pulse, and other, open mingle (12-7 to whenever)

[ex_resound725]

[Wowee! We get hit with a pulse on the seventh! Isn't that fun! Also, a ship crashed, and baby it's cold inside. Some prompts.

A: Pulse: A pulse hit the planet! Life support went out, and that super sucks, but it will only last for an hour. Maybe more sucky: some or all of your powers may or may not have died! That's awkward. Are you disappointed you can't walk through walls now? Has nothing changed for you? Are you now a dead girl because you made a deal some aliens? Are you a sword? Have fun kids, and try not to hold a Class Trial.

B: Salvage: That sure was a ship that went down! URSULA identified it as the Narcissus which is apparently a human military ship so obviously this will be safe and no one is going to come across any type of trouble salvaging the ship. Maybe someone should text Naoko to tell her what's going on. Everything is fine.

C: Blanket-sharing meme: You know what you're here for.

D: ETC: Roxy is putting up mistletoe, there are flowers, people keep building stupid things. Do whatever!]


[ooc: OOC post here??]

Comments

[oneandmikleonly]

[jesus christ sorey calm yourself

he does seem pretty absorbed though. popcorn fiction does that to you. he's still leaned heavily into Sorey...

his concentration's only broken when his stomach growls, suddenly; he's used to Sorey's stomach doing that, not his own]

Um.

[imsorey]

[Sorey is used to his stomach doing that and not Mikleo's, and his eyebrows raise a bit, but he doesn't miss a beat]

Want to grab something to eat?

[oneandmikleonly]

I...I suppose so.

Sorey, this feels so weird.

[imsorey]

Just think of it as...your stomach being tired? But instead of rest you need food.

[oneandmikleonly]

I know what it means! It just feels weird!

[there's an edge of genuine aggravation in his tone, thin but there]

[imsorey]

[leaning on Mikleo for a few seconds longer than is needed before getting to his feet and pulling at Mikleo's wrist]

Then let's make it feel less weird. Come on.

[oneandmikleonly]

Fine.

[...hold on, there's a bright side to this]

Maybe I can actually use the heating units now!

[imsorey]

[mikleo is cute]

We can test it out! Want to give it a shot?

[oneandmikleonly]

[already tugging him along to the kitchen; they can bring the books with them]

[imsorey]

[they can read AND cook, though presumably not at the same time to prevent books and/or food from burning

Sorey is leaving the actual cooking to Mikleo, though, curious to see how he'll do with it]

[oneandmikleonly]

[his magic isn't messing with the heat controls anymore; Sorey can watch him shift pans and adjust the temperature settings with a kind of wide-eyed wonder, things actually not scorching or undercooking for once]

Oh...

[imsorey]

[Sorey can't help but double-check to make sure it's not undercooking]

...Huh. It works.

[oneandmikleonly]

Okay. Everything else is kind of weird so far, but I like this part of things just fine.

[imsorey]

Who knew you were actually a good cook all along?

[he's teasing, but his tone is mixed with a little too much awe for it to be effective]

[oneandmikleonly]

Watch, next you'll--

[he cuts himself off at the last second. He doesn't want to make a joke about it; they don't know how a seraph would become human, but they do know how a human becomes a seraph.]

[imsorey]

[he gives Mikleo a weak smile; he's not planning on suddenly turning into a seraph, but it's still awkward to think about]

...I don't think that would improve my cooking by much, though.

[oneandmikleonly]

[reaches over his own shoulder to touch Sorey's lightly, since Sorey is craning to look in the pot; he's quiet, a little hesitant]

...do you ever think about it?

[imsorey]

[he keeps his eyes on the pot, but his focus is elsewhere, pulling on memories of that first conversation with a shepherd-turned-seraph]

Not a lot. But I'd be lying if I said I never thought about it.

[oneandmikleonly]

I'm glad you don't do it too much. It seems like the kind of thing you can chase in circles without really getting anywhere.

[there's a lot hovering unsaid behind that; seems he's had his own internal debates about it, too.]

[imsorey]

[leaning away from the stove and putting his weight on his heels, rocking back]

There's not much of a point to think about it right now. It's something...pretty far in the future, after all. You can't predict what's going to happen between now and then.

[oneandmikleonly]

[bows his head a little without turning to look at him, giving the pot of food another stir or two...in the end, he decides to ask, since he's not sure how long it will be before they ever talk about this again.]

Would you want to? If it meant -- what Pawan said would happen.

[imsorey]

I...don't know. It's hard to imagine being anyone other than who I am right now. Not that I think I'd be different, but--it's the kind of decision you make at the end of a journey, not during it.

[oneandmikleonly]

[if by 'journey' you mean 'mortal lifetime' ha ha oh lord this is painful, he's going to take the alternative interpretation of that and run with it instead]

. . . even though your Shepherd journey's been postponed for more than a year now? I suppose--I suppose that's fair.

[imsorey]

[stealing a sidelong glance at him]

Sorry. Were you expecting a different answer?

[oneandmikleonly]

I didn't know what to expect.

...it's fine. It wasn't entirely fair of me to ask you out of the blue, anyway.