7th Dusting

[makeitquick]

[So okay, earlier today, Melaka was on a ship. She said she'd sign up for it and she actually had a lot of fun touring around it, meeting people, and generally getting to know what was going on in the high seas. In any case, the point is that her spirits are much higher now than in December. So much so that when the makes it home and deals with Gates... she decides to finally try something she learned apparently is a check to see if people made it home she learned the other day.]

[Voice // Filtered to Harth (BROKEN)]

Hey, Harth- are... [it fails.] ...Hah. [She thought so.

She's not sure if she should feel empty or relieved. So about a month now, she knew this was going to be the case. She knew that Harth was gone. That's part of why she freaked out last month. But anyway, she now considers how she wants to spend her night? Patrol? No. Summers? Maybe, but not really. She considers... and for some reason her mind comes back to Azusa. She hasn't seen the other woman all day, but the idea of a beer with her sounds appealing right now. Well, she just made a filter, might as well make a another ones - last time she did it public, people commented on her after all]

[Voice // Filtered to Azusa (BROKEN)]

Azu, we gotta get a- [it fails.] ... Azu? C'mon, beer- [it fails.] ...Azu? [A pause. And she tries to flip through the journal to try to find that thing where he ping people. She's not there. Her voice actually sounds a bit scared] ...Azu? Azu, are you-? [It fails.

...It failed. She's... gone? She remembers the emotional reactions she's seen other people have. Buffy, when she was numb. That Cordelia woman just the other day. And during those times, she thought those people were just... silly. Because going home, that's the dream. she wants nothing more than to go home every single day she's here, there's no excepts. but right now, all that she knows is that most likely, she will never see Azusa Miura again. For some reason, she looks around her flat and sees some of the gifts she got some that woman. And... she... she's sad. She's really sad, for some reason. a lump is growing in her throat. Which is why this next part comes out throaty]

[Voice // Public]

...S-Summers. [F-fuck, she actually had her voice crack] ...Chief? Whoever. Let's get a beer.

[And even if Buffy refuses, she's going to be at the bar (Good Spirits, that is). she'll probably look silly because she'll be sitting next to a little stuffed dog as she nurses her... whatever. She doesn't even know what she's drinking. she doesn't even really care right now. The drinking isn't even a coping mechanism, not really. It's just that right now her body feels heavy and what she most wants to do (to be on a grab, to take something, to get in a fight) isn't incredibly possible here except in that stupid dome, which won't feel right and she knows it. ...Except maybe that Isaac guy? No, no. she's in a bad mood, she can't possibly focus for that sort of fight if he's at all what he talks like.

EDIT: for the broken filters feel free to assume any or all of that is public]

Comments

[herotypical]

...Mel?

[ she seems to almost leap on the mention of her name. something in the quality of the other slayer's tone -- something that tugs at her own carefully controlled misery. ]

S-sure. A beer. Or a cooler, at the very least.

[makeitquick]

Good. Let's go.

[hard, a bit of forcing herself involved, actually]

[herotypical]

[ ...what a day this turning out to be. ]

Meet you there? O-or would you rather have me swing by yours?

[makeitquick]

Not your date. Meet me there.

[herotypical]

...You're missing out. I make a pretty kick-butt date.

[ but with that? she shuts the book and gets on her way. ]

[makeitquick]

[Melaka doesn't hear that now - in a while she'll open her book again and laugh but... not now. Right now she's going to be at Good Spirits, nervously pulling on her own sleeve. Well, not even nervous. It's sort of somewhere between alarm, grief, and irritation at all of the above]

[herotypical]

[ buffy arrives with very little pomp and circumstances -- grabbing a stool next to melaka and working her gloves off of her fingers. ]

Hey. What's the what, anyway?

[makeitquick]

What's the what?

[No idea what that means. Or maybe she does but she wants Summers to spell it out]

[herotypical]

What's up? What's happening? What is the what that's going on?

[bamfing]

[Broken filters, followed by that? It's not hard to put two and two together.]

Melaka? Is everything- [No, of course it's not.] I mean, do you still want company? No milkshakes this time.

[makeitquick]

[None of them, huh ... ]

Why not?

[bamfing]

[He'll assume she meant that in regards to company, so...]

Right... Good Spirits it is.

[makeitquick]

Alright, solid. Yeah.

["See you there?" No, she's annoyed at herself. She is not this fragile. She heads to the bar now]

[bamfing]

[He'll be there before she is. He's not a drinker, but he did at least try to order a mixed drink. Just enough to get him buzzed and... be social drinking.]

Hey Melaka. [A smile and trying to be casual. No need to make this a big thing here.]

[makeitquick]

[Of course he will. she shakes her head when she arrives to see him right there. To be honest, she isn't either. A lot of social... things. Azusa got her into it, honestly. Most she was just here a lot because Summers was. But. Her eyes narrow. No, no. Don't focus on the "loss"]

Hey.

[bamfing]

[Kurt, on the other hand, is rarely here because of Summers. Go figure, huh?]

Hey. Do you ah... know what you're getting?

[makeitquick]

Not... really. [Corona? Something more generic? Same brand Melaka got her. Nnnnh]

[touchofrogue]

Hey, Mel. [Yeah, this isn't too hard to put together.] Beer sounds okay by me.

[makeitquick]

Good. Let's go.

[Stress, what stress?]

[touchofrogue]

Right. Meet you there.

[And so she does.]

[makeitquick]

[Melaka will be dragging herself a bit. She'll make it, of course, but with less weapons than normal, and a lot more... disoriented-ness]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue's got a beer out for Melaka... but for herself, she has a Pepsi. Lack of control and her mutation don't add up well.]

Hey.

[makeitquick]

[Oh, cool. beer, she takes it and is going to sniff that before anything else]

Hey.

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue is really excellent at not asking stupid questions like "Are you all right?" or "What's wrong." She just takes sip of her Pepsi.]

Can ya even get a buzz from that?

[Healing factor and all...]

[makeitquick]

[Sniff... sniff, and then the smallest sip ever]

'Course. ...Too much've one, ack. [Sniff, sniff. Okay she won't be totally under from this one]