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[ OPEN ] Hot Springs Episode!

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: The Second Flight
WHEN: DAY :022
SUMMARY: The Sauna!
WARNINGS: Nekkid times.

[ A few hours after the murder, she hasn't blown the ship up, and here they are. Another knock knock on everyone's brain: ]

( For those of you that are interested - I have secured us a place at the Sauna. Free for us to be use without interruption from outsiders.

You are to be clean before you come in. )

[ Maybe you're here because she bullied you, maybe you want to soak - maybe you're the poor bastard that is standing guard at the door. Either way, welcome to the Suana, have fun. Or don't. ]

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I'd say let it out but I'm not sure how much the sauna would overflow– it sounds rather serious.

[ Ok, he's being cheeky and kind of an ass but this is how he knows how to deal with tears. Which is. Well, not very great. Then again, it's easier than the other way, which included a lot more coddling and he's pretty sure Annie would elbow him in the ribs if he even tried. ]

I'll kill you too.

[ Right here in the sauna. ]

They'll have to clean up a second round of bodies out of here.

Don't make threats you don't intend to keep, little Miss Annie.

[ He tsks at her, adding to the silliness of it all. ]

Besides, trying to kill me near water is moot.

Fun fact, I will say literally whatever the hell I feel like.

[ And she'd love to see literally any one of these hosts try and stop her. They'd have to tackle her and gag her, and even then she still had telepathy. Make me. Stop me. I do what I want. ]

Is that what the ice was? Glaciapath?

[ Fucking latin. Ice-passion. ]

[ November laughs a little at that– Annie never minces words. Beyond her proving her own words before, he believes her wholeheartedly. ]

It's my gift from the gate, after what happened in South America. I can freeze any liquid on contact.

Just because you have home turf advantage doesn't mean I can't kick your ass.

[ This would sound like more of a threat if she herself didn't sound so pleased about it. ]

Fuckin' ice wielding shitheads always think you're real clever cuz you've got high defensive flexibility with some fuckin' offensive capabilities.

[ It's like she may or may not have trained with one before. ]

But there's pros and cons to everybody's game.

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[ At her vicious comment, he laughs, the sound ringing in the enclosed space of the sauna. It shouldn't be funny, but she sounds so amused that he can't help himself. ]

Yes, well, it's certainly handy when the human body is seventy percent water. I do have a con though, but I'm not about to spill so easily.

[ She likes to fight. If she can't fuck, she will assuredly find someone to fight -- Something that just isn't an option during much of this mission. Picking fights would definitely break their rules about not outing the whole group, would defy that assumption that their 'kind' was shy and demure. She hates this mission. ]

I am definitely gonna beat you up when we get back to the Station.

[ Declared as she settles cozily against his side, eyes closing with a smile. ]

[ Conversely, he doesn't like to fight. Not in the way that Annie does. November doesn't see the reason to stir the pot unless it's necessary– like it had been with BK-201, or with Maki. He fights out of survival and for the upper hand, because it usually doesn't do much in the way of letting off steam.

Of course, this mission is a little more up his alley than it is Annie's. He can play shy, naive, innocent. He can put on whatever mask is asked of him, because years in MI6 has trained him for it. ]

Oh good, I can't wait. I haven't been beaten up since eighth form.

[ November loops his arm around her small shoulders and settles as well, enjoying the passing tension and the warmth of the water. ]

There's nothing else to do back there anyway. Station's creepy.

[ White and empty and sterile. She'd filled her time there forcing people to run laps and spar and play dodgeball. Even then she'd been restless, had started a mural of Final Fantasy shit in Noctis's little cove, had roamed around looking for unsuspecting hosts to have sex with. The usual. ]

Creepy?

[ Ok, the nesting deck was pretty weird. All those pods. Potentially with people in them. Something like out of a morgue. Though, he hadn't gotten a good look around at anything else. The word sterile sticks in his mind and he's not sure if it came from Annie or if it was an subconscious observation of his own for the short period he'd been on the station. ]

Yeah. The kind of place aliens would kidnap you to, to do experiments on you?

[ Oh... right... ]

Uncanny. Unwelcoming. Uncomfortable.

[ She could keep this up all day. ]

Well, considering the circumstances...

[ Isn't that exactly what happened to them? ]

Also, you do realize I don't feel any of those things anymore. [ Discomfort and the first bites of fear are a thing of the past. ]

Well that's fucking great for you!

[ She just... splashes him in the face, whatever. ]

I still feel shit, it sucks.

[ November doesn't even bother to dodge the water, simply laughing in the aftermath. He's already damp, so who cares? ]

I imagine that must be very difficult for you. [ A pause and then: ] If you ever need to not feel anything, you know who to ask.

Egh. Don't offer me that kind of shit like you're my fucking drug dealer.

[ Isn't it already bad enough he's enabling her drinking? ]

When you say it like that– perhaps I should renege on that offer.

[ And he's not enabling her drinking. Not totally. Just, maybe for now. He might not feel emotional turmoil anymore, but he knows what it looks like. And everyone needs their own ways to cope.

Though speaking of which: ]

Then again, it would be better than drinking yourself into a stupor, so I suppose there's an upside.

Nobody but Noctis lets me hang around in his head like that, and he's my fuckin' broodmate, so he doesn't get a choice.

[ A statement of her suspicions. What could possibly be in it for him. ]

[ What is in it for him? He supposes it's a bit altruistic to offer. But he's a little blunt when he answers, silently:

Stability.

They're all connected. And even though Annie isn't in his brood, their connection is still there. It's like a wound he can't ignore, when she's drowning in her misery. ]

I'm sure if Noctis were less upstanding, he'd wouldn't let you.

[ For some reason she feels like she should protest. That there's no possible fucking existence where Noctis wouldn't even try to love her. She frowns. ]

Yeah, well, he's a dumb baby prince. What else do you expect.

A dumb baby prince.

[ November echoes her description, but his tone is amused. What a way to talk about Noctis. Those aren't quite the words he would've used, even if they're somewhere in the truth. ]

He does seem quite earnest. And stubborn.

[ She loves Prince Noctis so much it hurts. Earnest. Stubborn. Those are words that fill her with an affection she obviously isn't able to hide from November after dumping so much of herself into his empty receptacle. ]

The stubborn part is the only reason he can deal with me.

[ The flood of affection is so strong it almost feels like it's his own. But that's what this is, a bleedover. And Annie feels so much at any given moment– it's interesting to experience in this manner, after so long of feeling nothing but numbness. ]

And your stubbornness leads you to try and shove away, hm? Sounds like you've met your match.

Shut up.

[ An exhale of exasperation. ]

I don't shove him away all the time.

[ Sometimes she wanted to outright consume him. Kiss his mouth until it was red, fuck him silly. Something like that. She can barely keep her hands off him at times, fingers clutched into his clothes, arms around his neck. It was terrifying, with the amplification of the symbiote--

So no wonder she wanted to shove him away sometimes too. ]

What do you know about it, you robot.

No? I suppose you don't.

[ That's the game, a push and pull. Like tides, like water and the ocean; like Annie, an all-consuming deluge in one moment and then leaving nothing but salt and brine in the aftermath. When she forces herself to pull away, at any rate. ]

I don't know if anyone's told you, but studying people and patterns is part of spywork. I'd say I know enough to get by.

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