[ During the Fox and the Hare mission, after the Infiltration team gets released. ]
Natasha? Are you all okay? Do you need help or to be picked up somewhere?
Natasha? Are you all okay? Do you need help or to be picked up somewhere?
[ one morning on the station, on each orber's door, the following hand-written note (in fancy calligraphy) will be taped:

the orber can choose to attend or simply listen in to the meeting when it occurs, or they may ignore it altogether. ]

the orber can choose to attend or simply listen in to the meeting when it occurs, or they may ignore it altogether. ]
[ A good long while after all of this and more happens, Natasha will receive a text message. Or rather, it's not so much text. It's a picture of one of the bottles of alcohol from storage, sat on the floor of one of the empty, unclaimed rooms. A moment later, the room number follows as a text. ]
[ She's lovely, really; Dean's not without marks himself, though he's lucky in that when he was dragged out of hell, all those hellhound slashes and previous scars and badly healed broken fingers -- good as new.
Thanks Cas.
He admires her for a moment before being pulled near, though he flicks his eyes down at the tattoo. Usually, he lies. No one would ever believe what it's really for back home (except Lisa, but we don't talk about Lisa), so it's easier just to make something up. A drunken dare, something like that.
Instead-- ]
It's an anti-possession symbol. Stops demons from slipping in and using me as a meat puppet.
Thanks Cas.
He admires her for a moment before being pulled near, though he flicks his eyes down at the tattoo. Usually, he lies. No one would ever believe what it's really for back home (except Lisa, but we don't talk about Lisa), so it's easier just to make something up. A drunken dare, something like that.
Instead-- ]
It's an anti-possession symbol. Stops demons from slipping in and using me as a meat puppet.
[ yet another flyer ends up on every orber's door, evidently by the same culprit as last time, except now it's a more colorful display:

the back of the flyer features more details about the play and its characters, and soon enough, an announcement from rita herself goes public, giving more context about the event, which all can sign up for. ]

the back of the flyer features more details about the play and its characters, and soon enough, an announcement from rita herself goes public, giving more context about the event, which all can sign up for. ]
[ Before Peter goes back home for good, he leaves a wrapped package in front of Natasha'sdoor. Inside she will find the oversized sweater he lend her during their time on the Fox adn the Hare mission. ]
This is a test. Do you know who I am?
Text. un: Anon. Mid-mission, once things start to get spooky
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How do fish get to the hospital?
[Finn walks up to the box, squinting down into it thoughtfully. Apparently, gift giving was the custom around here. A human custom, as far as Finn could tell. The thought gives him a weird fluttering in his stomach as he focuses on one of the new people he's met -- human or not -- racking his brain for what they might want...]
Hrm... [Natasha was a tricky one. It's amazing how they could talk for so long and he still felt like he knew so little about her. It kinda felt like it was on purpose. If it weren't for that network concert--Finn stops that train of thought, grinning down into the box.] Oh I gotcha now, Nat.
Later...
[This month's supply drop has arrived and with it, a little something special for Natasha. She'll see a box wrapped in deep navy paper, a creamy white bow, and a small glittery gold tag with 'From Finn' printed on it. The wrapping job is too neat to be from Finn himself, clearly created by the ship's replicator based on his gift request.
Inside the box, she will find a portable karaoke machine. It even comes with two microphones, just in case her next encore performance was a duet...]
Hrm... [Natasha was a tricky one. It's amazing how they could talk for so long and he still felt like he knew so little about her. It kinda felt like it was on purpose. If it weren't for that network concert--Finn stops that train of thought, grinning down into the box.] Oh I gotcha now, Nat.
Later...
[This month's supply drop has arrived and with it, a little something special for Natasha. She'll see a box wrapped in deep navy paper, a creamy white bow, and a small glittery gold tag with 'From Finn' printed on it. The wrapping job is too neat to be from Finn himself, clearly created by the ship's replicator based on his gift request.
Inside the box, she will find a portable karaoke machine. It even comes with two microphones, just in case her next encore performance was a duet...]
[Clayton's gift for Natasha is sort of time-sensitive, so hopefully she finds the bow-wrapped box of gourmet donuts on her doorstep before they have a chance to get too stale. A note, in terrible handwriting, is stuck under the ribbon.]
Paying you back for the cruller.
--Clayton
Paying you back for the cruller.
--Clayton
[ natasha's gift comes wrapped in a tea towel, a plate of cookies with another small parcel wrapped in paper intricately decorated with geometric patterns and clearly hand-painted.
a note on the tag reads —
a note on the tag reads —
this is no one's recipe (betty crocker, maybe) so there is no story to go along with it, but i thought you would like them.inside the parcel is bear. because natasha's russian, you know? don't judge him, andy said natasha liked puns and this was as close as he could get. ]
with love, yusuf
p.s. his name is wotjek
[ Left leaning against her door is a package; bright red wrapping paper cinched together with a red-gold bow.
On the tag reads: To Nat
From The Big Guy
- Hope you like it
Inside is an olive wood chess set and dried, pressed forget-me-nots laid across the board along with another note:
Thank you for remembering who I am,
I always hope you'll find that same comfort
On the tag reads: To Nat
From The Big Guy
- Hope you like it
Inside is an olive wood chess set and dried, pressed forget-me-nots laid across the board along with another note:
Thank you for remembering who I am,
I always hope you'll find that same comfort
action; the week leading up to 'the die is cast' mission
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[Zhao was lounging haphazardly in the common room as he worked on his character sheet for the upcoming mission. At first he was a bit skeptical of the mission file, perhaps wondering if it were a prank from Degar and Viv-chan. But the longer he thought about it the less it really mattered anyway. As he stared at the world description and the character creation guide he began to enjoy himself as he created his new persona to play while on mission.
On a table beside him there was a plethora of dice scattered on the coffee table next to his lounge chair, as well as some paper and a few pencils. He had thought maybe he might need them considering the type of game this stuff looked like it belonged to. In the end, however, he simply lounged back in the chair with one foot propped on the chair with him and a small electronic notepad in his hands. He was always more comfortable with tech in hand anyway.
He was typing away at his character sheet when he suddenly got the feeling he was being watched but he didn't look up just yet.]
On a table beside him there was a plethora of dice scattered on the coffee table next to his lounge chair, as well as some paper and a few pencils. He had thought maybe he might need them considering the type of game this stuff looked like it belonged to. In the end, however, he simply lounged back in the chair with one foot propped on the chair with him and a small electronic notepad in his hands. He was always more comfortable with tech in hand anyway.
He was typing away at his character sheet when he suddenly got the feeling he was being watched but he didn't look up just yet.]
[That first day had been a blur of activity. From training that morning, to the sudden announcement, to hastily gathering his things (and chicken), Finn barely had time to think until night fell and the walking party made camp. Campfires dotted the darkness, illuminating Finn's face as he settles by a large rock. Dinner wasn't especially exciting, but he was digging into the game stew eagerly all the same. Nothing like a hike to build up an appetite.
Beside him, Agatha pecked at the grass hungrily. He watched her for a while, chuckling to himself at her fussy clucks upon happening upon an errant patch of nettles interrupting the sweet grass she'd been grazing on. Finn stares at it for a moment, chewing slowly, before focusing his thoughts towards Natasha.]
Hey Nettle! [He grins, waving his spoon. From his energy, you certainly wouldn't guess he'd spent the entire day walking.] How was the teleporter? You grabbing dinner over there, too?
Beside him, Agatha pecked at the grass hungrily. He watched her for a while, chuckling to himself at her fussy clucks upon happening upon an errant patch of nettles interrupting the sweet grass she'd been grazing on. Finn stares at it for a moment, chewing slowly, before focusing his thoughts towards Natasha.]
Hey Nettle! [He grins, waving his spoon. From his energy, you certainly wouldn't guess he'd spent the entire day walking.] How was the teleporter? You grabbing dinner over there, too?
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I don't suppose you'd be up for another round of no strings attached casual sex.
I could use a distraction. No hard feelings if not, so long as you promise drinks aren't off the table.
[ she doesn't think asking will ruin her friendship with natasha, much the same way the initial sex hadn't, and she genuinely won't mind if the answer is no. ]
I could use a distraction. No hard feelings if not, so long as you promise drinks aren't off the table.
[ she doesn't think asking will ruin her friendship with natasha, much the same way the initial sex hadn't, and she genuinely won't mind if the answer is no. ]
audio; un: mafioso | during the road to ankata mission
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Hey. You got a minute? I could use some hel-- Hey! Don't do that!
[Sorry for the random interjection as he suddenly stops mid-sentence to chide one of his cubits.]
Cubits. They're wild, ne.
[He chuckles, clearly having trouble with his mischievous little critters but not actually hating their gremlin nature. He's having fun despite the exasperation of chasing them around every time one of them decides to steal, not nearly subtly enough, a trinket or something while his attention is elsewhere.]
[Sorry for the random interjection as he suddenly stops mid-sentence to chide one of his cubits.]
Cubits. They're wild, ne.
[He chuckles, clearly having trouble with his mischievous little critters but not actually hating their gremlin nature. He's having fun despite the exasperation of chasing them around every time one of them decides to steal, not nearly subtly enough, a trinket or something while his attention is elsewhere.]
Natasha, I wanted to let you know what resulted from my talk with Daisy.
[ However their last mission shook out, whatever perils almost certainly befallen the beleaguered Ximilia crew, one thing remains eternally true: a dog still had to keep his appointments. Jake shirked that more than once in his life, with results that ranged from The Joys Of Sleeping In to Disconnected From Your Adult Children. Age and experience had taught him that the former really didn't make up for the latter.
So here he was, needles in hand, only bothering to shoot off a warning message once he was already in front of to Natasha's door. ]
you decent, sugar?
So here he was, needles in hand, only bothering to shoot off a warning message once he was already in front of to Natasha's door. ]
you decent, sugar?
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