IC contact for lastvoyages

[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[cactusy]

[Her expression doesn't change, but she does pause: trying to decide whether she'd prefer her own space, or a neutral space. Eventually, though, she says--]

Sure.

[-- and the view onscreen tilts and spins dizzily as she sits up and pushes to her feet, then shuts the video feed down entirely. On audio, she continues:]

Level 5, right? What number?

[chaos_drifter]

[Before she answers, they have a moment to realize that they should also have offered a neutral space.]

I live in 5-17. [As she gets up, they switch to audio as well.] The common room could also work, but it offers less privacy.

[cactusy]

Your cabin's good. You know Strange tried to grab my ball off me once?

[chaos_drifter]

[They know he was the one who has caused the magical darkness, but:] I never really talked to him. Was he surprised?

[cactusy]

[Shaw snorts quietly, clomping down the stairs as she talks.]

Interested. Curious. Which is fine, I guess, but it was a cool magical-looking thing, so he thought he was entitled to it.

[chaos_drifter]

Interested, curious, and not … quiet, I assume. [Quiet was the description Adam had used for Rawne’s emotions, and Avalon has decided that they like it. By now, it feels more accurate than empty.]

[cactusy]

Entitlement usually isn't, in any sense. He managed to get his fingers on it once and it lit up like a Christmas tree.

[A few seconds after that message arrives, there's a knock on their door.]

-> Action

[chaos_drifter]

They get up to open the door, leaving their communicator on their desk. Aside from the fact that they now have a full bathroom, their cabin has not changed since they arrived. It could belong in any mid-range hotel, and is the same size on the inside as it appears from the hallway.

“He seemed like the kind of person who would make the orbs do that,” Avalon says. “He had more energy than most of the people here.”

Action

[cactusy]

"Eiffel and Taylor did, too," she says - slouching in, looking around. The size is immediately noted, and also appreciated.

"I like this place. Pretty much everyone else has a cabin that's bigger on the inside."

[chaos_drifter]

Avalon shrugs. “I never changed it when I graduated. It feels like home to me.” They have an idea of why she might like the size of their cabin, but they decide not to ask.

“What did your orb do when Eiffel and Taylor touched it?” When Rawne had touched theirs, the colors had been brighter than they had ever had, but the biggest difference had been the absence of the black streaks that always curl through their orb.

audio

[abrightboy]

Thank you. I know you helped him a lot and he wouldn't have gotten here without you. I'm sincerely grateful for everything you've done for him.

Re: audio

[cactusy]

Seriously?

[Huh.]

Thanks. Wanna grab a celebratory drink?

[Pause.]

Doesn't have to be alcoholic.

[Well, not for Malcolm, anyway.]

Re: audio

[abrightboy]

[He wanted to say it because it’s true and because he’s not completely certain she’ll continue to engage him now that Will isn’t her responsibility anymore. The invitation is a pleasant surprise.]

Oh. Yes. Thank you. At the Lounge?

audio

[cactusy]

Sure, good a place as any. Now?

Re: audio

[abrightboy]

I'm free now. Yeah. See you there in five.

[He shows up with a thermos of a fragrant, floral herbal tea.]

Hi!

audio, first day of the You're Not Here event

[empathicfault]

[ He waits until he's back from the fog to send this one out. ]

So this flood's shaping up to be spicy, too. Thought I'd give you a heads up, if you haven't seen it yet.

Not-exactly-actionspam, last day of the Flood

[chaos_drifter]

[They know that she dislikes their telepathy, but pulling out their communicator would alert him. So, unless Shaw is in her cabin, what she gets is Avalon’s voice going directly into her mind.] ::I ran into Will. Either something is wrong with him, or a monster is wearing his face.:: [If the first attempt fails, they try a few more times within the span of a couple of minutes. If they get distracted by the monsters, they eventually transition from words to something more like a touch or a breath, enough for her to recognize it as them, and possibly enough for her to recognize that something is off.]

audio

[cactusy]

[And she has two empty champagne glasses, one of which she hands to Malcolm. To whoever's tending bar today, she asks:]

You got any bubbly back there?

[And while they're off getting her a bottle, she adds, to Malcolm:]

I got picked up these glasses at that space station, for the wedding. Good thing I kept 'em around.

Re: audio

[abrightboy]

[He smiles, setting the thermos on the bar to take the glass.]

Well, you knew he'd graduate. You always had faith in him. ...But... you invited me to the toast. [And he's clearly very pleased about it.]

[cactusy]

I knew he had the capability.

[She says, studying her empty glass.]

And you--

[She lightly kicks at the leg of his chair with her foot.]

-- always think I hate you.

[abrightboy]

I don't think you hate me. I'm just surprised to be the first person up here. [He raises his still empty glass towards her, then leans forward conspiratorially.] I did a whole surprise dinner for him last night and I cooked it myself and everything. ...Sort of. Well. The most I ever have.

[cactusy]

"Went nuts." She reaches into the pocket of her hoodie, fingers brushing against the cool, smooth orb tucked away in there. "Lotta color. Different things mixed together. And it was all really... bright. Vivid. Any color on mine is always underneath a gray cloud."

[cactusy]

[She pauses, briefly - not wanting to tell him that celebrating with champagne hadn't been something she'd thought of until he'd called, because she can't see how he'd take "This isn't a special thing that I planned out and then invited you to" as anything but an insult. Better to just hold her tongue.]

You like cooking?

[abrightboy]

Well. I liked it yesterday. I didn't like it last week. ...Those are really my only two times. Except for one time I tried to make scallops for a date at home, but I burned them and had to order them in anyway.

[chaos_drifter]

They close the door behind her. “‘Underneath a gray cloud’ is a good way of describing it.” On the surface, Shaw feels ‘quiet’ to them. They try not to probe deeper than that now that they know she dislikes it, but the idea of her emotions being covered in some way makes sense. “Not that I try to sense your emotions often,” they explain. “You would feel it if I did anything more than glance at the surface.”