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OCTOBER + NOVEMBER TDM.

T D M . 0 4

// PART I. a crimson dream  


… What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

These are the words that ring in your ears, as a slowly growing red glow surrounds you in this dreamspace, filling you with an acute sense of dread — and whatever it is that you’ve just agreed to might have changed everything forever.

It is this sense of dream that startles you awake, and as it fades, and your heart begins to slow into something resembling your normal tempo, you'll notice something you should have picked up on immediately: you are not in your bed.

1.0   White walls, clinical yet clean, sparsely-furnished rooms. You may wake in one of three rooms: a room with only one bed, a room with two beds, or a room with four beds. Those waking up in rooms with more than one bed notice that they are not alone. Perhaps the other occupants of the room are still sleeping, dreaming the same dream as you just did, or a regular one after returning to the station just barely a week ago … or perhaps you wake up to the other person in the room watching you.

What you do is entirely up to you: yelping in surprise when you wake to someone staring at you is always an option. Or maybe you’ll try to sneak away before anyone notices you...


2.0   Those with life-threatening injuries will find themselves waking up in the infirmary, in a regular hospital bed. Most of their injuries have been treated, and any lingering illnesses or conditions will have designated medicine bottles on the table next to the bed.

White curtains surround the bed on both sides, providing an illusion of privacy. But is that a rustling sound you hear? A set of footsteps? Perhaps you’re not the only one in need of some medical attention.

In fact if you’re very badly off, you might want to hold out hope for some company - you can’t stay in the infirmary forever. You'll have to make your way through the hallways of the station to the living quarters, and claim a room and a bed there.

Once upright, you might notice something in your ear: an earpiece that, when you become aware of it, quickly runs you through the instructions for how to use the network, a recorded message by a female voice that explains exactly why you’re here… and leaves you with a map of the station.

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// PART II. hotel spacefornia  


So what else is there to do but to explore, right? Best get to know your way around your new home.

3.0   When trying to decide where you go, you might find your way to the armory, where you can make attempts to work the machine and create a weapon for yourself — maybe replace the one that didn’t come with you to the station ... or maybe you decide to prepare something for the future. Any recently-returned team members will surely recommend having a functional weapon with you.

And speaking of weapons: why not put them to the test and head over to the training room, where the entire purpose of this space is to provide you with opportunities to spar and train to your heart’s content!


4.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself from training, your stomach will prompt you for something to eat. For that you should head to the kitchens and the mess hall, which is equipped with all the basic appliances you might need, along with some more unusual ones (including an ... interesting-looking waffle maker and popcorn machine), as well as ingredients for most generic Earth-based dishes. For some reason, there are also some bags of now-cold popcorn left abandoned over the counters.


5.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds you can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion builds up around anyone who steps inside the room: you can hear the trilling of birds, feel a light breeze caress your skin as you walk through a grass field. The illusion has been programmed to reflect the seasons — the leaves in the trees are currently bright with all the colours of autumn: orange and red and yellow; and the air is crisp and clean. If you follow the path, you'll be led to a bridge rising over a sparkling, babbling brook, a few fallen leaves floating on the water and falling around you like very bright raindrops.

Here, it's easy to forget (for a moment, anyway) that you are in space at all. Maybe that gives you comfort, or maybe it just makes you miss the real thing all that much more.


6.0   If you’d rather choose tinkering with objects over wandering through nature, the lab is guaranteed to provide you with some entertainment. Glass vials and jars of chemicals sit on shelves in a surprisingly beautiful display of colour on one side of the room, while the other side of the room contains stacks of boxes filled with assorted equipment: cords, bolts, panels, buttons, gears, gadgets, gizmos, and thingamabobs. The downside is that the parts available seem to have no apparent method to their sorting. So get digging and you may just find exactly what you need to make what you’ve always wanted to!


7.0   Some time after your arrival, the earpiece alerts you to a new message. If it’s items you’re lacking, you may just be in luck.

// VIVECA.AI
Hi again, everyone. Those who’ve been here for longer know the deal, but to those new here: there’s a new supply drop. Hopefully you’ll find useful things there. If you made any requests for items, before, you should find them in a separate pile near the platform.

Indeed, the platform located near the personal quarters is still whirring with power, and new items form neat piles on top of it. There are clothes, shoes, dishware, skincare, books ... and in one pile, a varied collection of what seems to be Halloween decorations and costumes. So, sort through the piles and grab what you want before someone else does! (But don't forget: sharing is caring.)

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// PART III. trick or treat  


Whether you’re a quick study and you’ve become settled into life on the station, or you want to get the full lay of the land (in a manner of speaking) first, if you decide to explore the hall past the control room, you’ll eventually come across the simulation room. It’s been equipped with a new simulation to show you the drill where the missions are concerned, so step in and see what it has in store for you!

8.0   The moment the doors slide shut behind you, the space goes dark and then quickly lights up again, but instead of the blank empty walls you initially walked into, you’re surrounded by colour and lights, the sound of music and chatter, and the smells of deep-fried foods and overly sweet beverages. Someone calls, ‘Step right up, step right up!’ while another voice from somewhere starts to cheer as an electrical sound of a buzzer goes off, announcing its winner for prizes.

It seems that you’ve entered the Carnival simulation, so come on in and have a little fun.

There are booths spread out across these simulated grounds, each one offering food, drink or games. As you wander past you’ll notice that there is a touch of macabre to everything — the colours are black and orange and violet and red, the drinks offered have strange names, some you recognize like ‘Witch’s Brew’ and ‘Eye of Newt’, and some you might not, like ‘Viole(n)t Breeze’ and ‘Undead Essence’. It’s as though all of the things strange and wonderful find themselves spread across the entire universe to unite here.

Once you’ve had your fill of food and games, you can make your way past the little market area to a brightly glittering ferris wheel with carts rotating in a cycle, enticing you to try it out. Or if you’d rather be spooked, there is a hokey little ‘haunted mansion’ to your left that won’t take more than a handful of minutes to move through. Creatures and ghosts will pop out at you when you least expect it, their masked faces exaggerated with paint and some fairly realistic prosthetics to get the adrenaline pumping. Take a friend with you, or go it alone — just try to keep your cool through it all.


9.0   Eventually, once you’ve had your fill of the festivities, you may notice a wooden sign pointing you past the haunted mansion. Pressed on it is a round mark, and you remember that this is simulating a mission — you’re not here to just have fun, but to try and retrieve a simulated orb.

As you follow the path, you’ll find the hustle and bustle of the carnival growing quieter. All around you, there is nothing but woods — and hold on, where did all that mist come from? It surrounds you slowly, the ground seeming slightly damp as you keep walking… and arrive at a graveyard.

So the orb… it’s there, hidden in one of the graves? There’s nothing else to do but to start walking and looking at the gravestones — but when you do, you’ll be shocked to find some of the names are terribly, terribly familiar.

They might be names of your loved ones, people who were still in perfect health back home; and yet here those stones bear their names, along with an epitaph that brings tears to your eyes. And if you move closer… you may experience a flash of colour and light, and a memory suddenly plays out in front of you: the death of your loved one, whoever that may be.

Or perhaps the name you see on a gravestone is something else even more familiar to you: your own. But ... how, right? Reluctantly, your heart pounding, you approach with tentative steps, and yes — the name does not change. It's yours right there ... and it's your own death that you witness when the grave’s spell binds you.


N O T E:   The deaths witnessed are intended to be non-canon deaths, so feel free to go wild inventing them -- this also goes for characters who are canonically dead. These are “alternate universe deaths”, not canon.

Additionally, there are three personal tasks provided to each character as they enter the simulation. In-game, each character will be given one task. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re leaving it to players to pick a task for their character and run with it.

A   Find the grave of a teammate and witness their death.

B   Team up with a fellow Orber win in one of the Carnival games.

C   Scare a teammate in the haunted house.

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F Y I

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FOR SOME FUN:

Have a clue for your upcoming mission:
“I’m going to bed, where I may die.”


NAV

flickerandfade: (005 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-23 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of all of us, he deserved that privilege most. Megatron signs in return. It's strange, to think of the universe deprived of the irascible medical officer. He and Ratchet had not been what Megatron would consider friends in the short years spent on the Lost Light, though Megatron had done his best to be useful. To prove himself an able medic when he had returned from the Functionist universe... that Ratchet had thought that of him in his waning days was gratifying, if strange.

Are you holding up? While Megatron has never had a conjunx endura and at this point, never will, losing one is not easy to deal with. A flicker of concern crosses his features as he peers into Drift's face. ]
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-23 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not that Megatron has done much intergalactic travel, but it must be considered as a possibility. He tucks his hands at the small of his back, demeanor thoughtful. ]

You are correct on that point. Unfortunately I haven't located any points which would allow us to view the stars properly.

[ A pause, then: ]

I don't suppose you had any strange dreams before you awoke here?
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-23 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The thought of intergalactic travel hadn't even occurred to Elthree. When you've got maps covering the entirety of your galaxy stored in your mind, you don't really consider anything beyond that. ]

Dreams?

[ Elthree doesn't really dream. She runs background simulations in her mind, when she's in low power mode. She imagines things, but she wouldn't call it dreaming.

Except. There had been that red light, and the sense that by voicing her regret over the doomed fate of the freed slaves on Kessel, she may have changed everything forever. ]


Something like that... Only the one, but there was something. You?
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[personal profile] aurable 2021-10-23 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I had the incredible privilege of being with someone who knew me for who I was and loved me completely anyway. [ Drift spoke, using his voice because he did not care if any interlopers still here knew that much. Sure, they were likely to be confused by the seemingly out-of-the-blue declaration, but he was banking on people being more distracted by the two talking giant robot thing. He let go of Megatron's hands and moved to sit beside him. ]

Ratchet left this life not wanting to hold onto any grudges or regrets so I don't intend to go on with them either. It's not what he would have wanted, I don't care what this place wants of me. I'm not going to let it use the past against me.
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Megatron » Transformers IDW

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-23 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
4.0

[ The mess hall is one of the places that Megatron finds himself investigating. Though he is not yet in need of sustenance, there is the nagging worry that at some point he may well need some sort of fuel to supply himself. Unfortunately, it seems that the dining area of this station is designed entirely for organic creatures and not mechanist lifeforms like a Cybertronian. He has some ingredients spread out on the counter, his massive nine-foot frame dwarfing almost anyone else who might enter. It's a little frustrating, considering he has to stoop constantly in some areas, but here he is, staring grimly at the pre-packaged dinner.

How does a robot look so depressed, honestly?

At the sound of another's footfall, he half-turns towards any new arrival and speaks in a deep, resonant voice. ]


I don't suppose you've seen any energon or other fuels in here, have you?

5.0

[ There's a nine-foot machine life-form standing in the sunlight. If you just glance over him, you might think Megatron is just a strange new sculpture plopped down in the midst of the simulation. But no, he's standing in the simulated sunlight, hands tucked at the small of his back, and drinking in the simulated sensation of sun against his dermal plating.

He had always despised organic life, in his younger years. This reflection of a place--it seems Earthlike--is comforting though. A reminder that something exists beyond the walls of the prison cell he has been confined in for so long. Though it's a simulation, perhaps it's best that he simply enjoy it for what it is.

Such days may never come again, after all. When someone steps too close, his head turns to regard them with burning red optical sensors. ]


It is a pretty simulacrum, is it not?

Wild card

[ Hit me up for anything else you might want to do, happy to match prose or brackets. [plurk.com profile] gravenrose or Starlight#5914 ]
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[personal profile] business 2021-10-23 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
( connecting their minds doesn't require physical touch, but nonetheless he places their foreheads together, eyes falling shut. in truth, it's a little selfish of him — part of him knows it'd be better to give feyre a little room, and space to process. an even bigger part of him knows that by denying her that room, he's breaking an oath that he made her. but he hasn't seen her in months. he wants to taste every breath off her tongue like a lifeline.

he sends her a secondhand memory — rhys was not present for the desecration of ianthe, but feyre had shown him sometime after, and he'd taken genuine delight in her ruthlessness. the forests surrounding the spring court are lush and full of spotted colors every so often — yellow and pink flowers, the ripe budding of a cherry tree, the fuzz of pollen in the air. nothing stands out quite like the fire of lucien's hair, the blush on his cheeks born more from rage than any kind of exertion, though it wouldn't be misplaced to assume otherwise, given his open shirt and undone pants. the owner of this memory knows what this is, knows who ianthe is. she, feyre, knows what ianthe had done to rhys years and years ago, where she'd try to put her dirty hands.

Pick up that rock. feyre's voice is cold, hard. Put your right hand on that boulder.

lucien watches on, disbelieving. feyre digs her talons into the meat of ianthe's horrible mind, ignoring her protests, her fighting. she's nothing. feyre is strong.

Smash your hand with the rock as hard as you can until I tell you to stop.

she raises it, obediently. but before any impact gets made — rhys shuts off the connection, not wanting to hurt her with the gorey details. not that he thinks she'd be particularly effected ( she is the one who decided this punishment, after all ) but it's a weird, overwhelming situation. feeding feyre her own memories back to her, things she doesn't remember but can't deny. assaulting her with violence is, he imagines, likely to be some kind of breaking point. rather than force her through that, he blinks back into the world, leaning away to look back at her features.
)

I have more. I have everything. ( You showed me it. I'll take you to our room, and we can talk about it all. Is that alright? )
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-23 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Megatron finds he can support himself, even if his servos complain and ache. He needs exercise, really. And possibly a complete medical overhaul. Not that he's likely to get the second one here. ]

I'm glad for the both of you. You seemed... happy.

[ And he means it. There was no jealousy there. Whatever he had had with Deadlock was long dead in the millions of years of war. And Megatron had not allowed himself to be sentimental over the odd relationship and odd attachments he had developed with that particular member of his Conclave. ]

I wish that I could make such a declaration so easily. There is much that I regret. But changing any of it means changing so much else...

At the least, perhaps, there are some I could save at the end? Even if I cannot avert the war.
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[personal profile] winnowed 2021-10-23 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the need for space might come soon enough but she'd just been facing the idea of being separated from him for who knows how long. another question she'd have to ask him, how long, how long, how long. she hadn't been able to say goodbye, their last few moments together were nothing but one traumatic event after another.

he shows her what he means, what's she has done. even without context, feyre thinks she should startled by the satisfaction she feels upon seeing it, the punishment she'd doled out to the woman who claimed to be her friend when she was broke and easy to manipulate. but she feels no such thing, she simply thinks that inathe deserved it no matter what had happened. deserved it for what she did to rhys, for what she did to her (and little does she know, what she did to lucien and countless others).

the vision fades and it's rhysand's face that she sees before her now as her eyes slip open and she feels a shiver run through her. his voice in her mind feels like balm and she nods at his words although feyre pulls a poppy and has a million questions

"Our" room? We have a room? ]
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-23 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I spend much of my time in dreams lately.

[ The consequence of being locked inside a prison barely large enough to hold him. Forever. ]

Dreams or imaginings. This one was different, however. Very different. Something about regret.
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1.0/2.0

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-23 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hello, Doctor McCoy. There's a nine-foot tall robotic monstrosity looming in the medical bay. He's also checking through various supplies at a sedate pace, his face placid in concentration. As a tablet is shoved towards him, Megatron arches a brow, but accepts it without much fuss.

This human reminds him very much of another medical officer he knew what feels a lifetime ago. ]


Of course. You should know that I also have medical training.

[ He says it without a hint of malice or disturbance in a deep, resonant voice. Though something about him just seems... menacing. Maybe it's because of the height? Megatron takes a glance towards the various (organic) patients. Hmm. ]

Admittedly my experience with organic patients is somewhat limited.
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-23 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's... interesting, to hear a droid (again, assumptions) talk about dreaming. That language typically isn't used among her kind.

But then, Megatron isn't like any droid Elthree has ever met before. His face is so expressive. ]


I had the same dream. [ If that's the language they're going to use, Elthree will go along with it. ] "What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?"
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[personal profile] business 2021-10-23 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( Unless you're planning on rooming with someone else, there's a playful bit of humor in his voice at that, hands trailing down her shoulders to her waist, to find each of her hands and interlace them. Our room. We share it, with a very lovely lady named Alina. You'll like her. She's cute.

it's not until he takes a few steps in the direction of their room, that it hits him — where feyre's confusion is coming from. right. with an apologetic incline of his head, he gives a stern nod, leading them until they're at the threshold of a door. gentlemanly, he opens it for her, hand moving to the small of her back to usher her inside.
)

That ... that will be part of the talk, certainly. ( thankfully, alina is out right now — if rhys had to guess, ransacking the kitchens for something cavity inducing and grossly sticky. it gives them room to talk in the spread of the room, which has become more decorated since rhysand's arrival. colored fabrics pinned to the wall, clothes draped over every passing bit of furniture. three beds. ) I've been here for two months, Feyre.
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[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-10-23 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Am I correct in assuming those creatures are entities of a fundamentally chaotic nature?

[Free Magic spirits could be found in Death- they were far less common than the Dead, but some used the realm to hide, to gather their strength- or more commonly, to travel from one point in Life to another without worrying about the space in between.]

Is that what you are?

[Between what she'd observed, and the way he spoke, Sabriel was certain he wasn't human.

But... had the Orb really struck a bargain with such a creature? Could such beings actually have regrets?]
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[personal profile] aurable 2021-10-23 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
We were. I still am, even if it is only with my memories. [ The pain was still too fresh, and the mourning process had only just begun that ironically it did not have time to sink in. It wasn't ideal but meant Drift could still call himself content. ]

Whatever you end up doing, I know you'll do it for the right reasons. You were changed long before that sentence and this is just another stepping-off point.

[ What was strange was telling this all to Megatron. There was a long history between them. Even Ratchet only knew the truncated version. Not even letting go of past animosities would erase any of that, and it took no little willpower on Drift's part not to drop the conversation entirely. This wasn't awkward so much as it was just surreal, even after all this time. ]
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[personal profile] hot_handed 2021-10-23 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[He knows he's difficult to get along with, even compared to other teenagers. And Elthree's question is valid, which only frustrates him because the alternative sucks. He'll get the orb, but he doesn't have to like doing it.]

I was gonna shoot the top layers off! If it's buried, we'd be able to see it once all the soil's gone.
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-23 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't know how deeply it's buried, either.

[ Sure, if the orb is meant to be truly hidden, it's unlikely that it'll be buried somewhere shallow, because that would hardly be a challenge at all. But she's arguing more to prove a point than anything. ]

How precise are your thermal detonators? And how many of them do you have? There are a lot of graves here.
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-23 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. That was the question.

[ One that troubles him, deep within his spark. What would he do? How far would he go? ]

It sounds almost like a promise. I don't pretend to know what it means, but if all of us arriving here heard the same thing, there must be a reason.
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[personal profile] winnowed 2021-10-23 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's only a slight prickle of annoyance when he mentions that he's sharing a room with a "cute" woman. the mating bond is still new enough that she still feels possessive of her mate. but there are other matters pressing at her attention and she stamps down at feelings or questions she might have about that down.

feyre takes in the untidiness of the room and remembers wryly how rhysand has probably never once had to pick up after himself in his own homes. feyre did much of the cleaning when she lived with her sisters because they refused to do it and while she feels an inch to start plucking pieces of clothing off of things, she forces her focus on him, especially when he says what he does.]


Two months. [ she says it aloud, remembering that time works differently here or so the voice had said. her hands fold in front of her, the fingers of one hand feeling far too naked. two months? how could he stand it? ] And my sisters? Cassian? Azriel? Are they here too? [ are they all... alive? ]
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-23 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Another good reason to find someone who's in charge around here.

[ Some answers would be nice. Answers to any of the myriad questions Elthree has come up with since she powered on in the infirmary. ]
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II. - cw for brief mention of child abuse

[personal profile] homeostatic 2021-10-23 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
( There are times he wishes he could say he's never seen wounds like hers on kids. It's rare in his time, but it still happened, and getting his start in pediatrics meant treating patients just like Ziggy, innocent victims of unspeakable violence.

It's fine that she's angry, and not wanting to talk- believe him, he'd feel the same way -so McCoy doesn't press her to speak, just carries on tending to or outright replacing those sutures where they've been stressed, and otherwise leaving her be. She's lucid, eating, and her vitals are strong- that's the best he can ask for.

He doesn't expect her to fly the coop, but he knows he'd probably do the same, too, and offers up a kind of mild approval once he tracks her down: )


Welp, you made it farther than I thought.
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[personal profile] homeostatic 2021-10-23 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
( He huffs. It's kind of a chuckle, kind of a heavy sigh. )

I'd say they know how to pick 'em then. I just got here from the middle of a firefight in space- 'course I've got regrets at that moment, who wouldn't?

( After a sec, he offers the other man a hand. Might as well start introducing himself. )

Name's McCoy.
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[personal profile] aurable 2021-10-23 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In return Drift offers a wane smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]

I believe the saying is: 'Out of the frying pan and into the fire?'

[ Drift took the proffered hand and gave it a firm shake. Not thinking about how his hand won't have a pulse or other lifelike indicators like temperature or perspiration. ] A pleasure, McCoy. I'm Drift.
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[personal profile] business 2021-10-23 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
( he spares a moment once the door closes shut to pick up a shirt from a pile and put it on, feeling gross from the sweat on his skin, but he's not about to suggest they take this conversation to the shower. he can tolerate sticky skin as long as it takes for them to hash everything out — which won't happen, if he has a naked feyre anywhere near his vicinity. now offering that small distance, rhys leans against the door and crosses his arms over his chest, watching her closely.

it's fairly obvious from the room that he and alina have been more than close with each other — he's not trying to hide it, and they will have to talk about it, but right now it's one step at a time. the most important questions come first — naturally, feyre would be put into a spaceship in the sky, and all her questions would be about the safety of other people. feyre's like that. generous and caring.
)

It's just me here. Now, you. ( it'd been a lot like his time under the mountain. isolated. falling back on old habits, into old masks he used to wear. he bites his lip in thought for a moment, wobbling his head from side to side. ) Your sisters are fine. ( well, nesta is nesta, but — she's fine enough that rhys doesn't have to get into it. ) Cassian's wings were saved, and now they're healed and working just fine. Azriel, Mor, everyone. They're all fine.

( he brings a hand up to purse against his mouth, thumb rubbing his lower lip back and forth in contemplation. rhys is not dumb enough to believe he can keep anything hidden from feyre, not when they're so interwoven, so happy living in each others minds. but is saying it all what's best for her? should he even be making that decision?

no. it's feyre's choice and it always is. clicking his tongue, rhys pulls a small face, half cringing and half apologetic.
)

To be honest with you ... everything with the Hybern King happened awhile ago. Months ago, even before my arrival here. The last thing I remember is celebrating Winter Solstice with you — your first birthday in Velaris.
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-23 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I hope you're right.

[ For all the confidence and self-assurance that Megatron used to possess (and still possesses, in some degree), the fear of sliding back into the person he had been before still loomed large in his mind. In spite of allowing himself to be imprisoned and tried for all his many crimes, he knew it would be easy to justify an escape. To find a way out.

He couldn't allow himself that luxury. ]


I'm sorry.

[ His voice is quiet, thoughtful. ]

For everything.
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[personal profile] aurable 2021-10-23 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
That makes two of us.

[ Call it Ratchet's Rule but Drift had grown to be more realistic over the years. His faith was still deeply important to him, but he stopped allowing himself to fall into the blind trust in fate a long time ago. He couldn't tell himself this would all turn out for the best, let alone promise Megatron the same. ]

I know, but be careful when apologizing for 'everything.' It invites too much negativity to burden that responsibility.

[ Drift offers the faintest smile before adding, ]

You were changing long before you put on the Autobot brand. It took you over ten thousand years to finally put me on the List, after all.