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@aeternals / desi. semi plotted starter.

It had taken longer than she had wanted it to to get things set in motion to leave from Luna -- the culmination of timing could not have been worse if she'd tried to make it that way; between the massive influx of refugees arriving hourly on Luna and the increased security due to the looming fear of an attack on Luna itself? Everything was a logistical nightmare. She'd briefly considered asking the newly appointed ... returning... interim Secretary General for help in arranging transport to Tycho station, there were far more important things on Madame Avasarala's plate than a woman who might ... might, have seen someone she'd once known.

Hannah had managed to obtain a copy of the security footage in the port, a friend of a friend had managed that much, but something had corrupted the still frames. The name on the man's papers had been strange to her, his stance, his build, his features only reminiscent of her brother in the moment's glimpses she'd had of him. But that voice? It had stopped her cold in her tracks. By the time she'd found the willpower to move again, he and the man he'd been traveling with were already gone. She'd followed their path on the video footage, confirmed the ship that they had boarded and with no small amount of effort, determined that the Rocinante most often berthed at Tycho Station.

In reality she knew there was a slim chance that she'd find anything, but that didn't stop her from packing her bag, from booking passage.

It hadn't taken her long after departing into the station to find someone who could point her to where the Rocinante was docked - and a few more awkward questions and showing the display image of the man that had been with her ... with who she was looking for to eventually be directed to an apartment number where the tall, burly man was known to stay on station. She wasn't sure exactly what she would ask him, or what she would say, or how to even begin asking, but this Amos was the only potential lead she had.

Tired, hungry, with her travel pack digging into a shoulder, she doubted she'd make the best first impression but - it was what it was, and she didn't have the money to waste on finding room and board on station if the person she was looking for wasn't here. Or didn't exist. She swallowed that thought down, hesitating once, and again, before finally managing a tentative knock on the door of the suite. "Hello?" A hesitant call, a glance up to try and see if there was a camera or security suite. "Is anyone there? I'm -- I'm sorry to intrude, but I -- My name is Hannah, and I'm -- I'm looking for someone --"

#IC.#STARTER.#AETERNALS #AETERNALS. ( desi. )#HANNAH & DESI.#VERSE. ( pcuexpv2. )

There's a bitter taste in his throat and a thrumming sound in his head that won't subside. He doesn't notice the wider than usual berth that people give him as he stalks his way back towards the apartment he shares with Desi. Part of him would be relieved, if he had. The other part of him was begging for someone to get in his way, to slow him down, or make a comment.

Most people had more survival instinct than he did, though, and it wasn't like his reputation wasn't fairly well known to the locals.

His palm and fingers ached, and he let himself relish in the feel of it. It was safer than letting his attention drift to the stiffness in his shoulders, and the howling in his chest.

He had a thought, that maybe he should stop by the clinic, get the pretty doctor lady to deal with it, before he went back to the apartment. But Desi was waiting. Desi needed an answer.

She was fine. Hannah was fine. Sleeping it off. Slept through it. No monsters under the bed. Just one at the door.

He knows his legs are moving. He knows his heart is beating. His lungs fill with air, and release it. He can feel the blood drip down his palm, trails of it down his fingers.

He makes a mental note to pick up a new hand terminal.

He feels like he's moving through the world in tunnel vision.

It takes longer than he wants for the door to chime in recognition and let him into the apartment.

"She's fine." He can't tell if the words come out flat or if they come out in a snarl.

@aeternals / desi gets a starter.

#IC.#STARTER.#disassociation tw #VERSE. ( pcuexpv2. )#AMOS & DESI.#AETERNALS #AETERNALS. ( desi. )

@aeternals / desi gets a starter.

Cortana's reassurances that this was, in fact, a safe way to travel and her reminders that should an emergency arise his armor was, actually, stored in a trunk in the cargo hold of the charter plane that he could get to if necessary did very close to nothing to make John feel any more at ease as he made his way up the stairs into the bowel of the aircraft. He had studied the schematics and science behind the aeronautic vehicles - they were primitive at best, in comparison to what he was used to flying in but ... it wasn't as if he'd had much of a choice.

Not if he wanted to actually make it to Thermopylae. He'd quickly eliminated boat passage, especially since he was not willing to leave his suit behind. Not when he had yet to find a place that was secure enough for his or Cortana's comfort.

At least Cortana had managed to find an option other than commercial flights. They'd taken one look at the estimated leg room and luggage restrictions and ruled that out immediately. The fact this particular flight provided far less invasion of privacy and more comfort was worth the additional price - not that the currency that Cortana had created (or stolen) meant much to him. It wasn't money that he had earned, but she assured him that on one would actually miss it and it wasn't compromising anyone's ability to live or function.

The same money had bought the clothes that he wore, a dusky gray suit and cream shirt, olive green tie and matching pocket square, tie pin, cuff links, watch, wallet and various electronics that Cortana had insisted on as being necessary to travel in this manner without arousing much suspicion. He felt like a monkey in a tuxedo. A curt, quick sweep of the other occupants and the lay out of the chartered plane was given as he ducked in through the door frame, a thanks muttered roughly towards the attendant as she showed him to his seat.

It was a large, oversized and overstuffed leather seat which still only barely contained him. "Just water, ma'am," he replied, when she asked if she could get him anything, before moving on to the next passenger. Broad fingers fidgeted with the wrist, and again at the earpiece that served as his connection to his AI traveling companion, before finally letting out a low, almost rumble of an exhale as he tried to sit back and make himself relax.

#AETERNALS #AETERNALS. ( desi. )#JOHN & DESI.#VERSE. ( tog crossover. )#IC.#STARTER.#asdg this gives you so little to work with im sorry lmk if i need to add or tweak or whatever

@aeternals / desi sent a meme. i apologize in advance.

❛ I’d like to forget what you did. I’ve tried, but I can’t. ❜

Did he seem just a little too pleased by the immortal's words? Satisfied, certainly. Perhaps even bordering on smug. Yes... definitely a little too much so. Pride was ever so boorish as far as the deadly sins went, but every man was entitled to one flaw. "I would consider it rather a failure on my part if you could, to be fair," William replied, settling back in his chair with an air of one not at all alarmed by the situation. "I'm actually quite pleased to see you again, Desidirius. It's been far too long since I've had the pleasure of your company. How have you been, old friend?"

#VERSE. ( tog. / crossover. )#im so sorry desi #AETERNALS #AETERNALS. ( desi. )#WILLIAM & DESI.#IC.#ANSWERED.#and i too am fully prepared for whatever happens

The city is just as crowded and chaotic as the Tower, but the seer finds the distractions there less taxing -- even a small amount of distance from the thrum and pulse of the power that flows through nearly all of the occupants in the Tower is a small relief. It also helps that there were few in the marketplace she frequented that knew who she was; the one benefit to the opulent trappings that the sisters often wore in their comings and goings through the city generally meant that she often garnered little attention in her middling and comfortable garb.

Clad now in her sensible and worn to comfortable riding boots, the tanned breeches, light blue tunic bound in place with the darker blue long scarf wrapped around her waist, there wasn't much to draw attention to her individually. The thin leather, dark blue gloves were not distinct, and her Serpent ring was tucked safely beneath her shirt. The dagger at one hip was well made and razor sharp, but not ornate enough to attract the eyes of any experienced thief and she never spent more than a few marks, and mostly that was on food and drink or perhaps a bolt of fabric or some small delicate jewelry or lace or beadwork.

The market was abuzz with the cries of merchants hawking their wares, of customers arguing and bartering and conversing and the rich scents of perfumes, herbs, food and wine being offered were either a delight to the senses, or overwhelming. Today, she found it to be the first. She held a fresh pastry wrapped in a handkerchief in one hand, the flaky delight stuffed with a sweet jam and candied nuts in one hand that she nibbled away at, the other a tankard of mulled, dark red wine. She was nearly finished with her wine, debating whether to return for a second, when something caught her eye.

Or rather, someone. Someone, passing in front of her, that struck her as both unknown, and familiar. The flash of images came quickly, unbidden, and she forced herself to breathe through the cascade, as memories of dreams that had been forgotten played through her mind's eye. David. The name was on her tongue before she realized it, spoken in a tone that implied familiarity. "David --" Had she spoken his name aloud, or had she simply projected it, from her thoughts to his? "I ... " She takes a step closer, a furrow creeping between her brows before she smooths it away. "That is your name, isn't it?" His eyes were the clearest blue that she thought she'd ever seen. "David?" She felt like she had known him for a lifetime just as she knew that they had never met.

@aeternals / david. wot.

#IC.#AETERNALS. ( desi. )#AETERNALS #VERSE. ( wot. )#STARTER.#REESE & DAVID.

@aeternals / halston get a starter.

The cargo bay is, for the most part, quiet now. The chaos of getting the refugees across from the ship his had found adrift and getting them settled with at least basic needs tended to had been a headache, but a necessary one, and it was a good test of seeing just how well his people would perform under pressure, when elements were outside of their control, in a way that didn't put them in any immediate danger. Most of their 'guests' had settled into whatever makeshift beds and camps they could, but there was one in particular that he made his way to now, crouching down lightly in front of her, elbows resting on his knees as he offered out a bottle of water and a few of the spare ration bars. "You shouldn't go without, sesata," he spoke, his words warm, his smile open and easy. "You need your strength, sasa ke?"

#HE IS A BAD MAN HALSTON RUN AWAY #IC.#STARTER.#IC. ( marco. )#STARTER. ( marco. )#AETERNALS #AETERNALS. ( halston. )#MARCO & HALSTON.#VERSE. ( exp. )#post ganymede

@aeternals/ quinn gets a starter.

"You've made it back," Chiara crooned lightly, tossing her hand terminal onto the desk in the back office of her office, the back room of the shipping dock that served as base of operations for her 'freight' business. "And with no additional holes, this time, I'm glad to see." A taunt, or a tease, let him decide. "And is this visit business, or pleasure, darling?"

#IC.#STARTER.#AETERNALS #AETERNALS. ( quinn. )#CHIARA & QUINN.