home sweet home? (closed)

[bloodbathing]

Who: Leonard Church and Agents Washington, Texas, and Maine
What: Meetings, reunions, and definitely no awkwardness.
When: shortly after the April intro log
Where: Islet #4, Cottage #3
Warnings: canon typical language


[ What's better than a group of space marines with lots of interpersonal baggage? Plucking them all from different points in time, then shoving them in the same house and seeing what happens.

MINGLE POST. Make your own top-levels, tag around, go nuts. ]

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[motherfucking_ghost]

Kinda how we get into arguments and shit in the first place.

[a_shadow]

Heh. Yeah.

[ She glances over at him. ]

Does stuff that happened to me on the ship count? The one I was on between worlds?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Count--for what? For telling me stuff that needs sorted out? Yeah, of course, whatever you think needs said.

[a_shadow]

It's more that I want you to understand what happened to me. Why I'm so out of sorts here. So weak.

[ She pauses, deciding right then to leave out any details that refer to her boyfriend. If she gets back to him, then none of this will matter. And if she remains here, it's not like she can get back to him. And if he arrives here?

Well, that she will deal with as it comes. ]

The Moira was in distress over a new planet, and we had to evacuate. I wanted to save both of my bodies, so I jumped into the robot and put this one— [ she looks down at her slender arms ] —in an escape pod. Something went wrong with the launching mechanism and I had to crawl up the tube to launch the pod by shoving it out myself. But as soon as the pod fell out, I fell out. Both the pod and my body—the robot—slammed into the ground. The doctor put this body into a medically-induced coma and this engineer started working on repairing the robot. The aliens on the planet had a temporary body for my use. So I was in it for about a year.

The aliens there were mind-controlling us and making us lose time. So we didn't know it was a year. Eventually we broke free of that and got back our ship. Then I had to wake this body up and start working on healing it. I couldn't leave it in a coma every day like I used to do in order to patrol, because it was too weak. So I've been in it nonstop for the last two months. But that's why I was so tired yesterday. Because this body was literally in a year-long coma until a couple months ago.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Wow.

[If he could gape and blink at her over that story, he would.]

That's...really fucked up.

[a_shadow]

[ She snorts. ]

You're telling me.

[motherfucking_ghost]

But you're like okay otherwise, right? Physically?

[a_shadow]

Otherwise? I mean, sure?

Kind of wish I hadn't bothered now though, honestly.

[motherfucking_ghost]

And let a perfectly good body go to waste? Pff, c'mon. Then you wouldn't get to eat or drink or fuck or anything like that!

[a_shadow]

[ He'd gotten to the heart of the matter with that. Still: ]

I like fighting best.

[ A pause. ]

Though fucking is a close second.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeaaaaah. [He's not about to turn into Tucker, but you can imagine the look on his face if he had one.] Listen, I can't super help with fighting, but Wash seems pretty adamant on getting me a sword, so...there's that? But the fucking, I'm sure we can figure out something...

[a_shadow]

[ She turns and gives him a long look. It's the first she's looked at him in a little while as they've been sitting here. It's kind of pitiful to her how much she wants him, which is weird because it's not like he has the hormones or the body parts to be able to reciprocate. And also because she thought she'd moved on, emotionally, at least in a measure. Daniel had helped with that.

But not by enough, it would seem.

She responds in a low tone. ]

Well, I mean. You have hands.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Damn right I do. [He wiggles his fingers at her, and if she imagines waggling eyebrows, she would not be incorrect.] I could put 'em to good use whenever you want~

[a_shadow]

[ She snickers at his sing-song tone. ]

Maybe there's some way to interface, too. Like we did when—

[ He doesn't remember that, she realizes in the middle of the sentence. Besides, there had been a powerful computer on the Invention that had been hosting the session. She ends up finishing lamely: ]

Well...we did once. I think we might need a, uh, a computer for that, though.

[ She is frowning now. But she's also noticing a creeping flush climbing up her neck and cheeks. She hates that; this body is so prone to expressing her emotions without her meaning for it to. She's not embarrassed, though she knows it's possible for Church to take it as embarrassment. It's really just that he's making her horny by talking about that. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Hhhhuh. Well, I don't think the magical rabbit can conjure up a whole-ass computer, but, I'll keep my ears open.

[He definitely notices. Hard not to notice every little thing about her. He pats his thigh.] C'mere. If you're real good, maybe I'll let you flip my dongle.

[a_shadow]

God, Church. This is ridiculous.

[ She stands and moves to his lap, though. Sits sideways, draping an arm around his neck, as well as she can with all the bits that stick up off the backplate of the robot's armor. ]

You can feel this, right? Me touching you?

[ That's the way she remembers those armored robots, anyway. Punches and hits are felt pretty keenly, so a lighter touch should be felt as well. Just maybe not in the way someone would feel it on their skin in a human body. If nothing else, he should feel her weight on his lap. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah. [There's a weight to his voice, a low huskiness as he settles an arm around her waist. He puts effort into being gentle. The armor plating can't be comfortable with the hardness (heh), the edges, the cool temperature to it.] I can feel it.