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ooc: log of Fujiko/Havoc talking things out
Who: Closed to Fujiko & Havoc (Nick Parker)
What: Talking out reality vs. dreams
Why: Needed to be don.
When: Sometime after his post
Where: His room on the Lady Justice (she snuck through a window)
Rating: Talking? PG-13 for now. I'll fix as necessary so don't track if you're squeamish, I don't pretend to know how she'll always take things until it happens. RP baby.
Fujiko doublechecked her stolen blueprints and the notes she'd made of the Lady Justice. She probably should have asked Havoc where his room was, but she was pretty sure she could find it even without that. And it was a test. She remembered where it was, unless that was a lie. It was a lie. A strange false memory, but maybe there was some truth to it. The best lies always had some truth to them, that's what made them so difficult to discern. She threw up a grappling rope and climbed up the ship, carefully making sure not to get caught, grateful that the black catsuit blended in withthe night ocean's darkness. She took a chance and peeked in "his" window. Success!
The window was broken, something from Garp perhaps? Although it looked like something (a shoe possibly?) had been thrown through it. Fujiko carefully reached in and undid the lock, not like she didn't do this a hundred times a year back in her world, and hopped inside. "Hey there Parker," she nervously greeted with a soft smile. Part of her still leaned against the wall next to the window, ready to run away in a second if this all turned out to be some sort of elaborate trap. She didn't... completely trust him and yet here she was taking this kind of chance. There was something there, even if she couldn't define it yet.
What: Talking out reality vs. dreams
Why: Needed to be don.
When: Sometime after his post
Where: His room on the Lady Justice (she snuck through a window)
Rating: Talking? PG-13 for now. I'll fix as necessary so don't track if you're squeamish, I don't pretend to know how she'll always take things until it happens. RP baby.
Fujiko doublechecked her stolen blueprints and the notes she'd made of the Lady Justice. She probably should have asked Havoc where his room was, but she was pretty sure she could find it even without that. And it was a test. She remembered where it was, unless that was a lie. It was a lie. A strange false memory, but maybe there was some truth to it. The best lies always had some truth to them, that's what made them so difficult to discern. She threw up a grappling rope and climbed up the ship, carefully making sure not to get caught, grateful that the black catsuit blended in withthe night ocean's darkness. She took a chance and peeked in "his" window. Success!
The window was broken, something from Garp perhaps? Although it looked like something (a shoe possibly?) had been thrown through it. Fujiko carefully reached in and undid the lock, not like she didn't do this a hundred times a year back in her world, and hopped inside. "Hey there Parker," she nervously greeted with a soft smile. Part of her still leaned against the wall next to the window, ready to run away in a second if this all turned out to be some sort of elaborate trap. She didn't... completely trust him and yet here she was taking this kind of chance. There was something there, even if she couldn't define it yet.
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He rolled over and looked at her. "Either we can do it my way, and start shooting stuff or we can do it your way." He rolled back over onto his back.
"And start getting naked." He sniggered.
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"No." He leant in and kissed her. It didn't really matter if it had ever happened or not.
He loved her.
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