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Park watched the two go with a faint smile on his face, deciding if this 'Josey' character was even half as intimidating as their head of security made him sound...well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to stick around and scrub a few dishes. It was some time yet before he was to meet with Pauline, and the quiet familiarity of soap and bubbles was somehow more soothing than anything else he might have hoped for in the moment.
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Deli couldn't remember having seen Pauline during the briefing, but that was hardly unusual. The young demolitionist was forever getting little details like that, and she was notoriously hopeless putting names to faces in the first place -- hence her penchant for nicknames, as with Curmy and Blue.
She had not, however, named Reece anything, and while she was more or less oblivious to Pauline's labored breathing, she hadn't missed the bit about being hired. Deli tilted her head to one side rather like an inquisitive bird, rolling an orange gummy bear around on her tongue as she tried to figure out why the simple line sat so strangely with her. Not bad, of course. Deli didn't dislike many people at all (she had been downright rude with Dr. Park, and she only "nothing'd" him), and certainly not anyone who was so willing to eat more than her fair share of the yellow gummy bears.
But it was strange. And she couldn't, for the life of her, place just why.
"He hired you?" Deli asked outright after a moment, her expression somewhere between awe and disbelief. "Wow, Reece must like you. Or you're real good at your job," she added with a grin, suddenly more curious than suspicious. "Hey, if you work with the training programs, maybe you can -- oh. Hi."
Deli dropped the sentence as abruptly as a child might drop an old toy for a new one when the newcomer walked up. She'd never been very shy, so she spared him only half a glance before getting back to the matter at hand -- her new friend, and her new friend's talents -- and then did a double take as her brain registered everything else about this stranger.
This absurdly, magazine-center-fold-of-the-year handsome stranger.
"...oh," said Deli again, and went abruptly, uncharacteristically pink. "Guay..."
She only barely registered that the newcomer was speaking to Pauline, or at all, and it was as if from a great distance she heard him ask after Pauline. Curiosity piqued in the back of her mind again, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the desire to keep staring at the new kid.
And to speak. She knew how to do that. Didn't she? Yes. Sort of.
"Do..." she stammered, then swallowed and tried again. "Do...you...bears?"
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Deli couldn't remember having seen Pauline during the briefing, but that was hardly unusual. The young demolitionist was forever getting little details like that, and she was notoriously hopeless putting names to faces in the first place -- hence her penchant for nicknames, as with Curmy and Blue.
She had not, however, named Reece anything, and while she was more or less oblivious to Pauline's labored breathing, she hadn't missed the bit about being hired. Deli tilted her head to one side rather like an inquisitive bird, rolling an orange gummy bear around on her tongue as she tried to figure out why the simple line sat so strangely with her. Not bad, of course. Deli didn't dislike many people at all (she had been downright rude with Dr. Park, and she only "nothing'd" him), and certainly not anyone who was so willing to eat more than her fair share of the yellow gummy bears.
But it was strange. And she couldn't, for the life of her, place just why.
"He hired you?" Deli asked outright after a moment, her expression somewhere between awe and disbelief. "Wow, Reece must like you. Or you're real good at your job," she added with a grin, suddenly more curious than suspicious. "Hey, if you work with the training programs, maybe you can -- oh. Hi."
Deli dropped the sentence as abruptly as a child might drop an old toy for a new one when the newcomer walked up. She'd never been very shy, so she spared him only half a glance before getting back to the matter at hand -- her new friend, and her new friend's talents -- and then did a double take as her brain registered everything else about this stranger.
This absurdly, magazine-center-fold-of-the-year handsome stranger.
"...oh," said Deli again, and went abruptly, uncharacteristically pink. "Guay..."
She only barely registered that the newcomer was speaking to Pauline, or at all, and it was as if from a great distance she heard him ask after Pauline. Curiosity piqued in the back of her mind again, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the desire to keep staring at the new kid.
And to speak. She knew how to do that. Didn't she? Yes. Sort of.
"Do..." she stammered, then swallowed and tried again. "Do...you...bears?"
Happy holidays and bye, Idle =( and also I should have a post up by tomorrow evening...I'm stuck between airports and airplanes all day, and my wifi is iffy, but I can work on a post in the meantime.
Ivy didn't say a word as she led their small party down the hall and to their quarters. She hadn't really heard what Ludd had said (or what Jötz was saying now), but she managed to find the somewhat antiquated room anyway, as if her feet had already known the way. And the truly upsetting part, of course, was that they might have.
Still quietly oblivious, Ivy walked into her room, straight to the desk, pulled out the chair and sat, only to hop back up a second later, her arms (or what remained of them) wrapped around her middle, her fingers chafing at the gooseflesh there. She clenched her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering, but she couldn't make herself stoping shivering, and the whole time, Ludd's last words kept playing in her mind: I swear it on the name of Agnes St. Mayhew.
Muttering, Ivy began to pace even as Jötz sat to reload his weapon. It wasn't until he said "gut likeness" that she remembered him, looking over sharply her expression that of a sleepwalker who'd just been rudely woken.
"We're not killing him," she snapped distractedly. She stopped pacing to face him, though she was still rubbing her arms and hadn't actually looked at him yet. "He...he has stuff we need. Books and...and stuff." Answers, she thought, but she didn't say it.
It was then she caught sight of the portrait Jötz mentioned and, frowning, moved toward it until she was standing just before the desk again. She took a breath and made herself stop shaking for just long enough to take the picture frame up without sending it crashing to the floor. Immediately, she could see what the Jaeger meant. The picture was not of her, she knew that. It was far too old, the landscape in the background -- a field of stars behind a moon that seemed too close; billowing sails to either side -- was nothing she'd ever seen before. But she could see the likeness, too. Unruly midnight curls, wide-set green eyes. Freckles on high cheeks bones, and an expression that said "I'm only still here because I love you and I'm daydreaming anyway".
It was at once haunting and wonderful.
"We're not killing him," Ivy said again, calmer now as she set down the picture and turned back to Jötz, her eyes alight with the beginning of a manic grin. "We need him. I need him." She paused, considered, then shrugged. "That picture isn't me. I think it's...my grandmother. My great-great-great-great grandmother. Give or take a couple greats."
Still quietly oblivious, Ivy walked into her room, straight to the desk, pulled out the chair and sat, only to hop back up a second later, her arms (or what remained of them) wrapped around her middle, her fingers chafing at the gooseflesh there. She clenched her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering, but she couldn't make herself stoping shivering, and the whole time, Ludd's last words kept playing in her mind: I swear it on the name of Agnes St. Mayhew.
Muttering, Ivy began to pace even as Jötz sat to reload his weapon. It wasn't until he said "gut likeness" that she remembered him, looking over sharply her expression that of a sleepwalker who'd just been rudely woken.
"We're not killing him," she snapped distractedly. She stopped pacing to face him, though she was still rubbing her arms and hadn't actually looked at him yet. "He...he has stuff we need. Books and...and stuff." Answers, she thought, but she didn't say it.
It was then she caught sight of the portrait Jötz mentioned and, frowning, moved toward it until she was standing just before the desk again. She took a breath and made herself stop shaking for just long enough to take the picture frame up without sending it crashing to the floor. Immediately, she could see what the Jaeger meant. The picture was not of her, she knew that. It was far too old, the landscape in the background -- a field of stars behind a moon that seemed too close; billowing sails to either side -- was nothing she'd ever seen before. But she could see the likeness, too. Unruly midnight curls, wide-set green eyes. Freckles on high cheeks bones, and an expression that said "I'm only still here because I love you and I'm daydreaming anyway".
It was at once haunting and wonderful.
"We're not killing him," Ivy said again, calmer now as she set down the picture and turned back to Jötz, her eyes alight with the beginning of a manic grin. "We need him. I need him." She paused, considered, then shrugged. "That picture isn't me. I think it's...my grandmother. My great-great-great-great grandmother. Give or take a couple greats."
And somehow I've fallen two weeks behind AGAIN. >< I really do apologize for my absentmindedness lately. Please don't take it personally -- you know (or you should!) I adore you AND your writing, brilliant twists and all. Still adjusting to new hours and planning to get on track, however paradoxically, over the holidays! That said, I've been banned from the remainder of tomorrow's kitchen prep, so I should
Have plenty of time to get a post in tomorrow. Thanks again for being so patient, and happy Thanksgiving!
Have plenty of time to get a post in tomorrow. Thanks again for being so patient, and happy Thanksgiving!
Igraine said
It's all right Dot, not a problem hon and I'll try to have something up later today. And so by your "new schedule," should I assume you won't be able to post again until next Friday or so?
Uh...maybe. This week is different since I'm off Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, but there's also a new baby in the family I probably won't get to see again for some time, so...
Have I mentioned my love of babies to you all? It's embarrassing and also somehow shameless.
I'm just going to start mentally adding twelve hours to the times I tell you I'm going to post, guys. >___> I am the worst at punctuality.
Park chewed his belated lunch slowly, somewhere between deep concentration, mild mourning, and planning the rest of the afternoon's would-be adventures. Certainly nothing could be so enlightening as another run-in with Mr. Bach -- or Hob, as it were -- though visiting that one brave cryo-tech could well prove to have its advantages, if for nothing other than sating his (albeit, morbid) curiosity.
And yet.
The fleeting glances, wordless smiles, quiet nods, and even strange, if charming, pickle exchanges had not gone unnoticed by the pastor-turned-preacher. He had long since suspected himself of having walked in on far more than an informative lunch, and despite all the care bath Gavin and Abby had taken to keep from making him a third wheel, it was quite clear he was fated to be one, nonetheless. He could not have been less involved on the higher levels of communication happening here if he'd been on a different human Ark entirely. And while burgeoning flirtation was yet a refreshing thing to see...well, even a pastor could only stomach so much subdued affection.
He smiled and finished off the remainder of his sandwich, standing to collect his plate and any other dirty dishes left unclaimed.
"Actually, you two, I think this is where our paths part. I've an appointment coming up soon I don't want to be late for, and there are a few things I want to grab from my office first. But if you'd like to go track down your cryo-tech without me, I'd be happy to give whatever an old man's opinion is worth later this evening."
Though somehow, he did not think the two would need him at all. But he did not add that part.
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Deli watched Blue (Blue? No, his name had definitely been a name, not a color...right? Yeah, she was positive. Mostly positive) disappear into Reece's ship again, a technicolor bag of gummy sugar dangly from one outstretched fist.
"...'kay, bye..." she half sang after him, rocking forward onto her toes as she shoveled another handful of bears into her mouth. "Ah be 'ere'f you change'r min."
Then she turned her gaze to the pretty girl who had maybe just showed up out of nowhere. She thought maybe she'd seen her down in the hangers with Reece and Curmy before, but that might have also been a lie. Deli studied the newcomer for just as long as it took the other girl to assert herself, then beamed.
"You like gummy bears, too?" she said, thrusting the bag at the yet-unnamed girl, who looked to be even closer to her own age than Blue (Connor! That was his name! But Blue fit better) was, which was great, because she'd never really had a friend her age before, aside from her brothers, but they weren't here right now.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't, my mom hated them, she said they tasted like rubber, but I told her that was only those weird yellow ones -- do you like the yellow ones? Becuase if you do, you can have them all, but if you don't we'll just throw them away or -- " Deli quickly stopped herself saying what she'd been about to say, abruptly remembering Blue's 'burning hair' comment (she quickly shook her curls out her her eyes with a toss of her head; seconds later, they were obscuring her vision again), and instead offered her other hand, blistered and smudged with grease, but earnest nonetheless.
"Oh. Wait. Hi. I'm Deli. Do you work down here, too?"
And yet.
The fleeting glances, wordless smiles, quiet nods, and even strange, if charming, pickle exchanges had not gone unnoticed by the pastor-turned-preacher. He had long since suspected himself of having walked in on far more than an informative lunch, and despite all the care bath Gavin and Abby had taken to keep from making him a third wheel, it was quite clear he was fated to be one, nonetheless. He could not have been less involved on the higher levels of communication happening here if he'd been on a different human Ark entirely. And while burgeoning flirtation was yet a refreshing thing to see...well, even a pastor could only stomach so much subdued affection.
He smiled and finished off the remainder of his sandwich, standing to collect his plate and any other dirty dishes left unclaimed.
"Actually, you two, I think this is where our paths part. I've an appointment coming up soon I don't want to be late for, and there are a few things I want to grab from my office first. But if you'd like to go track down your cryo-tech without me, I'd be happy to give whatever an old man's opinion is worth later this evening."
Though somehow, he did not think the two would need him at all. But he did not add that part.
--
Deli watched Blue (Blue? No, his name had definitely been a name, not a color...right? Yeah, she was positive. Mostly positive) disappear into Reece's ship again, a technicolor bag of gummy sugar dangly from one outstretched fist.
"...'kay, bye..." she half sang after him, rocking forward onto her toes as she shoveled another handful of bears into her mouth. "Ah be 'ere'f you change'r min."
Then she turned her gaze to the pretty girl who had maybe just showed up out of nowhere. She thought maybe she'd seen her down in the hangers with Reece and Curmy before, but that might have also been a lie. Deli studied the newcomer for just as long as it took the other girl to assert herself, then beamed.
"You like gummy bears, too?" she said, thrusting the bag at the yet-unnamed girl, who looked to be even closer to her own age than Blue (Connor! That was his name! But Blue fit better) was, which was great, because she'd never really had a friend her age before, aside from her brothers, but they weren't here right now.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't, my mom hated them, she said they tasted like rubber, but I told her that was only those weird yellow ones -- do you like the yellow ones? Becuase if you do, you can have them all, but if you don't we'll just throw them away or -- " Deli quickly stopped herself saying what she'd been about to say, abruptly remembering Blue's 'burning hair' comment (she quickly shook her curls out her her eyes with a toss of her head; seconds later, they were obscuring her vision again), and instead offered her other hand, blistered and smudged with grease, but earnest nonetheless.
"Oh. Wait. Hi. I'm Deli. Do you work down here, too?"
Sorry, Grainy! I guess I should go 'head and make the obvious pattern official...it's been easiest as of late to post on weekends. New work schedule/new(ish) city and such. That said, I'll plan for a post tomorrow afternoon to be safe, and if you and Heroes need to move forward, go right ahead. Apologies for the late reply!
Okay, real quick, and then off to bed! ...or at least, right after I edit my last post...
Deli
Status: Mostly establishing character and and history, both internally and otherwise. I would also like to show that she's not just an over-sugared spazz, so that will be coming to light in the next few posts here.
Future: I don't have any major plans for Deli aside from sort of getting her past this guilt thing, perhaps via a slightly manic hero complex, because I think it'd be fun. I also think interactions with idle's characters, both Reece and Henry, would be utterly brilliant, but I'm patient. =)
Park
Status: Meet ups, mostly. I have a few plans for Henry, Pauline, and Deli, and can collaborate with anyone else (Justric?) who might be interested.
Future: I'd like to clarify his past a bit. And, naive as it sounds, I really think Park's primary goal is to see everyone at peace.
Maya
Status: Lurking.
Future: Maya is a detailed-ish NPC that I came up with many to fulfill my vague pilot-y desire. At some point, someone's going to need a pilot, and (should Reece be occupied or absent) Maya will be ready!
Deli
Status: Mostly establishing character and and history, both internally and otherwise. I would also like to show that she's not just an over-sugared spazz, so that will be coming to light in the next few posts here.
Future: I don't have any major plans for Deli aside from sort of getting her past this guilt thing, perhaps via a slightly manic hero complex, because I think it'd be fun. I also think interactions with idle's characters, both Reece and Henry, would be utterly brilliant, but I'm patient. =)
Park
Status: Meet ups, mostly. I have a few plans for Henry, Pauline, and Deli, and can collaborate with anyone else (Justric?) who might be interested.
Future: I'd like to clarify his past a bit. And, naive as it sounds, I really think Park's primary goal is to see everyone at peace.
Maya
Status: Lurking.
Future: Maya is a detailed-ish NPC that I came up with many to fulfill my vague pilot-y desire. At some point, someone's going to need a pilot, and (should Reece be occupied or absent) Maya will be ready!
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