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Entry tags:
- ace attorney: phoenix wright,
- angels in america: prior,
- blood+: saya otonashi,
- covert affairs: annie walker,
- kingdom hearts: roxas,
- outlander: claire fraser,
- penumbra podcast: juno steel,
- riverdale: cheryl blossom,
- saiyuki: genjo sanzo,
- star trek: kathryn janeway,
- stargate: john sheppard,
- teahouse: linneus,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- torchwood: ianto jones,
- ygo: yusei fudo
TEXT; UN: J.SHEPPARD
Alright, new pop quiz. When you think of home, what do you think of?
[ Open question, which he's not going to expand on unless prompted -- though really he's curious about something specific. Do people consider Olympia or Wyver their home now? Maybe the Natha station? Or do they think of home worlds they've been told no longer exist? ]
[ Open question, which he's not going to expand on unless prompted -- though really he's curious about something specific. Do people consider Olympia or Wyver their home now? Maybe the Natha station? Or do they think of home worlds they've been told no longer exist? ]
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John looks up sharply in surprise at that, confusion painting over his features. Why would --
Oh, well, he supposes it was... weird that Prior was actually in his dreams. He'd said he... hadn't done it on purpose though, right? Hesitation plays over his features for a moment, then John gives a half shrug. ]
Don't get me wrong, having people walk around in my nightmares isn't exactly my idea of a good time... but, if you didn't do it on purpose then...
[ Then it's not your fault, he gets that. ]
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I can't do it on purpose. [Yet, anyway. Things seem to be in flux. There was a time when it all came as a shock to him: every flash of someone's secret personal movie reels. Each time something came to him he shouldn't have been able to know. Now he's used to the sensation, and finds he can push it from his end. Just a little. Only sometimes. Still.]
But it seems it can be a side effect of getting too close. I don't know if I'd seek that out, if I had the choice.
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John leans back against the wall a little more, cradling the dog against his chest. She wriggles and he gives in and lets go, sets her down and sends the toy skittering across the floor for her. ]
Does that make us too close?
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You're one of... maybe four people here who even knows about this - about me. So. Close enough.
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[ Blood from a stone, getting information from John Sheppard. Not a lot of people put in the effort. ]
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[When it comes to things like accidentally joyriding someone's dreams or memories, is what he means, of course.]
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He wants to say something else, but he doesn't know how to word it. He wants to know if it's just him who feels the tension sometimes when Prior sits close and touches him. He wants to know if Prior thinks he's being unfair or leading him on, but he told him he doesn't have to let up on the innuendo so maybe not? ]
I guess it's a good thing I like danger then.
[ Isn't it? ]
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[Yeah, anyone who met the boy he used to be, determinedly fearless and looking for - whatever - in all the wrong places knows that's not quite true. Besides, the years before he came here had been safe. Stable, domestic. And look how that ended up. Safe doesn't really exist at all.
But here he is now, playing it safe anyway. He's not so fearless anymore, it's too easy to break things. Still. He looks at John for a long minute, and maybe he's about to say something more when the puppy hurls itself across his lap and knocks his water glass spinning across the floor between John and himself.] Shit!
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Why.
John blinks in surprise then rolls his eyes, reaches over to pick her up. There's water in her fur that she immediately gets onto his t-shirt by squirming, not to mention the water soaking into his grey sweatpants. ]
Sorry, I think she's a little too excited by new things. Come on, I think you need a time out.
[ Is this a game!! She loves games!! John gently keeps his grip on her and carries her across the room to a crate. ]
Listen, we had a deal okay? The deal was, you don't cause me trouble and I don't put you in the crate. You broke the deal.
[ Oh no, this is the worst thing! She doesn't want to be in the crate!
She lets out a yap of protest as he puts her in, but he at least gives her the squeaker before closing it.
She is now in the deepest throes of puppy woe. ]
You watch your mouth young lady. Think about what you've done.
[ This means no barking, theoretically. He sighs, looks down at himself and winces. ]
I'll get some towels.
[ At least he doesn't have carpet? John crosses the small space to the bathroom and begins digging out some large enough to dry off with. ]
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comes back out to find Prior perched on the end of one bed, his coat slung across the other, and a small wriggly puppy tucked into his arms and apparently washing him from chin to nose.
Look. This doesn't make him a dog person.]
You can't punish her for my mistake. You see, this is the problem with dogs, they're so guilty. You can be as mad at a cat as you want, it won't give a crap but dogs? They'll chew themselves up.
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Prior, you are already a bad influence!
John flicks an idly amused smile, holding out a towel as he approaches. ]
You're going to end up smelling like wet dog, you know that?
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It mostly got my coat. Unlike you, for whom this appears to have been a... revealing experience.
[Largely a joke but - gray sweat pants John, really.]
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[ They're fine for lounging around on the floor in! He didn't expect someone to throw a glass on him. John inspects the spillage hesitantly, stops to get up the worst of the water then throws the towel he's holding back into the bathroom. ]
I'm beginning to think the two of you are working together.
[ Is this some ploy that you've set up with his dog, Prior? Somehow he wouldn't put it past you. ]
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[The advantage of a worthless leg: not having to feel obliged to get up and help when somebody else is cleaning floors. Prior simply shuffles more comfortably onto the bed and settles in to watch, while the puppy in his arms apparently does the same. Partners in crime? It's always possible.
Prior turns his head to follow the trajectory of the towel.]
Or your laundry skills? Those I fear may be beyond help already. [Don't you have a towel rail?]
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[ No, he does not. Have you seen the size of this place? It's budget. John plucks at his damp t-shirt and wrinkles his nose, then plucks at the wet sweatpants. He should probably change. ]
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[Done drying a small dog's ears, Prior gives John a look, then crooks a finger his way.]
Come here.
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[ Please, let the other mortals have a chance Prior. John paces over anyway, though, at least partly so he can reach out and ruffle the damp dog. Motherhood suits you, look at this spoilt child. ]
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[Said spoiled child is now sprawling on the blankets, looking jealously at the towel, the corner of which Prior uses to dab at John's poor, overworked forehead, before tying it in a neat toga around his waist.]
There. Take them off.
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If you're concerned too much of my skin might make you faint I could have just closed myself in the bathroom for a minute.
[ Do you just want him in a toga, is that what this is. ]
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[Prior would look far more innocent about this if he wasn't clearly biting the inside of his cheek to hold off a grin - then grinning anyway.]
If you're anxious about being seen in a skirt, you can hide in the closet 'til you're ready.
[A method tried and true.]
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[ He hasn't!
Still, he turns to begin fishing in a small set of drawers -- tugs out a pair of sweatpants which he temporarily drapes over one shoulder followed by a t-shirt. ]
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So you are well and truly out, then? [He gestures round the room without really pointing at anything specific.] And this, it's all public and official?
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I guess I've got one foot out the doorway.
[ He tugs his t-shirt over his head with a slight wince, picks up the end of his towel toga to rub some excessive water off his chest. There's a vague pattern of light imperfections on his back, a few larger ones on his chest, which he quickly covers by pulling on a new t-shirt.
It's a plain grey one, no panda today. ]
I mean, I'm pretty sure lots of people know. I'm not hiding it, I'm just not... advertising it either.
[ He winces, because that's still not good, then turns to study Prior properly. ]
There's a guy from my job who woke up last month and it's just sort of... awkward.
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[He's hamming up the theatrics, as he tends to, in that half-amused, half-despairing tone that currently seems to be reserved just for John. But when he turns, he'll find Prior studying him right back, lip bitten down in the corner.]
But that does explain what I'd been wondering. About the single beds. This colleague. Is he violent? Huge? Terrifying?
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Don't judge me on the beds, they came with the place and there's no room to push them together. I'm looking for a bigger apartment with a proper bedroom.
[ So there. The room layout is not a choice, it's just a thing they're coping with. ]
And he's not, but his complete lack of social tact is pretty frightening.
[ Rodney McKay is an Experience. ]
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