#5urvive

[boatdriinks]

@5urvive | x

It'd been all over the news. From her disappearance to her body being found just yesterday, the whole situation hadn't been something anyone could really ignore. But while the police presence had died down, the media surrounding him was crowding him similarly to when Johnny had died.

And through it all, he'd been alone.

Sana was with her family, now probably arranging the funeral, while Zohrin was having to take care of Kelvy while grieving. He wasn't looking forward to facing either of them, not with the guilt and dread already weighing heavily on his chest.

When Rogue finally ended up calling, he didn't know what he'd been expecting. Whatever he had been, though, it hadn't been the pathetic display that he'd had to listen to. Part of him really had just wanted to hang up. Telling her to fuck off didn't even seem right. He just wanted nothing to do with her in that moment, and yet he sat there and listened with his head in his hand, phone out in front of him on speaker.

That snarky remark had come out without him even having to think about it, and then came the silence. A long silence that he was just about ready to hang up from when Rogue finally spoke up again. It was pathetic. That urge to end the call came around once again, but instead now she was met with the uncomfortable silence. What could he even fucking say to that?

"Where the fuck have you been? Why--" Yeah. Why? Just why? Kerry didn't understand it. "Derry was missing for a fucking week and you couldn't bring yourself to call me back until now?!"

[miidnighters-a]

@5urvive said ❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

"The planets haven't ever quite aligned right for it to happen."

She's out and about today - a rare departure form sitting in the store, or in the apartment. Jupiter's holed up in her memory chip and won't come out for hours, so Callisto figures she's got a little bit of time to do something that skews a little more normal.

Or what she thinks normal is supposed to be, given her lack of experience.

So here she sits, nursing a drink while this woman comments on her resting bitch face.

(Maybe leaving the store was a bad idea).

"Anything on the cards for me to smile about?"

[miidnighters]

@5urvive | continued from ☾

Morgan had been more than a little sure that when Rogue accepted the idea that he'd make - and give - her the flower, she'd also pretty immediately written it off.

Which, of course, had made it all the more important that he doubled down and actually do what he said he was going to do.

He's vindicated in the shock on her face, and the compliments that fall out of her mouth make him smile. The thankyou is secondary, because he's kind of already gotten what he wanted, hasn't he?

"You're welcome," He supplies anyway, smiling at the way she can't quite take her eyes off of it. "Is the colour all right?"

[simulamortem]

@5urvive

BLOOD AND BROKEN GLASS littered the floor and corner booth. Patrons poured out of every available exit. Revenant preferred the quiet. After the blood and fighting and public panic, it was nice to have a moment alone with his target.

In this case, ARON FASH, who had gotten his hands on more Hammond files than he probably knew what to do with. Netrunners and fixers alike were getting wise that scraping certain types of Hammond data had become a risk for more than one reason. Hammond worked closely with the Syndicate, and pissing off the Syndicate frequently led to getting DISAPPEARED, but that was a risk that was to be expected.

Somebody else was hunting Hammond data, and teaching Night City that there were worse fates than disappearing.

The two bodies of Fash's hired muscle lay dead or dying. Now he was held, feet kicking, in the steely, effortless grip of the simulacrum - whose head turned at picking up movement in his peripheral, optics aglow like the eyeshine of a predator in the deep shadows of the bar.

[multiwire]

rogue: do you have friends?

vi, internally:

[axeattitude]

@5urvive: ❝ drop by if you ever want to talk. or if you don’t we can just sit together in silence. either way, i'm here for you. ❞ / cyberpunk 2077 starters.

little china seems muted in a late-night fog draped across it like satin, its chilled hand a light, cool touch. a handful of people have passed by; none have looked at them. still, kerry fiddles with the arm of the sunglasses he insists on wearing. even here, in the night, at a no-name noodle stand between a laundromat and an apartment building where no one is giving them a second thought.

rogue had picked this spot for its anonymity. he'd swayed toward caution anyway, though his incognito clothes are lazy: dark-wash jeans, the sunglasses, and a nondescript pull-over with its hood up. he doesn't want to talk to anyone, or have anyone talk to him.

she's different though. maybe because it's rogue, or because she'd reached out to him for this. whatever this is. he has a feeling. it's making him squirm.

kerry he doesn't quite look at rogue. behind dark lenses, his focus falls somewhere on one of the lapels of her jacket. "i don't know, you- you know i don't like botherin' you with my shit too much. i’m sure you got-" he clears his throat with an awkward hitch and gestures vaguely, his voice tapering into a mumble, "enough goin’ on yourself, with the… y’know, everythin’, whatever."

[miidnighters-a]

@5urvive said " cardi b once said 'broke bitches don't deserve no pussy' and i live by that. "

"I always knew you were a fountain of wisdom."

Billie's tone is a touch dry, but there's no animosity there - especially after their last conversation. She's sitting at the bar of the Afterlife, sipping on a pretty pink drink someone's made her, smiling at the elder woman who has seen fit to insert herself into Billie's space yet again.

Refraining from the next argument-inducing thing she could say (good thing Trace isn't a broke bitch for all the pussy he gets), and instead decides to ask a more direct question.

"You're not a broke bitch. Where's all the pussy you should be getting?"

[boatdriinks]

@5urvive | x

It really had taken him long enough.

It'd taken him a long while to feel secure in his relationship with Louise, but it really did feel like everything was finally falling into place. Neither a marriage of convenience or of masking his true feelings, it felt like something real. He loved Louise more than he could say, and was both terrified and elated by the fact that he was gonna be a dad again.

Sure, there was that guilt... There was always the underlying feeling of guilt whenever he had the nerve to feel happy without her, but Lou had been good to him. She understood, she let him vent out the guilt when those thoughts threatened to pull him down again.

"Just don't let me fuck it up," Kerry chuckled softly, only half joking. He knew his own track record for tearing down his own attempts at happiness. God, he really did just want this to stick for once. They were already past that threshold. He'd been with Zoh for 8 years. North for 3 and a half. And now Louise for almost 9 years. It felt surreal, feeling that kind of peace in his relationship.

"I gotta be there for this kid, for my wife. Can't stand the idea of somehow fucking it up again. Took over 70 damn years, but I'd... y'know, like to think I've finally gotten the fuck over myself." And him.