RP > nostalgia strikes again

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ It is a relatively quiet day in the apartment of one Saga Laskaris- unless you were to wander into the kitchen. Then you would find all manner of things happening, dishes heaped up everywhere, and some very tantalizing smells coming from the sizzling skillets on the stove top. In the middle of it is Alabaster, in a simple t-shirt and jeans (and no shoes. Just socks), bustling back and forth, metallic arms zipping everywhere. ]

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[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Only when it's Valentines Day, and even then, people are a little more... reserved.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

... Then what-? [ he has a feeling he already knows the answer ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... You really shouldn't have come with me for this one.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

It's a bit late for that.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Maybe if you go home now, it won't know any better.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

...I can, though I'd rather not.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Trust me, you don't want to deal with this one. If I'm right, and it's Gebo, the last thing you'll want to do is have it enter y-- [ watch out for the deep blue spark of light flying for you ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ what spark? Oh that one- whoops ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ ... this is going to be a horrible day. ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I take it that was it- [ "horrible" is really in the eye of the beholder ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... Well, on the bright side, we've got it... isolated now. [ she's trying to figure out how it could have infected so many people, but first things first ] So, um, if we head back...

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ Just. Nodding. Saga plz do that thing you do and find home ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ what am I, Lassie-- but she is indeed doing that thing she does and reaching her apartment in a record-breaking ten minutes ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ yay apartment! ] ...So what are we supposed to do?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ chanting something under her breath for a moment and the walls are glowing faintly red. ] Whenever it leaves you, it won't be able to leave this place, so we just need to figure out how to get it to leave you. [ glancing up at him, clearly concerned ] Do you feel any differently? If I could just figure out how it got transmitted...

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I keep expecting to, but I don't.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... That's strange. Here... [ holding out her hand ] Let me see if I can feel what it's doing.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ taking her hand then wtf this is so weird who knew runes liked to hang out in oil and clockwork ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

It... feels like it's dormant, but-- [ oh no wait, there is some sharp kind of tingle and she's jerking back ] ... Physical contact?!

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Should not... have done that... probably... [ don't mind him, he's a mite distracted ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ that face is NOT FAIR, she's trying very hard to resist this ]

... [ drawing in a shaky breath ] How do you feel now?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ there's a bit of a pause before he answers ] ... Different. I'd guess it's not dormant anymore.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ she's laughing weakly and shaking her head (because she'd probably cry otherwise) ] No, it's definitely not dormant right now.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

... I suppose I should apologize. [ even though he says it as he's reaching to run his fingers through her hair ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... No. [ and again, there's that slight intake of breath, and her fingers are gently making contact with his cheek ] I was the one who... dragged you into this.