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( Audio picks up the sound of industrial construction, either things familiar in woodshop, car garages, or anywhere of a similar sort. When the feed goes live, Collette is framed to one side, looking forward and away from the camera. She's clearly resting on her arms, and given the angle of the ground on the screen, she's probably lying on her stomach in order to do this. She glances over her shoulder, eyes going to something behind the tablet being used for recording, then smiles as her eyes drop down to the tablet itself. For all intents and purposes, the camera is positioned to make the viewing audience seem like they're side by side with Collette, wherever it is she is, keeping a low profile in this industrialized looking area. Concrete floor that she's resting on, packing boxes ahead of her, bundles of cables and chains glimpsed somewhere past her head. )

Guys! ( She keeps her voice low, not a whisper (they carry further, and can't be heard about the ambient noise), but low to avoid excessive attention. ) Anyone else catch where they dragged the ship off to with that giant crane after the crash? I wondered about that. But I've got news!

( She makes a waving motion at the camera, and it shifts, jarringly, to leave Collette off screen and show something covered in plastic and wiring and cables, a few Initiative workers using welding guns, others wheeling parts away or calling out shouts of questions over the sounds of construction. )

They say the spaceship's salvageable!

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[ It doesn't help that Caesar takes his sweet time going to open it, first having to wake up and all (he had, naturally, dozed off after monitoring the network until it got too boring). He can't be blamed, though! This wasn't her usual entrance point and he had to fumble a bit with the window latch. ]

An owl? [ He sticks his head out the window to eye the bird skeptically. ] Someone needs to work on their landings.

< I think that totally rated at least a two our of ten! >

( She fluffs her feathers once he opens the window, blinking slow and lazy before pertly bird-waddling past him. Crouching at the sill on the inside, she gathers herself for a short, flapping soar-leap to his bed. )

< But hey, if you insist...! >

( She's a small owl, one who'd have no trouble perching on even Caesar's fist, if he'd been possessed with the urge to hold it out. She manages to maintain her landing with sufficient backwinging -- looking a bit birdy flustered. Her feathers settle back in place and she preens one off her shoulder. Yes.

See, she's totally got this covered. )

< Tadah! >

[ What a tiny thing. He even laughs at her second landing, it's so ridiculous looking, before closing the window and walking over tot he bed after. He crouches down and holds out a finger, as if expecting the owl to hop up on it. ]

Where did you find this one? I didn't think owls came in this size.

< Balder introduced me to his one-eyed friend! >

( She leans forward, balancing to lift one leg and make grasping motions with her talons. Here, Caesar Caesar Caesar...! )

< Flies absolutely silent. Small and stealthy! Not to mention, light as two feathers bundled together! >

The same one he brought along to the UE? [ He thought that had been bigger, although he'd seen it from far away only. ] There's a breed of owl on the continent I'm from that grows to be giant.

[ An pointless aside about home, one that seeing owls reminds him of. He never dealt with any of them up close, but he knows they're out there, somewhere. Caesar moves his finger close enough for her to latch onto it with those talons if she wants, trusting she won't stab him with them or anything like that. ]

So how's the ship?

< A giant owl! >

( She closes her toes around his finger, tugging on it experimentally before putting her weight on it, pulling herself up altogether with another wild flapping of wings. )

< I wish I could see that! >

( Once settled, careful not to hold on too hard or accidentally puncture his skin, Collette's ready to report. )

< Systems are functional on a really basic level, but not back in operation yet. We're missing parts we need to get everything fully functional. But! Both Transports and Initiative says it can be done, so I have a feeling it will be, though I don't know how soon. They scrubbed it down really well. Most the damage was kind of containable. >

[ Owl now perched on his finger (and most of his hand), he carefully lifts her up to take a closer look at the form. It's so... ]

This is way too cute to be a night-dwelling rodent death sentence. [ It just is, really. ] So basically it's ship-shape? That's good. I have no doubt that between them and the Transports, it'll be up and running again in no time at all, though I wonder if a trip to steal the missing parts is in the near future.

[ Which is funny to say, since they'd be going into the past to get the parts in the... yeah. ]

( She laughs at his statement, twisting her head to the side slowly to regard him from almost upside down. )

< The owl gets to be criminally cute. I see! >

( Blinking one eye after the other, she straightens her head out. )

< I think there has to be, or else they'll find stuff in their stores from earlier missions? Is that even possible? This is like a living junkyard, they might have more on hand than they realize! >

( She hopes that's the case, to simplify the process. Otherwise... )

< But yeah. It should be fixed before too long. I wanted to see for myself, and then Oz was feeling low after Ahiru left, so I thought... >

( Here Collette trails off, holding herself still. )

< Do you want me to let you know before I do stuff like that? >

[ Otherwise, more raid missions. Those, at least, were simple. ]

Oz? So that's who you had with you.

[ Also not very surprising, since his roommate had wandered off not too long before the broadcast. He almost launched into a joke about whether or not she'll be able to pencil in their date between all her other ones, but then she goes and asks that.

He has to consider it for a moment, though ultimately he just shrugs. ]

If you want? [ He lowers his hand back towards the bed. ] If it's going to be dangerous or you're going to be gone for awhile, it would be nice to know, but it's not like I need to know every detail of your life, Collette.

[ Because he sure isn't going to be letting her know the same about his! ]

Edited 2013-05-20 04:37 (UTC)

( She hops back off his hand, which meant hopping toward him rather than away. Good! She's not planning on sharing all the details of her life, especially the boring or slightly alarming or downright uncomfortable parts.

Like, for one, she was never going to tell him when she was -- you know. Around that time of the month. Or for a less reoccuring piece of existence, the fact she was, technically, dead.

But those were just some of the things that went through her head or on in her life that weren't worth talking about, for vastly different reasons. Why tell him hr schedules? He'd figure them out or he wouldn't. That's at least easy... and heck, he probably sorta knew half of them anyway. Let him know before she does dangerous stuff?

... Well sure! Though recounting what dangerous things she's done in recent memory, most of them were spur of the moment. Is she going to have to check herself before she rushes into things? She's not... so good at doing that. )

< That'd mean dropping a note off before I go running out to look for survivors during bombing barrages with lung-destroying gasses throughout the streets? >

( She plays that like it might be a joking statement. It's easier, since he wasn't around for the bombings, and only one person knew how often she'd gone out. Barnaby wasn't around to remember her yelling at him over the exact same thing. )

Uh, why would you do that at all in the first place?

[ That made no sense. Run out into lung-destroying gasses? Is she being serious? ]

I would kind of hope you'd know better than to do something like that, but no, I don't mean split-second decisions. There's only so much you can do when it comes to spontaneous actions.

[ Especially in a war. Things happen, things change, both very suddenly. Sometimes you just have to deal with it, as far as he was concerned. ]

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( Oh... what futile hopes. She preens a feather on her chest, to give her some other focus as she responds. )

< Some jerks think they're more indestructible than others. The Initiative needed help getting people into the catacombs. After that, the people who kept slipping outside needed help not dying, or getting back inside. Upside to morphing: bodily harm doesn't tend to stick! >

( It is one of their advantages, to an extent. She fluffs her feathers out, settling them back down again and turning wide, owlish eyes toward Caesar. She seems unaware of the jest in claiming other people think they're more indestructable than they are in actuality. )

< I'm a very spontaneous person, you know? >

( There's not always going to be much lead time before she's doing. She can plan, but it's not her strong suit, and not how she generally reacts to the world. )

I know that. Look, you're the one who brought this up, not me. Maybe it's you who needs to figure out whether this is something you want or not.

[ Because he hadn't even thought about it before today and, in his defense? He'd only noted it because the ship had been a team effort, not a relationship issue. When did it suddenly become that? He's not sure, but oh well.

With another one of his patented 'whatever' sighs, he gently pushes the part of the comforter the owl is on over so she's out of the way when he flops down to sprawl across it. ]

Edited 2013-05-22 00:05 (UTC)

( Collette takes what he says to mean she needs to figure out if accountability is something she wants; open communication, things she's never had to think about before because she's never really had things to keep away or tell others about. Lying about the cause of her paraplegia had been one thing. Lying about where her brother was had been another. The first big secret of her life had been the one she'd died for, and she doesn't know so much what that has to do with anything else.

She flaps her wings when he flops down, shaking herself off and cocking her head to the side.

Maybe it's you who needs to figure out whether this is something you want or not.

She doesn't think he's wrong. She's just not sure it's all one way like that.

Collette treks across the valleys and folds of his comforter to walk alongside him, taking the scenic route toward his head. )

< I think it is... >

( She trails off, which feels like a cliffhanger rather than a pause or hesitation. )

< I'm just used to lying so people won't worry, and the easiest way to do that is through omission. So I don't think about it. I don't want to be a burden. >

( She reaches out to tug on some of his hair, the last thought coming out in a rush that turned it from a sentence into a landslide: I-don't-want-to-be-a-burden. )

[ The tug on his hair gets him to turn his head, giving him an eyeful of owl fluff, so close he could see his breath ruffling feathers. ]

Is that what you're worried about? [ It seems like a ridiculous thing to fret over, to him, but in retrospect? If he thought about it from her point of view? He had felt that way, for a bit, during the body switch fiasco. ] I know a lot of people worry about whether you can take care of yourself or not...

[ Which was all the more obvious thanks to Kate's message before their big trip. ]

But I don't. Your recklessness, sure, but that's a different problem. You know the original reason I teamed up with you, right?

( Her head tilts to the side, wide eyes blinking slowly. First one, then the other, as she listens. She hops back instead of answering straight away, even while brimming with curiosity. )

< Not exactly. > ( She admits that much right off the bat. ) < Outside of my charm and wit, obviously! >

( It's an easy, silly joke. She doesn't even mind making it at her expense, since she does figure she hass some sort of charm, and yes, she can sometimes be witty. Turning around, she walks purposefully off at a perpendicular angle. )

< I'm demorphing. Keep your eyes safe! >

( That counts as a warning in her mind. Close his eyes, look away, or watch the disturbing process -- he'd feel her weight returning as she'll cause his mattress to sink down with it, but rustling fabric is otherwise the extent of actual noise generated. )

[ He opts to close his eyes, not caring for the view demorphing gives even one bit. ]

Because you were useful, even before I knew about the morphing and the fighting. You had contacts all over the transports and the city already in place, without even trying. [ Considering she doesn't even think of her network of friends in that way, it obviously wasn't on purpose. ] I told you that before and I still mean it, it's a more powerful resource than you think it is.

That's hardly something a burden would have.

( As he speaks, she ends up overbalancing to one side, catching herself with an out-thrust hand. It still moves the bed, though she's glad between owl and girl she managed to stay sitting instead of having to collect herself from an awkward position after the fact. )

Hah!

( She allows her amusement to come through in her voice, shifting his way. Collette figures he'll probably open his eyes again -- well, unless he decides now's a wonderful time to nap.

One never could be entirely sure. )

It's not the people you know, it's the people they know, huh?

( She's close enough she can lean over him a little; she does, examining his face. Her lips are barely turned up at the corners. It's a soft smile, almost a placeholder for whatever she's thinking. )

That's practically sweet of you to say.

( Not using practically as an adjective; it was a practical sort of sweetness. For someone who might take "you're useful" to be something good, as Collette does, it's warming. She moves to plant one hand above his shoulder, the one further away from her, using that arm as support when she leans that way. Her free hand tugs gently at his hair again. )

Makes it seem like it almost wouldn't matter if I couldn't morph at all.

[ He does open his eyes again. Dropping off into a nap mid-conversation is a poor habit to nurture, so he tries not to. Though that means opening his eyes to a girl leaning over him. Worse, it's in a way he immediately notes would make him sitting back up somewhat difficult.

Clearly this means it's time to change to a much less complimentary subject. ]

Uh, yeah, well, the morphing... helps, but... So, what was the deal with pot-dropping guy again?

( Her lips twitch up into a smile, though she holds where she is, idly rubbing some of his hair between her thumb and forefinger. Dean. Nice topic shift. )

He hunts the supernatural is what I get. Only back when Isaac was here -- Isaac is a werewolf, and was a roommate before he left at the end of November -- he'd been threatening to hurt Isaac and his friends. I told him to knock it off because Isaac was scared enough to tell me not to talk to him, and it was all stupid, and I might have shown up as a crocodile in his bed once.

( She looks markedly pleased recalling this encounter. )

I apologized for it later, but it doesn't really matter. He's sure I'm evil incarnate, so he tries to hurt me when he thinks he can get away with it.

( She shrugs one shoulder, letting his hair drop out from between her fingers. Collette looks less and less self assured as she goes on. )

So when I was caught under rubble for a while, he shoved the plant over the railing. It's no big deal. It was only a minor concussion. I was more stunned than anything else. Plus Blue was there, he'd have pulled me out if I'd really been in danger!

( She doesn't look like she's convinced any of this sounds reassuring. If anything, she's watching Caesar to see if he finds any of it reassuring. )

[ Unfortunately for Collette, he does not. She gets the opposite of reassuring looks, an extremely skeptical one. ]

So he threatened the life of your roommate, thinks that you're an evil monster, will try to hurt you when he has the chance, and you seem to think giving someone a minor concussion isn't something to worry about.

[ He groans and lets his head loll over to one side against the bed for a moment. Maybe this wasn't a good topic change after all, considering this is suddenly very stupid.

After a second of looking woefully exasperated, he looks back up at her again. ]

See, this is the downside to you being so friendly. If he ever gets a chance to kill you, I imagine he'll take it, and you won't even see it coming.

No someone -- ( she protests, it's about the first thing she can protest ) -- just me. As long as I'm mostly coherent, I can think clearly enough to morph. Then it's a moot point! It's if I'm out cold that you need to start worrying, or, you know, out of my head for some other reason.

( That part's matter of fact. She shivers, not even for show; the thought she has is that personally disturbing. )

Being unconscious and still in morph... eugh! No thanks!

( Here she pauses... and then she shakes her head. )

He won't. He's dumb, but not that dumb. If he really wanted me dead, I'd be dead. I'm not infallible. But I think you're right, about that whole friends network thing. I guess I get it better now, but people aren't going to be okay if they know what he's doing. Sollux even started sparking at the eyes. What's really annoying is having to lie to save his sorry butt from the people who'd kick it looking for an outlet!

( She rolls her eyes ceiling-ward, then tucks her chin in to look back down at Caesar. )

It's not a downside to being friendly. It's a downside to not enjoying pointless violence.

[ If they're going to be eyerolling here, fine then, he'll do it right back. ]

It's a downside to both, then. You're so nice and non-violent that you'd rather just put up with someone harassing you than let them get what's coming to them.

[ She's just lucky he's too rational to decide to fix the problem for her. It'd be too vindictive and far too meddlesome even for his tastes. ]

But at least you're getting that part, finally. [ He idly crosses his arms across his chest and looks, not so mildly, a bit smug. Told-you-so smug. ] You might be fine with just morphing damage away, but what you think and what everyone else thinks don't quite match up.

Only because I can afford to! I don't like it, but what's the benefit to telling the people who want to beat him up that they should, hmm? There's got to be a way to make him stop being such a jerk that doesn't make him more stubborn than ever.

( His smug expression has her wrinkling her nose, amused and mildly feather ruffled all at once. Geez, he just makes her feel silly! It's weird to get used to, but maybe it was how things worked when you were taken so far out of your element. You started really caring for people you probably wouldn' have in normal life -- or people you shouldn't have. )

You're looking awfully smug. Makes me want to... ( She leans down a little, hair spilling from over her shoulders. Her expression's positively impish. ) ... kiss it right off you!

( Fishing for reactions, half honest, and half wanting to not linger on the fact he was right about this big weird something she doesn't know what to do with! )

[ And the reaction is a disbelieving snort (and perhaps some worry, somewhere, in his expression). Really, Collette? ]

If that's what it makes you want to do, life must be difficult for you when you're around me, since I'm always smugly correct. [ And therefore looking smug about things a lot! ] You're only trying to change the subject.

[ Back in a direction he'd been trying to turn it away from! That's the worst! ]

suddenly action?!

when left to my own devices... and of course I lack the owl icon whoops

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