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→ LET'S PARTY

Pick a loser.
(there are specific posts for eames, destiny characters, and overwatch characters)

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And a great time was had by all

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[ooc: She's really missed you, you blasted lying son of the stone. So much that she'll even forgive you writing that blighted book. Someday.]

The second page reads "Try not to fall asleep at your desk next time. P.S. If the coffee is hot, I'm still in the kitchen."

Milly is a firm believer in rewards after hard work, and if kicking D-lister butt isn't hard work, then she doesn't know what is. Okay, so, maybe not as hard work as busting up some serious supervillains or taking on TRIDENT affiliates, but between that whole musical fiasco and the time travel nonsense she and Raiden still haven't really talked about, Milly has seen enough hard work that she thinks a little treat is warranted.

Which is why she's dragged Raiden out for ice cream after a long evening's work of patrolling.

She insists on making him wait while she changes back into civilian clothes before they head to her favorite ice cream place -- not too far from the apartment she shares with Teddy, and a childhood favorite. She used to go here with her parents before her mother died, and with her father after that, but her relationship with her dad has been...pretty lacking lately. Crazy how secretly installing a transforming gun into your kid's hand might disrupt father-daughter relations a little. She's not talking to him much lately.

But none of that shows in Milly's sunny disposition even as the last traces of daylight slip under the horizon; she's absolutely bouncing as they arrive. It's one of those road-side ice cream stands, basically a glorified hut with counter service and it's obviously been here a while. "Here we are," Milly declares proudly, hands on hips. "They've got at least eighty different flavors of soft serve, see?" There is, in fact, a very long list on the board next to the service window. "So, what's your favorite, huh? I mean, you have had ice cream before, right?"

Sorry I trained your dog in Spanish last night. At least he listens to someone now.

Hungover in church. I can feel stained glass Jesus judging me.

[If anyone cared to take notice, a young woman, her red curls bouncing beneath her bonnet, was hurrying down the street, occasionally sparing a glance over her shoulder. Worry creased her brow, and she held on tight to a small woven basked, a dirty old cloth covering whatever it was she had inside.

She kept on until she found the building she was looking for, and carefully began to ascend the steps until she arrived at the correct floor. Still glancing behind her, Nancy approached the end of the hall and knocked.]

Mr. Eames? [She asked, her voice breathless.] Mr. Eames, I'd like to speak with you immediately, if you're in there.

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Is the truth torture? I simply mean for you to be the one who understands him, in this - how far we can get, in these dream lives we build. How easily we can lose ourselves in the wonder of it.

If you help me, I can help you. You have no idea how much sweetness I'm capable of.

[It's been a long time since Natasha and Eames have run into each other. Twenty five years? Maybe thirty. Long enough to feel like a long time, even for her, and while she's still on the young side by the standards of their kind, she's hardly an infant.

She remembers him, though. He wasn't so easy to forget, with his flirty, easy manner and his baffling warm skin.

Natasha was wilder back then, but she can still look on the time fondly. Fondly enough that she doesn't hesitate to approach him when they run into each other at a party in Berlin.]

Hey. That's a familiar face.

[Her hello is mellow, not expecting him to remember her.]

Fagin never did anything without reason, and never anything without getting something in return. And yet, try as she might, Nancy couldn't figure out exactly what it was he had to gain in sending her off with an acquaintance (at best). There was something at play, and, she realized later, not something she wanted to dwell on. The other shoe would drop. It always did.

For now, though, she was left with this man known as Eames. He was handsome, sure, but just nearly everything he wore was terrible. Even Bill had a better fashion sense, and he was just a jeans and t-shirt sort of bloke.

"So I understand this whole thing is sleeping- but I'm going to make this clear to you, Mr. Eames: If you expect me to fuck you, you can get rid of the idea right now." She was sitting, one leg crossed over the other as she watched him work, going about getting set up for Intro To Dreaming or whatever. "'cause I ain't interested."

[Sometimes, every now and then, Cayde wonders why all his pilots can't be like Shiro. Smart. No-nonsense. Gets the job done quickly with no fuss. The answer is that it would be way too simple, and truthfully it does give him an excuse to leave the tower every now and then.]

[And at least Poe has the decency to have a good personality to make up for how every other mission seems to go sideways.]

[Cayde's here because there's no one else ~~willing~~ available to take this mission with Poe, and if it's gonna go bad then they need to at least make sure the Fallen don't track them back to the nearest outpost. They're relentless and have a pretty decent hold out here on Venus, can't have them trashing what little Guardian presence they have.]

[After a little bit of doing loops on his sparrow, (making doubly sure he's hard to track, you know,) Cayde jumps off at the established rendezvous and waves on approach. He's late, but listen. It's fine.]

See anything interesting?

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nice try, but nobody likes hearin things better in my accent

[ mancunian accents are, uh. almost nobody outside manchester likes them and he's well aware ]

you're sweet, but we all got our parts to play in there and that's mine

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Why not? Ain't a real emergency.

[ most of his blood is still inside his body it's FINE ]

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for the warden herself;

terry

Varric!

Terry

CRASHES INTO THIS FOR CYBORG FAMILY BONDING TIMES

k8

k8 take 2

FRANK

oswald.....

Victorian AU is go!

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inception au idek what I'm doing