Agent Carolina | McAlister (
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But I still wake up, I still see your ghost;
Characters: Carolina and York
Date: Backdated to Tues or Weds
Location: York's suite, metal sector
Situation: Potentially awkward dinner with York and Carolina. Probably some small talk and serious discussions of Bad Things.
Warnings/Rating: Freelancer Things, awkward, etc. Maybe language.
[Things like having dinner shouldn't cause Carolina's stomach to twist and turn uncomfortably in her gut, but if they're short talk after her arrival had told her anything, it was that things were unbearably different between them. Conversation wasn't easy, wasn't natural, wasn't anything like it used to be. Even under the intense pressure of the Project, they'd still managed to talk as people when the job was done.
As she approaches his door, she reminds herself that it can happen again. They can re-build; they have to be able to re-build and she refuses to believe otherwise. So, she's out of her armor, her braided back and dressed in something she'd found here on the turtle, an open-collared cross garment with plain trousers and boots. Not her usual style, but she hoped it'd give the aire of her being at least mildly comfortable instead of her armor.
After a moment of hesitation, she raps as gently as she can against the door before stepping back and reminding herself to breathe.]
Date: Backdated to Tues or Weds
Location: York's suite, metal sector
Situation: Potentially awkward dinner with York and Carolina. Probably some small talk and serious discussions of Bad Things.
Warnings/Rating: Freelancer Things, awkward, etc. Maybe language.
[Things like having dinner shouldn't cause Carolina's stomach to twist and turn uncomfortably in her gut, but if they're short talk after her arrival had told her anything, it was that things were unbearably different between them. Conversation wasn't easy, wasn't natural, wasn't anything like it used to be. Even under the intense pressure of the Project, they'd still managed to talk as people when the job was done.
As she approaches his door, she reminds herself that it can happen again. They can re-build; they have to be able to re-build and she refuses to believe otherwise. So, she's out of her armor, her braided back and dressed in something she'd found here on the turtle, an open-collared cross garment with plain trousers and boots. Not her usual style, but she hoped it'd give the aire of her being at least mildly comfortable instead of her armor.
After a moment of hesitation, she raps as gently as she can against the door before stepping back and reminding herself to breathe.]
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That sounds awesome.
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hope this is cool with you!
Still, she glances out at the ocean with a soft smile.] Beautiful, isn't it.
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Yeah. Yeah, god, it's really nice up here.
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Think I'll come here more often.
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York flops himself back with a grin and a hum and stretches out, yawning. ]
I wouldn't blame you, seriously.
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Here, look. [She holds up her hand to try and trace a pattern in a grouping of stars with her finger. None of the constellations are in any way familiar, but that's not going to stop her from making up new ones.]
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The sky isn't much like how I remember.
[ He reaches a hand up and traces one over their heads. ]
Looks kinda like a horse.
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[She puts her hand just above his to trace what could be a rider on the horse's back, the palm of her hand brushing against his knuckles.]
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Yeah. Wonder if they have any kinda constellation maps around here.
[ He eyes the rider a moment, and then his hand stops, freezing when she touches his.
You could have had this.
The thought sticks, reminds him he could have done better, could have helped her, could have saved her from the mess they both got into, but he didn't. ]
I-- yeah. Yeah, there's a rider.
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Think we should name him? [She tries to keep the conversation casual.] Until we find a map.
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[ He rolls over onto his side and leans over her, grinning like a lunatic, determined to get her back to smiling and back to normal after that hiccup. ]
Or....I dunno, Stuart.
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Stuart. [She raises her eyebrows up at him, barely resisting leaning up to close the space between them.]
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[ He grins wider, glancing up and squinting with his good eye. ]
His faithful steed can be like-- shit, I don't know, Tulip.
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[As she finishes speaking, her grin just widens. It's nice to get to do this with not just anyone, but him. Honestly, she never thought she'd get the chance to talk to him again, much less just lay here and make up names for constellations. It's surprisingly nice to not be doing anything mission-related.]
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How're you settlin' in?
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Better. Getting to know people here. [Branching out, building a support network, helping herself let go of things bit by bit.]
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[ ... Kara, for one, but he'll wait on that for now. ]
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Yeah, I've seen that.
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[Although, it might just hint at what her life's been the past ten years or so.]
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I got your back, boss.
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Yeah.
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