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Eliza Weber (el_omni) wrote in kings_ransom,
@ 2008-05-01 23:27:00

Friday
Who: Eliza and Wyatt
Where: The King's Ransom
What: Exploring!
When: Morning (but not too early)

Eliza had not expected to sleep as well as she did. The guest room of the King's Ransom, though luxurious, was foreign and scary. The previous night, she wasn't sure how she felt with so many mutants on the ship. Her power wasn't exactly there to keep her safe if a situation suddenly turned violent, nor was it easy enough to spot from a distance (though, if push came to shove, she could sleep in some dead language, but that could be seen as a threat).

But Eliza had been pleasantly surprised. Perhaps being placed in the same room as Wyatt had put her more at ease. Perhaps her thoughts shifted when she sat down on the bed. The pillows and mattress were soft and cool and Eliza had curled up in the fluffy comforter and blankets. Under the covers, she stripped off her jeans and slept in her panties.

In the morning, she awoke refreshed, if not a little disheveled. Her hair was deflated and tangled, her shirt was wrinkled, and she would kill for a fresh pair of underwear. She slipped back into her jeans and walked quietly over to the mirror, trying to comb out her hair using only her fingers. She hated the idea of letting anyone see her in this state, particularly Wyatt. There was something too intimate about sharing morning appearances with a stranger, and her image of the night before as the proper young diplomat would be shattered if he saw her like this. She fussed with her bangs, pulled on her shirt, and ran her finger over her teeth, hoping that the mere action of brushing would make the bacteria disappear.

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high_flyer
2008-05-02 05:27 am UTC (link)

Wyatt rolled over onto his back as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He was a stomach sleeper. Ever since his mutant power had come into being and his wings had manifested, he had been sleeping on his stomach. Kitty fluttered her wings as she rested on the headboard of the bed he had occupied, giving a little chirrup.

He didn't remember much of the previous night. He remembered bits and pieces, enough to put a picture together, but it was incomplete. He certainly didn't remember this room, or this bed. He sent a good morning message to Kitty out of habit. It was then that he realized Eliza was in the room with him. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he sat up on the edge of the bed, cradling his face in his hands.

He was pretty sure Eliza had stayed sober, and he was almost certain nothing had happened between them. But, he didn't know for sure. His head was pounding and he knew he'd drunk too much the night before. He rubbed his temples and managed to get out a gruff, "Morning." Well, he supposed it was morning. It could very well be the middle of the day. He had lost all sense of time. He yawned, very loudly and very adamantly, before lifting his arms above his head and stretching.

With a 'whoosh' his wings unfurled. They knocked a few things over, but nothing important or breakable. After a moment or two, he brought them back down to nestle against his back. He looked down to check that he had clothes on before he lifted the sheets away from his body and stood up. "We're on that ship, aren't we?"

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el_omni
2008-05-04 08:35 pm UTC (link)

Eliza had heard Wyatt talking to Kitty, and she looked in the mirror to check him. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair, whirled around, and mumbled, "Morning. Did I wake you?" with an unsure smile flitting on her face.

She nervously walked back over to her bed, still pulling at her shirt absently, and sat across from Wyatt. "Do you feel okay?" The last word came out as a scream as Wyatt's wings popped out as he stretched. Eliza pulled her legs up onto the bed, as if afraid a mouse would climb up her pants. She knew he could fly but wings were a new addition. With a round of nervous laughter, Eliza slowly put her legs back onto the ground.

"Yeah, we're on the King's Ransom. Do you remember anything from last night? I guess you were pretty drunk...." She trailed off. Something about the light made the whole situation even more awkward.

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high_flyer
2008-05-06 11:47 am UTC (link)

Wyatt shook his head. "Nah... you didn't. What time is it?" He watched her walk over to sit on the bed across from him. Noting her discomfort he raised a brow. "You ok?" He blinked his bleary eyes a few times.

When his wings unfurled and Eliza screamed, he winced. "Shit. Sorry!" He hadn't meant to scare her. "Habit. I usually have more room than this." He smiled sheepishly as his wings rustled into the pockets set into his back. Shrugging his shoulders as he stood he went to the bathroom to relieve himself.

Upon his return he remembered that she had asked him how he was feeling. "Yeah, other than a headache I feel ok." The coffee he'd had last night had sort of lessened the hangover. He sat back down on the unmade bed and saw his t-shirt hanging on the bedpost. He reached for it and pulled it over his head. His button up was there, too. Apparently he'd slept in his slacks.

He needed a shower and a change of clothes. And some food. He was starving. And a few seconds after that though occured to him, his stomach growled loudly. Making Kitty chirrup once more. He looked over at Eliza as she answered his question. "Not much. The two guys and the ship. I don't remember anything past leaving the bar, though." He grimaced.

"Sorry if I was any kind of burden last night." Rolling his shoulders, and his neck he looked at the shoes and socks that had been set next to the bed. He met her gaze again. "Thanks for taking care of me." He knew Eliza had to be behind it, somehow. If she hadn't, who knew where he'd be now. Sleeping next to a trashcan in an alley, probably.

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el_omni
2008-05-08 04:13 pm UTC (link)

"Mhm," Eliza answered his question, with a nod and curt smile. The word okay had so many connotations; she was certain one of them had to fit her current situation. "Oh, I don't know what time it is." She looked around the room for a clock but couldn't see one. "It can't be that late. Must still be morning."

She brushed off his apology about the wings. "I suppose I shouldn't have been that surprised. It was must...startling, I guess." Eliza shrugged and laughed a little. "It's not every day you see a guy with big wings."

Eliza stood up again and walked around the room a little bit. She felt a little awkward about this whole conversation. "Well, it wasn't just me. Alex and Cody helped. In fact, they did most of the heavy lifting, I was just there for decoration." She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him before turning back to the mirror to mess with her hair some more. "So, want to find something to eat?"

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high_flyer
2008-05-10 01:53 pm UTC (link)

Wyatt smiled slightly. "Yeah, not many guys have wings, I guess." He shrugged and stood up. With a motion of his head, Kitty was on his shoulder. He slipped his feet into his shoes and ran his hand through his hair. He watched Eliza, knowing that she was feeling weird being in the same room with him, now that there was no haze of drunkeness between them.

"Yeah, let's go get something to eat. I'm starved." He headed for the door an pulled it open. "Maybe we can find out a little more about this ship while we're at it. Did you find out anything else about the ship that I don't remember?" He stepped out of the door and when she stepped out, he shut it behind them.

He walked down the hall with her. He had no idea what level they were on, or what level the mess hall was on. "Do you have any idea which way we should go?" He wondered how safe they were. Sure, the ship was full of mutants, but what if it was dangerous? Wyatt wasn't sure he was up for dangerous.

Kitty squawked and lifted off his shoulder. She flew down the hall and up some stairs. Shrugging, he looked over to Eliza and then followed Kitty up the stairs. "I guess she knows where she's going."

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