevent anyone from dying, but then there's the issue of curfew... One thing at a time.]
That... green-haired guy, I think it was. He was talking about feeling compulsions earlier this week and saying how it had to do with the demon possession. If this is going to happen every week, we should keep an eye on the others. It could help us figure it out sooner.
[And maybe prevent anyone from dying, but then there's the issue of curfew... One thing at a time.]
So we're on board with this possession thing now, are we?
[Good. That saves a step.]
Don't worry, I've got my vetting process down pat. I'll be careful out there.
[Not that she's got a queue or anything; she's only slept with Haymitch and Nathan, who she's pretty sure is exempt from this whole thing, and if she's limited to those two for the rest of their time here? There are worse things.]
[Good. That saves a step.]
Don't worry, I've got my vetting process down pat. I'll be careful out there.
[Not that she's got a queue or anything; she's only slept with Haymitch and Nathan, who she's pretty sure is exempt from this whole thing, and if she's limited to those two for the rest of their time here? There are worse things.]
[She's quiet as she watches him resettle on the floor, and she's thankful that he's so... Human. Normal, all things considered. They're not from the same world by a long shot, but it feels like they are sometimes, in moments like this.
At the question, her eyes flick to his forearm automatically before, oops, he probably saw that. She was trying not to make it a big thing, and maybe this isn't even the line of thought he was aiming for, but, well. Clearly he wouldn't open up this door if it wasn't an invitation.]
Given that you're offering? Sure. What happened with the kids?
At the question, her eyes flick to his forearm automatically before, oops, he probably saw that. She was trying not to make it a big thing, and maybe this isn't even the line of thought he was aiming for, but, well. Clearly he wouldn't open up this door if it wasn't an invitation.]
Given that you're offering? Sure. What happened with the kids?
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