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[a_different_future]

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[sssiiiiirrrrr]

I found the berries.

Thank you, they're a very thoughtful gesture.

[DELICIOUS SYMBOLIC BERRIES.]

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[a_different_future]

I should hope so; I made sure to leave them in front of your cabin door.

I trust you understand what they said?

Re: text

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

Every day, we are all but permutations of ourselves.

Although I still think you are uncommonly at ease with that idea.

[a_different_future]

You can't be too attached to who you are. You might be someone else tomorrow. We might as well enjoy what we have when we have it.

This place makes those facts abundantly clear.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

If I accept that premise, though, then presumably I shouldn't be too attached to who anyone else is either.

I prefer the other way of thinking about it. That all of the things we become here are in some way, already contained within us.

Backdated to 2/4

[stormandwind]

[Tris is death tolling and obviously miserable, this message brought to you from a bed in Rosethorn's cabin, though not Tris's room. No stairs are happening.]

Clark, do you by chance have nightclothes in the spare wardrobe you bought in Stockholm? Not for me.

[She tilts the camera to where Francesco is sitting next to her in bed. Her boyfriend usually sleeps underwater as a crustacean and has no pajamas. Help?]

[a_different_future]

Aha.

[ Which sets him going through a mental inventory of everything in the wardrobe. ]

There's plenty of options, actually. Including some in his stated color preference. Do you need me to bring some by?

[stormandwind]

[Feel free to tease her later, Clark.]

That would be very much appreciated. Or, [a glance at Francesco, since she's not sure he'll leave her alone after promising to stay] I can survive a little while on my own. Erskine should be here soon. I've been promised magic soup.

[Magic soup and no 'I told you so's. Her inmate is being very good to her.]

[a_different_future]

If he doesn't object, I'll just bring them by. Any preference on material?

If I recall correctly, there's silk, cotton, and a fleece option.

[sonofafish]

Silk.

[Because obviously silk.]

This is appreciated.

[private][postflood]

[routemistress]

'Ey Clark? I might 'ave committed meself to a temporal intervention in your world. I thought I'd best touch base with you before I go charging in.

[private][postflood]

[a_different_future]

Well, I haven't ceased to exist, so it can't be that bad.

[private][postflood]

[routemistress]

I'm extracting Tess. I mean, unless you were going to? She said not, so I said I would.

[private][postflood]

[a_different_future]

[ There's a long pause before the answer comes. ]

I wasn't. Trust me when I say I had my reasons.

But if you can save her

No, if she worked with you to save herself, then I'm the last person who'd stand in the way.

[private][postflood]

[routemistress]

I do trust you, my darling. Always.

She reminds me of my daughter.

Voice; Private

[notrosecolored]

Can you come by my cabin? Knock when you get here, I'll let you in.

spam

[a_different_future]

There was no knock. But within roughly a minute, there was a voice through the door noting:

"I always knock."

Re: spam

[notrosecolored]

He opens the door at Clark's voice.

"Yeah, but it's usually consideration not a necessity." The cabin is completely clean, though it still smells very faintly of blood if you can get past cleaning supplies and other scents. He's also not wearing a shirt, but facing Clark the only thing visible is that slightly moving and constant X scar.

"I need a favor." But that only comes after he's closed and relocked the door.

permaspam

[a_different_future]

Clark only raises an eyebrow as he settles against the once-again locked door, arms crossed thoughtfully.

"You know my answer."

Namely, if it was within his power, he'd get it done.

permaspam

[notrosecolored]

"I know and I'm sorry for counting on that." Just to get that out of the way before he turns around and shows the (scarred because Erskine and his magic) sigil on his back. "That should be fairly shallow. Burn it off."

audio, backdated to a couple weeks before the Better than Nothing port

[stormandwind]

[Her voice is relatively even, but there are small undercurrents of both nerves and embarrassment.]

Kal, I know that you don't mind Fives going to bed with other people. Do you have any objection to me, specifically, sleeping with him?

[She hesitates just a fraction of second before unnecessarily admitting aloud:] I want to, but I also want to avoid doing anything that would hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

[a_different_future]

[ ...he actually looks at the communicator for a moment before-]

Tris, of course not. Why would I-

[ The smile is in his voice.]

I was actually sort of hoping something like that might happen. After all, I can hardly want anything but for my sister and someone I love as much as Fives to find partners who are worthy of them. And I think it's obvious how I feel about you both.

[stormandwind]

[It's the answer she expected, but it still comes as a relief. She's smiling when she replies, sounding much less nervous, if just as embarrassed.]

Thank you, Clark. I'm glad you feel that way, because, ah... [Tris never uses audio. Always text or video. Clark is intuitive enough and familiar enough with her habits that he can probably guess why she's chosen it for this particular conversation. He may not be able to see her blushing bright red, but it's fairly obvious from her voice alone.]

I was already out of half my clothes before we stopped to call you. I should go now.

[a_different_future]

[ He can't help a laugh because, well, yes of course. Of course she did. ]

Shame on you, talking to me while a naked Fives is there for you. Go on, and give him a kiss for me at the very least.

[stormandwind]

He's not naked. Yet. Good night, Clark.