This crew depends on me...

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As long as we're living and breathing, there's more we can do. We just have to be strong enough. captain . earther ACTION TEXT HANDWAVE

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continued from here

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[ It's the next morning when James reaches out to Gabe, checking in as promised the evening before. ]

You want to grab breakfast in an hour?

[ Enough time to confirm what he already knows, already feels; that Amos is gone. ]

[minuteofangle]

[ They don't really talk about things after the dragon's dealt with, which suits Gabe just fine, but he knows it's coming. This shit's inevitable and there's really no use putting it off. So. ]

Sure. Where?

[ He's gotten pretty handy with text to voice now. ]

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I'm feeling waffles. That place near the gardens makes some. Whoever gets there first grabs a table? That or we eat them in the gardens...your call.

[ Jim's giving an option for optimal privacy, whichever puts his friend more at ease. ]

[minuteofangle]

Cool. Let's do the gardens.

[ More privacy. Less chance of anyone eavesdropping. ]

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[ He's waiting outside the café, hands in the pockets of his Rocinante jumpsuit and demeanor withdrawn. Gaze is glazed over and focused on the ground. Jim purposefully wore the crew outfit for the semblance of closeness to something recently lost. Because of course he hadn't found Amos. He was, what? Back home? In some other circle of Hell? Dead dead?

Jim is grateful to have the distraction of following up with Rodriguez. See if the guy needs anything, post-kidnapping or for the situation with his eyesight. ]

[minuteofangle]

[ They are, inevitably, going to have to talk about this. No way around it. Gabe just sighs and resolves to get through it one way or another. He shows up, though, and hums when he notices Holden. He knows the shape of him by now. ]

Hey.

NETWORK \\ UN: CERVANTES

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text (with attached picture) un: Lugosi

[cleptes]

[ Attached to the text message is a selfie of Bela in the night club, her smiling face illuminated by the neon lights. She is also holding a couple of glowsticks.]

Hi.

I dislike rave music as much as the next person, but I'll make an exception if you come down here and show me off some of those twenty-fourth century dance moves.

Oh, and there's a dress code apparently. I'm sure you'll get away with a tank top and some shorts.

Hope to see you soon.

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Thanks for the warning, because losing my clothes was jarring enough the first time.

Give me a minute and I'll meet you at the bar?

[cleptes]

You're welcome. I know you'd give me an advanced warning too.

Alright. I'll see you shortly and have a drink waiting.

→ acton ; 'Hypa, hypa, you're pretty and I like ya / Move your body, girl, all night long'

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[ James boldy (and somewhat nervously) shows up topless, hoping that the club will provide something to accompanying the obnoxiously tiny swim trunks. Though he was prepared for feeling like a fool, what they hand him isn't all that bad, it's just that the whole outfit (the demons said the shirt remains open or he can go without), looking down at himself, still triggers asshat syndrome. Or tooly douchbag, maybe.

There's a prolonged sigh before Holden weaves through neon and nudity and the like to locate Bela. The picture didn't quite do her justice, because the level of hotness elevates at seeing her in the flesh. A lot more flesh than their previous encounters. He's starting to think that this night may not go the way in which he was envisioning when first reading the text message. ]

[cleptes]

[ Bela doesn't know what he is going to turn up when he arrives, but she wouldn't be surprised if the demons decided to have a little fun with him. It took a lot of charm on her part to convince the demons to let her get away with some clothing.

She is leaning against a table, two tall glasses of some bright blue liquid placed in front of her - Bela doesn't know what's in them, but the pink straws make it fun.

When she sees him standing in front of her, Bela smiles widely and takes a long moment to appreciate what he was wearing - or not wearing, in this case. He looks damn good and it absolutely increases her attraction to him. ]

Hi. It's nice to see you again.

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[ The drinks are ignored in the moment, his gaze too distracted by the way Bela's glow sticks highlight her figure, and he rubs at his chin with a smile wide enough to display teeth. James uses the excuse of excessive noise brought about by the music, the patrons, as he leans in a bit to be heard. Only, there's a breath wherein he doesn't know what the fuck to say, and a nervous laugh precedes -- ] I don't know if this is what I had in mind when I extended that invitation, but it'll do.

[ As he retreats, the blue and pink colors catch Jim's eye and he nods at the drinks. ]

Did they give those to you or did you buy them?

[ He has very little doubt that they aren't drugged if they were just freely given. ]

text | un:sicparvismagna; backdated to after A Hellishly Infernal Summer

[duderaider]

Hey, you busy?

[chaos_magnet]

Nothing that can't be set aside. What's going on?

[duderaider]

I need to get out of my [head. he needs to get out of his own head] room for awhile. You wanna go grab a drink or something?

[chaos_magnet]

Sure. Drinks at an establishment or grab-and-go somewhere else? I think we have bourbon and maybe beer?

[duderaider]

Uh.

How good are you at, like, running, jumping, climbing trees?

[possibly literally, as he has this sudden need to be as far away from the hotel as possible. his first thoughts are either finding a nice, quiet cliffside in Cabeswater or, perhaps a little closer and a little less dangerously, climbing up onto the roof of the theatre]

text: un: sicparvismagna; backdated to just after Elena's arrival

[duderaider]

Hey, so uh. You got a minute?

I've got someone I want you to meet.

[chaos_magnet]

Oh yeah? Color me curious and available in twenty minutes. Where should I meet you?

[duderaider]

Hotel bar, maybe? Twenty minutes?

[and yeah, he realizes that James already specified twenty minutes, but he's a little anxious that Elena is here, period, for all that this is literally hell, and a little nervous about introducing them, beyond. he has no reason to think he and Elena won't get along, but he sure hopes they get along]

⇉ action;

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See you then.

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[ He's curious, to say the least, comfortably leaning against the bar top with arms loosely folded and no drink in sight; James is being both polite and unsure which type of drink this encounter may or may not call for. ]

[duderaider]

[Nathan, meanwhile, give the same cryptic message to his wife, albeit in person, tapping her on the shoulder as he moves past her and where ever she's sitting on his way to the door]

Hey, c'mmon. There's someone I want you to meet.

[he's absolutely not going to tell her that James has become kind of a stand-in for Sam, for all that Elena probably doesn't like Sam much, at this point, all things considered]

HANDWAVED -

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