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The present of yer presence is a good enough gift for us, Vira. We're puttin' a name to something we've shared for a long time. The party's more for our friends to join in and celebrate.
[To the Doctor, he adds a thought.]
How 'bout the 25th? It's a few days before the 30th, but gives us time to get ready.
[To the Doctor, he adds a thought.]
How 'bout the 25th? It's a few days before the 30th, but gives us time to get ready.
Yes, we just would like that you can attend.
[And not die. Then a cheeky tongue click at Jack.]
[And not die. Then a cheeky tongue click at Jack.]
I do believe your partner gets first choice, but that day does have a nice ring to it. That should be soon enough without being too soon and separate from next month. At worst, creatures might be nervous is all.
[She giggled.]
I'm still going to try and do something. I have to have my extra moments. But if I can't pull it off, my presence shall have to suffice.
[She giggled.]
I'm still going to try and do something. I have to have my extra moments. But if I can't pull it off, my presence shall have to suffice.
[Finishing up with the mixing, she laid everything out after sprinkling a little more flour so it wouldn't stick. The used the apron to make sure her hands were clean and she checked on the caserole. Which still needed a little more time.]
I kind of wish there was a balcony now, but at least there's a pretty big window and the view's not really blocked.
I kind of wish there was a balcony now, but at least there's a pretty big window and the view's not really blocked.
[She started to work on rolling it while she saw the lights out of the corner of her eye again, smirking a bit to herself. Of course it was pretty. Makoto had no reason to know what it meant. Nobody did. Why not want to enjoy the show?]
I can roll this out, so why don't you enjoy the show a little? As long as there's no harm, perhaps we could see it from the roof after dinner? Assuming it's continuing at least.
[By then, it would be at its zenith, know it or not.]
I can roll this out, so why don't you enjoy the show a little? As long as there's no harm, perhaps we could see it from the roof after dinner? Assuming it's continuing at least.
[By then, it would be at its zenith, know it or not.]
I'm not sure if we can get to the roof.
[It wasn't something that she had tried. But it didn't sound like a bad idea, and after dinner it would be perfect. She walked over to the window and looked out, trying to get a slightly better view. It was beautiful, and she wondered what was causing it.]
Has it ever done this before?
[It wasn't something that she had tried. But it didn't sound like a bad idea, and after dinner it would be perfect. She walked over to the window and looked out, trying to get a slightly better view. It was beautiful, and she wondered what was causing it.]
Has it ever done this before?
It might be worth the effort. And no, this has never happened before. I've seen many strange phenomena in this place, and this is the first it has ever been quite like this.
[She watched her move, seeing the purple thread between them as the rolling pin rolled. The threads were what told her what was happening. She was sure it had to do with that, not another.]
I... think this one might be harmless. Just surreal.
[She watched her move, seeing the purple thread between them as the rolling pin rolled. The threads were what told her what was happening. She was sure it had to do with that, not another.]
I... think this one might be harmless. Just surreal.
It might be.
[She turned around from the window walking back over to Vira-Lorr and seeming to just become aware of the strand that seemed to be leading to her.Each time that she touched it her hand went right through, but she did following back to the other, putting her hand right where it stopped on the other.]
Umm, you're glowing a bit.
[She turned around from the window walking back over to Vira-Lorr and seeming to just become aware of the strand that seemed to be leading to her.Each time that she touched it her hand went right through, but she did following back to the other, putting her hand right where it stopped on the other.]
Umm, you're glowing a bit.
[She felt the hand at the small of her back and swallowed, glancing over at Makoto and smiling, giving her a little wink.]
You're glowing too a little bit. You realize that? Apparently we're connected. I wonder what that says. [A giggle. Ok, she'd abuse it a little bit.] It doesn't seem to be harmful at least, yes?
You're glowing too a little bit. You realize that? Apparently we're connected. I wonder what that says. [A giggle. Ok, she'd abuse it a little bit.] It doesn't seem to be harmful at least, yes?
Huh, am I?
[She had seen the thread wrap around her, but it seemed like she hadn't quite been able to figure out where it went since it vanished, almost like trying to see the end of a rainbow.]
And of course, we're connected, we're friends.
[She had seen the thread wrap around her, but it seemed like she hadn't quite been able to figure out where it went since it vanished, almost like trying to see the end of a rainbow.]
And of course, we're connected, we're friends.
[As she set the cookies on the sheet, she ran her fingers over the purple line, smiling to herself and thinking a little bit about it. They trailed up, towards the back of her neck where she'd seen the tattoo, just out of sight.]
They connect our tattoos, so I imagine it is very much something like that. Probably a gentle reminder that we have each other. I don't feel anything right now...
[Other than an urge to talk about certain things she was forcibly shelving. No. No death talk, thank you. but she felt the urge, definitely.]
They connect our tattoos, so I imagine it is very much something like that. Probably a gentle reminder that we have each other. I don't feel anything right now...
[Other than an urge to talk about certain things she was forcibly shelving. No. No death talk, thank you. but she felt the urge, definitely.]
[Ah, Makoto actually hadn't seen her tattoo yet and no one had mentioned it since her hair generally did a pretty good job of hiding it. Reaching up her hand brushed against Vira-Lorr's over where the tattoo was. Now that she'd been made aware of it she could feel a bit of the energy there.]
Having a reminder is good, but everyone here has been so great, I don't see how anyone would question it.
Having a reminder is good, but everyone here has been so great, I don't see how anyone would question it.
[Her fingers lingered for a moment, running by the tattoo at the base of her hairline and then over the digits that drew in close to allow her to touch the back of Makoto's hand. There was an easy quality to her smile and her eyes twinkled a little.]
I think most of them try to be, yes. And certainly, I should hope nobody would question that I think of you as a friend.
I think most of them try to be, yes. And certainly, I should hope nobody would question that I think of you as a friend.
[Makoto would have to get a handheld mirror so she'd be able to see what it looked like laster, curious now as to just what it looked like. Looking towards the other, Makoto returned the grin, thankful for the company and certainly not question how good of a friend she had.]
I'm glad that you're back, and that we've had the chance to get to know each other and become friends.
[Turning the attention back to the dough and the cookies, Makoto worked next to Vira-Lorr, almost having to reach over her with the tight space of the kitchenette and dining area.]
I'm glad that you're back, and that we've had the chance to get to know each other and become friends.
[Turning the attention back to the dough and the cookies, Makoto worked next to Vira-Lorr, almost having to reach over her with the tight space of the kitchenette and dining area.]
[Vira-Lorr was a naturally very physical person when it came to contact, so the close quarters didn't seem to bother her. She'd lean back into a touch here and there, grin as she breathed in the smell of the casserole cooking, shifting to keep herself close while the cookies were put out and readied.]
I'm... very glad to be back, actually. And the opportunity to get to know you better and get close has been good. It's all been very good to me.
It smells like dinner's almost ready, doesn't it?
I'm... very glad to be back, actually. And the opportunity to get to know you better and get close has been good. It's all been very good to me.
It smells like dinner's almost ready, doesn't it?
[A grin to the Doctor.] If yah gotta better date in mind, I'm open to all ideas. We haven't nailed down a date anyway, so it's all up for debate from the get-go.
[Then to Vira, he adds.] Any moment with you is an extra moment, but now I'm having that kind of moment out of the joke on how to keep a turkey in suspense. [He'll get an especially mischievous twinkle in his eye on the last bit.]
[Then to Vira, he adds.] Any moment with you is an extra moment, but now I'm having that kind of moment out of the joke on how to keep a turkey in suspense. [He'll get an especially mischievous twinkle in his eye on the last bit.]
[Makoto checked just to be sure. It was just a few minutes from done. Though once they finished with putting the cookies on the tray, and pulled off the aprons it was time for Makoto to pull it out of the oven and set it on the heating pads at the center of the table. After that she quickly grabbed some plates and silverware and put them out.]
I hope you really like it.
I hope you really like it.
My mouth is already watering, Makoto. You don't know how much I've missed being able to eat normally. This will be wonderful, and the company is an added bonus.
[She leaned in, giving a little peck at the cheek and winking, figuring he could probably get away with that while she set out the wine and glasses. Walking to the window, she made sure that it was open so that the purple lights of the surreal meteor shower would show. In the reflection, she could see shadowy antlers on her forehead starting to show and she sighed. What ever did all this mean, she wondered.]
[She leaned in, giving a little peck at the cheek and winking, figuring he could probably get away with that while she set out the wine and glasses. Walking to the window, she made sure that it was open so that the purple lights of the surreal meteor shower would show. In the reflection, she could see shadowy antlers on her forehead starting to show and she sighed. What ever did all this mean, she wondered.]
Yes, this has been amply established, though that was a lucky shot I assure you.
I suspect nobody knows those things are glaring weakspots.
I appear to have caused some rather significant problems.
Would you be kind enough to tell people that you found me sleeping in a cocoon in the fire department and doodled something obscene on my forehead for the last week?
I would really much rather not publicize what exactly happened here.
I suspect nobody knows those things are glaring weakspots.
I appear to have caused some rather significant problems.
Would you be kind enough to tell people that you found me sleeping in a cocoon in the fire department and doodled something obscene on my forehead for the last week?
I would really much rather not publicize what exactly happened here.
You clearly had no idea and look what it earned you. And now look what you've done. You were supposed to take care. I knew I should have just wrapped in you packing bubbles and kept you under my floor boards for safe keeping.
[That might sound like a stalker thing to do, but he typed it out of his version of care.]
You did, but at least those problems are technically permanent. I don't particularly like the taste of venison, so you're lucky.
How about I actually draw something obscene on your forehead and you can tell people all about it instead? You'd rather not publicize that you died for a seventh time and now those of us with a death history can turn into deer?
[That might sound like a stalker thing to do, but he typed it out of his version of care.]
You did, but at least those problems are technically permanent. I don't particularly like the taste of venison, so you're lucky.
How about I actually draw something obscene on your forehead and you can tell people all about it instead? You'd rather not publicize that you died for a seventh time and now those of us with a death history can turn into deer?
[There was a small blush as Vira-Lorr pecked her on the cheek, but she didn't think too much about it given that Usagi clung to them all the time and showed small affections like that.]
I'm happy to cook anytime you want. I can make bento boxes for you to take to work too.
[Everything was set, and Makoto stood next to the table waiting for Vira-Lorr to join. There weren't antlers forming above her since she'd only been such a short time and had yet to visit the fields, though she was curious about the ones which were starting to appear on her friend.]
I'm happy to cook anytime you want. I can make bento boxes for you to take to work too.
[Everything was set, and Makoto stood next to the table waiting for Vira-Lorr to join. There weren't antlers forming above her since she'd only been such a short time and had yet to visit the fields, though she was curious about the ones which were starting to appear on her friend.]
At this point, I can say with a certain amount of certainty that I don't think even packing bubbles would have avoided this. But, you have always been a possessive one, have you not?
yes, I'd rather not telegraph it. You're taking this better than I think a few people might. So that you are aware, it appears that I am not suffering obvious ill effects. Not even the normal ones. Currently, Dr McCoy's treatment has addressed my sensory problems, and the sleepwalking has ended. Only my little problem at the shoulders remains.
In truth? The lack of "Penalty" worries me more. There has to have been something that happened. I do not like not 'knowing' what it is.
[That was a bald-faced lie. She had the kind of senses to know exactly what had happened. Her soul was damaged but not destroyed. And she wasn't telling a damned soul.]
yes, I'd rather not telegraph it. You're taking this better than I think a few people might. So that you are aware, it appears that I am not suffering obvious ill effects. Not even the normal ones. Currently, Dr McCoy's treatment has addressed my sensory problems, and the sleepwalking has ended. Only my little problem at the shoulders remains.
In truth? The lack of "Penalty" worries me more. There has to have been something that happened. I do not like not 'knowing' what it is.
[That was a bald-faced lie. She had the kind of senses to know exactly what had happened. Her soul was damaged but not destroyed. And she wasn't telling a damned soul.]
[It was the sort of thing that would have probably been more obvious had Makoto known her well, or someone else seen the way she behaved. She was always physical and forward, but she was definitely being moreso right now.]
Mmm, you are spoiling me. personal bento to enjoy while I'm at the office? I might actually take you up on that, you know.
[She settled down and smiled across from her, pausing for a moment to see if Makoto wanted to say any sort of blessing over the food. she, herself, had long ago shed any sort of practice like that. Her relationship with her creators was less than cordial. She smiled over at her and relaxed into her chair.]
Shall we?
Mmm, you are spoiling me. personal bento to enjoy while I'm at the office? I might actually take you up on that, you know.
[She settled down and smiled across from her, pausing for a moment to see if Makoto wanted to say any sort of blessing over the food. she, herself, had long ago shed any sort of practice like that. Her relationship with her creators was less than cordial. She smiled over at her and relaxed into her chair.]
Shall we?
I'm not possessive. You just happen to be idiot enough to clearly need any and all help in avoiding being killed off repeatedly.
[He was possessive. It had grown since he had become Reaper, but he was usually better at hiding it.]
You realize I've died thirty times, right? That includes the three from Deerington, but I am well aware that every death comes with a toll. The fact that you aren't a full-time deer eating people's clothing or their gardens is good enough for me, but don't think for a moment that I'm not furious with you. I seem to recall your head being attached as a deer... you would have made an amazing trophy if it hadn't though.
A lack of physical penalty likely means you're losing something else, something unseen. Let's hope it's not your thirsty need for physical and emotional affection or what is there to live for, right?
[He was possessive. It had grown since he had become Reaper, but he was usually better at hiding it.]
You realize I've died thirty times, right? That includes the three from Deerington, but I am well aware that every death comes with a toll. The fact that you aren't a full-time deer eating people's clothing or their gardens is good enough for me, but don't think for a moment that I'm not furious with you. I seem to recall your head being attached as a deer... you would have made an amazing trophy if it hadn't though.
A lack of physical penalty likely means you're losing something else, something unseen. Let's hope it's not your thirsty need for physical and emotional affection or what is there to live for, right?
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