Can I bitch to you about the stupidest, most fucking irrelevant thing in the world and have you reserve judgment and then maybe take some sort of amnesia pill so you forget how completely fucking stupid it all is?
So I Completely Understand The Virtues Of Censorship And The Relatively Short Duration Of Our Acquaintanceship May Not Have Led You To Consider Me A Trustworthy Individual Which Is Absolutely Fine And Maybe Im Asking This For No Reason Because It Is My Understanding That As A Consultant For The Department You Know Saul Goodman And He Has Assured Me He Does Not Know Anybody With A Plan To Get Off The Moon Or Even Run Non-Supply-Oriented Missions If You Are However Actually Aware Of Any Missions That Are Going To Emancipate Us Or End The War Or Anything With A Significant Desirable Effect I Am Begging You To Tell Me Because In The Complete Absence Of Anything Else Productive To Do I Have Been Mobilizing My Peers To End United Earth Chemical Weapon Use Which Hurt Exiles Before And Would Hurt The Other Side To Lose But Isnt Even What Got Us Up Here I Wanted To Reveal The Endeavor To The General Public When It Was Successful Until The Mutiny And Scouting Mission Set Back The Timetable Significantly Should A Bribe Be Necessary To Loosen Your Tongue I Have Some Japanese Money
[just to get that out of the way, she isn't sure if she trusts Kanaya entirely, but right now she's not on any shitlist, so it's a start. And even if it was necessary, it wouldn't have have worked.
anyway:]
there were missions run to improve the power supply up here, but aside from that saul was right, mostly. i've been discussing options with the AI, as have a few other people i know of, but right now we're really all still in the planning/recon stages and don't have anything definite.
someone else and i have been talking about getting together a group of people we trust to run missions with us
Say, would you happen to know where a guy might find a decent cup of coffee about here? All I can find is this horrible gruel in the cafeteria. There must be better hidden away somewhere.
[There's no reply, because as soon as she realizes who the message is from, she kind of squeaks, drops her tablet, and thinks Vanadi.
Teleportation is so useful.
There's a split second between where she appears and when she's got her arms around his shoulders and is hugging him probably a little too tightly, but hopefully he won't care. Or feel it at all, depending how much of him is metal these days.
It doesn't matter, though, as long as he's here. Where she can bury her face against the crook of his neck and pretend like she wasn't terrified that he was gone forever.]
( Once upon a time this would have been a long description of what she's going to be doing.
Then she realized she had to send this to a whole bunch of people, so she got lazy, and: )
Hey, I'm going to take up a missionary position in France! See you again in about a month. Hopefully the snow's not all gone by then! Keep warm, and keep all your important people safe, Steph. You can even tell Saul if you like!
Hey Stephanie If You Have Time I Was Just Wondering My Friend Asuka Is Looking For A Job So If You Know Of Any Places Looking For Workers That Would Be Really Helpful To Both Of Us Thanks In Advance
the agriculture domes are pretty much always looking for people who'll help out with the basic farming stuff. there's snow shovelling and ice work which is pretty physically demanding but it doesn't require a lot of skill.
i dunno how much asuka knows about engineering, but working to maintain the powerlines is also an option.
[something's wrong. something's been wrong, but peter's pretty used to the low-level ache of disharmony in his groin (this planet is dying, it's out of sync, it's wrong), and he ignored the twinges for two days. but when something in his gut throbs, twists, he lets out a little oof and glares at the ceiling, as though heaven cares that he finally got the message.
it's a walk, from the apartment he shares with isaac to the one steph shares with saul and company, but peter's finally got appropriate clothes, so it's not an unpleasant one. he drags it out a bit, smokes one of the crackly cloved cigarettes that the romani men he's fallen in with seem to favor. he misses good, straight up tobacco.
he doesn't really want to do this. he seems to be doing it anyway.
the knock on the door is somewhat muted by his gloves, but it's audible enough.]
[Meditation has never really been Steph's strong point; she's not great at sitting still, and she's even less good at quietening her thoughts in the way that meditation requires. But Saul had suggested she try somethng to relax, before he went to see Mike, because he could tell how stressed she was, so she's spent the last half hour trying and failing to calm herself down.
The knock on the door is a welcome relief.
She pushes herself to her feet and checks the feed to the camera outside the door; once she's sure she recognizes the person there, she heads to the door and pulls it open.
Being on Earth has helped in some ways, she's putting weight back on and she's got a lot more color in her skin, but she can't seem to shake the exhaustion. It's gotten worse since Jesse died, even though it's only been two nighrs, so the smile she gives Peter upon opening the door is... well, she tries to manage something bright and warm, but it just doesn't work.]
Hey, is everything okay?
[Not that she minds him dropping by, she's just - on edge.]
[When Steph comes home on this fine evening she will find a vase of roses and daisies waiting for her. And if there's any question in her mind about who they're for or where they came from, there's a helpful little card attached in Saul's unmistakable handwriting:
Roses are red, daisies are white, and I should have thought this through more clearly or borrowed a line from that book I gave you because I obviously can't write poetry but I hope you like these flowers anyway.
[If the general sounds of Steph coming in through the door and taking off her boots aren't enough to alert Saul to her presence, the way she laughs at the "poem" really should.
She can't believe he got her flowers.
The stupid poem is easier to believe, but she sets the card down so she can lean in to smell the flowers, smiling to herself. This is ridiculous, but it's so sweet that she's not really sure what to do with it, especially in the wake of... everything else that's happened recently. She wasn't exactly expecting him to be in the sort of mood where getting her flowers occurs to him.
So she responds with the first thing that comes to mind:]
Don't quit your day job, McGill!
[His coat and boots are by the door, so obviously he's home, just hiding.]
[Kanaya has invaded the McGill-Brown residence with three white boxes, one large and two small. The smallest of all is for Steph: Fingerless black leather gloves.]
I thought you could get a lot of use out of these.
[There's a similar sized box beside Steph, to be passed to Kanaya in a moment, though when she opens her own present, she's distracted by the nee to laugh.
It's warm and amused, as she shakes her head.]
I guess great minds think alike.
[Which is why she's handing over the box for Kanaya, containing green leather gloves.]
[It's the first thing she does, when she finds herself back in Exsilium.]
Stephanie? [There's something worn and wary in her voice; she doesn't know how long she was gone, doesn't know how Stephanie has coped, doesn't know what else she might have gone through.]
[Even though she promised Steph she would, she hasn't been coming to her after bad dreams come. She'd been certain the girl had enough on her mind without being a worry. But the longer she stays here, the more comfortable she feels — and it's been nearly a year since everything that had happened last January. They've been getting worse lately.
Whatever the reason, it's a little past two in the morning when she wanders into her bedroom, walking in as silently as she can and nudging her, trying not to wake Saul.]
[She's awake as she hears someone moving through the house, though she waits rather than getting up, in case it's just Ahiru or Dick going for a drink of water or something. By the time she feels the nudge, she knows that's not the case, and she makes an effort to shake off any sleepiness.]
Hey, duckling.
[It's just a whisper, but she can guess why Ahiru is waking her, so she eases the covers back and climbs out of bed, putting a hand on the Ahiru's shoulder and giving her a gentle nudge back towards the living room where they can talk without worrying about waking Saul.]
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