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[GP/EP] Check-in Day
It was a musical day at the Madonna Inn, both inside and out. Curnen had taken her usual place up on the roof and was singing charms to the sky to keep any wanderers from getting lost (though that part of it was not immediately obvious). Unrelated to that, Sunny was on the dance floor in the bar, summoning songs of her own with her knife to keep her moving before she went to do her shift at the library later. It was one of those days where if she thought about it too hard she’d start thinking about that empty bed in her shitty room and the person she most wanted to be there.
This of course eventually seeped into her magic. She knew better. Maybe she’d even wanted that to happen.
Because just once, between different pop hits and dance beats came a rather unexpected French love song. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but the exasperation didn’t last. Before the lyrics started up she was waltzing. By herself and not caring how it might have looked. And for those three and a half minutes, she dared let herself hope for the slimmest chance that Orlu might come through that door.
She didn’t let herself hope too hard, though. There was admitting to feeling things and there was setting yourself up for certain disappointment. She’d lived too long with disappointment to do that to herself.
This of course eventually seeped into her magic. She knew better. Maybe she’d even wanted that to happen.
Because just once, between different pop hits and dance beats came a rather unexpected French love song. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but the exasperation didn’t last. Before the lyrics started up she was waltzing. By herself and not caring how it might have looked. And for those three and a half minutes, she dared let herself hope for the slimmest chance that Orlu might come through that door.
She didn’t let herself hope too hard, though. There was admitting to feeling things and there was setting yourself up for certain disappointment. She’d lived too long with disappointment to do that to herself.
Re: Clarice/Alec
"You'd have to ask him." Especially since Quill arrived. Alec was pretty sure Peter would prefer to room with Star-Lord than him, though he didn't voice it. "But I've been told before I'm a pain in the ass." He smirked.
Re: Clarice/Alec
Re: Clarice/Alec
"Bitchy just means you're probably doing something right." Max got called that from time-to-time too. It was definitely solely a label for women - Alec was mostly called an 'asshole'.
"You ever do any training?"
Re: Clarice/Alec
Re: Clarice/Alec
He thought about that. "Sounds pretty useful. The perfect infiltrator." Or open a portal and shoot at something from the comfort of somewhere else. "I guess you could re-direct something running at you too, huh?" Alec couldn't help but to think tactically - he was basically programmed that way.
"Probably a good thing I don't have your power." He smirked a little. "Otherwise I'd probably open a portal for d-bags and close it when they're halfway through."
Re: Clarice/Alec
Re: Clarice/Alec
Alec didn't see why splitting in half was a bad thing if the point was to kill them, but he let her had her addendum. "Sounds like the words of experience." Alec winked. He liked Clarice a lot. It made him feel like he was at home, or at least the good parts of being at home.
"Which room is yours?"
Re: Clarice/Alec
"Room 205. Which room is yours and the kid's?"
Re: Clarice/Alec
"Looks like we're on the same floor. 215." He wasn't going to mention that he had the smaller room out of the two of them. "It's not so bad. Not like some of the other ones here. I don't get the need for all the rooms that look like caves."
Re: Clarice/Alec
Re: Clarice/Alec
"Right? I'm just glad both rooms I've been stuck in aren't so bad. But it's all made like some sort of torture zoo or something. I have a hard time believing people would choose to stay at an in like this in the real world." At least that's what Alec thought.
Re: Clarice/Alec
"I figured this was from someone's tortured mind."
Re: Clarice/Alec
"I actually think this is all a set up for some big experiment, but most people don't agree with me." He shrugged. "But sure, why not? Humans are weird."
Re: Clarice/Alec
Re: Clarice/Alec
"Hey, me too." He offered her a slightly sardonic smile. "And we're all housed in an area that's biohazardous to regular humans. We call it Terminal City. Cute, right?" He didn't think it was cute, but it was the name for it.
Re: Clarice/Alec
Re: Clarice/Alec
"Yeah. Can't be a good soldier if we're taken down by a simple biological weapon." He winked
Re: Clarice/Alec
Re: Clarice/Alec
"No. And you think they would after some of the earlier batch escaped." Instead, they had tortured and 'reprogrammed' the twins and the rest of the unit. "But I did have a bomb inserted at the base of my skull once as insurance for something. Thankfully we took it out before it exploded." As if it was his idea all along to remove it. "I think Manticore was just confident we were obedient enough. I mean, they raised us so we knew nothing better."
Re: Clarice/Alec
Re: Clarice/Alec
"Yeah, well, they were wrong, that's for sure." And Alec was okay with that. Now that he had his freedom - he was going to keep it. "People like them or like yours, they'll never actually win. They forget that strong fighters mean we're also stubborn as hell." And Alec could tell just by spending the short amount of time with Clarice that she was both a strong fighter and stubborn as hell.
Re: Clarice/Alec
[ooc: Fade them there?]
Re: Clarice/Alec
(ooc: Sounds good to me ^__^)