America Chavez is the medic to the multiverse! (multiversemedic) wrote in ageofmarvels, @ 2016-03-21 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | arsenic, miss america |
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Characters: America Chavez & Gertrude Yorkes
Location: Kori: 253 Church St, New York, NY 10013
Timeline: March 22nd, 2016
Description: Lunch.
Rating: PG-13 (For America's mouth.)
It'd been some time since America had been able to have a one-on-one with Gert. Since the talk last November that had prompted her into action, into making this universe her universe, things had quickly gotten out of hand for a reasonable amount of actual free time. First was Thanksgiving.... Which was weird right after the reunion. Then America's apartment. Karolina's birthday. Christmas. New years... She fucking hated New Years. Not because of the way people celebrated it, or because of the idea of starting new but because it always reminded her of the dimensional tears in her home universe and her moms and.... Yeah, as much as she wished she could get into the spirit, New Years was always rough... But then there had been all of one, maybe two, weeks of down time before the new semester for her university started (not that she was letting almost anyone know about that still...), and then she'd already started working with Kate too... That was probably the last time they'd had a one-on-one... If they'd even had one then. America was having a little bit of trouble keeping this shit straight... Because after that had come some other holiday, and more PI work, and classes, and trying to make up for the time she'd taken away from Karolina, and Valentine's day and then.... Well... Xavier's death... Assassination. Fuck, how it it been a month since then already? No matter how you sliced it, it'd been some time since America and Gert had really been able to catch up. Which was unfortunate since the tank actually really liked Gert. She really liked Molly too. In fact, Gert and Molly had probably become America's two favorites out of all of Karolina's friends before that one multiverse incident where she'd ended up... That shit was still confusing... How someone had overlaid a new set of memories on top of her current memories... You know what... She wasn't going to think about that now. Wasn't going to get into that with anyone until she had to.. Mostly because she didn't even know how to begin explaining how someone, anyone, could have memories of two different lives while knowing one of those lives wasn't real, but still retaining at least some of the knowledge of the people around her that she shared one of those lives with and.... This shit made her head hurt. Anyway, America liked Gert. Missed Gert even. Even though America and Gert were friends, sometimes that friendship felt weird.... Strained. Gert and Karolina had been through so much together, were friends long before America ever came into this world... It made the tank a little head shy regarding exactly what she said and when she said it sometimes.... But seeing Gert was always a relief. After finding out that Gert was dead in one... If not possibly two.... or More... Universes... Any long period of time without seeing Gert put her massively on edge to find out if the other woman was okay. In this end, her knowledge of multiverse caused way more stress than she'd ever let on, and had turned her into being about five steps more protective of Gert than she was almost any other friend she had that wasn't Karolina... Or Kate... Or Molly... Or Anna... Or more recently Nico.... Losing Gert would wreck the runaways and honestly, it'd mess America up pretty fucking badly too. Yet, thankfully, today would not be that day - not that the tank wanted that day to be any day even remotely soon - as the other woman walked in, and America raised a hand passively to flag her down while feeling relief settle into her bones. Thanks to being a PI and a college student America's schedule was pretty flexible for weirdly timed meet-ups.... Even if it did make her schedule for those with more normal lives a nightmare sometimes. "Hungry?" An eyebrow rose as the other woman got closer, and really she hoped Gert was because she sure as fuck was ready to eat.... But that was pretty much still - to this day - a constant state of being for her. Her appetite had calmed down some since her teenage years but... Not all that much. |