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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[themostfun]

A private party, for you and me.

[ She accentuates 'party' by pressing her nails a little into Shaw's skin. ]

Beyond that, no. I know I'm going right back into the fray, so I'd like a little relaxation time before that.

[cactusy]

I want to take you on vacation.

[She moves into another kiss, a quick one this time.]

A week in a house in the middle of nowhere.

[themostfun]

I'd love that.

[ Honestly, she'll any time they can have together before going back to finish their war back home-- especially if they get to be alone together. They've spent too much time apart. ]

And woe unto anyone who tries to ruin it for us.

[cactusy]

"In the middle of nowhere" means no one to try to ruin it for us.

[In theory, anyway.]

I'm thinking deserted island, lonely mountaintop, desolate desert; that kinda thing.

[cactusy]

[Like murder. Like Will.]

If you say so-- I'm no therapist. Luckily for all of us, right?

[abrightboy]

Your lack of kneejerk emotions wouldn't be a disservice in that field, to be honest.

[cactusy]

Therapists are supposed to be way more patient and understanding than me. Faking my way through the mental health courses in pre-med and med school was hard enough, and I didn't even have psych patient contact.

[abrightboy]

But you've spent enough time with me here to say you have now! [He can make the jokes!]

[themostfun]

[ Root loves the sound of that. ]

Surprise me.

In the meantime, I'm going to make stew.

[chaos_drifter]

“It might be different if I come to care about someone in my world, and it might have been different if we had been able to contact the Admiral.” Though the first person from their world that comes to mind would be difficult to kill.

“What does your orb say about it?”

[cactusy]

[And she lets out a soft snort of amusement. Success!]

Maybe they'll give me an honorary degree, huh?

[cactusy]

[Shaw gives her shoulder a brief squeeze, then pulls back so she can do just that.]

You gonna live in here for the week, or are you going to ask for a fancy new warden cabin?

[abrightboy]

Next time we see Neal, he can make you one. Authentic enough to work as a therapist in any state.

[cactusy]

"What, you mean right now?" She closes her fingers around it, pulling it out - it's the same swirly, cloudy gray that it so often is. "Or when people have died?"

[cactusy]

[He just gets an audible gagging sound at that.]

[abrightboy]

Or you could stick to shooting people for the government but hang it in your office to confuse people.

[chaos_drifter]

“When people have died.” They watch the gray swirls, sipping their whiskey again. After a moment, they add, “Do you ever get different colors mixed with the gray?” Would it do that if they held it?

[themostfun]

Oh, there's no reason to make the Admiral waste time and strength on a fancy cabin for someone who's leaving in a week.

[ Back to the kitchen it is! ]

Besides, I want to be here with you. I know what I'm going back to. I want this time here to be safe before heading right back to war.

[cactusy]

You think I have an office?

[This is apparently more important than "You think I still work for the government?"]

[abrightboy]

Where else would you keep your collection of really big guns?

audio, after Root leaves

[empathicfault]

Hey, Shaw. I've got a question for you.

audio

[cactusy]

Okay, shoot.

audio

[empathicfault]

Would you be my Best Woman for my wedding? We've finally picked a date.

audio

[cactusy]

-- Really? Okay. I mean, yeah, of course. You know I'm going to be bad at traditional best woman duties, though, right?

[abrightboy]

On the back of the clearly hand-drawn card, he has printed the date (Dec 28) and time, as well as the location - the Enclosure.