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MarinaNova NPCs ([info]marinanova_npc) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2013-11-04 20:41:00

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Entry tags::mingle, annabelle, aradia megido, bak chang, bart allen, brian moser, catherine halsey, charlotte charles, duo maxwell, euphemia li britannia, haruka tenoh, hei, helen magnus, jean-luc picard, kitty pryde (aoa), kitty pryde (evolution), lacus clyne, lyle dylandy, martha jones, mgann morzz, michiru kaiou, penelope garcia, piper halliwell, piter de vries, rebecca crane, sam winchester, sougo okita, spencer reid, tear grants, terry mcginnis, tieria erde, trowa barton, tyki mikk, yuuki kuran, yuuri shibuya, zero kiryuu

Wonderland Event — Dome-wide mingle
[ There were blankets set out in the lush parks of the prison, and on top a feast was spread out. Fine china and chubby pots of tea, delicate cake trays filled with tarts, biscuits and sandwiches; yes, anything the hungry and weary prisoners could wish for was laid out for their convenience.

The sun was shining brightly and a playful breeze rustles the leaves of the trees. Surely a wonderful day for a tea party! ]


((ooc: Mingle for your mingling needs! Event information can be found here! ))


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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-04 08:24 pm UTC (link)
There was tea offered, and Jean-Luc is here trying to escape the watchful eye of everyone who knows what he just went through. He’s moving a bit slower than normal. The scars on his face where Locutus tried to surgically repair him are still healing. But that is the only outward sign that he’d been through anything of import. Otherwise, he’s outwardly holding himself together fairly well. His carriage is his normal, distinguished demeanor. He looks completely in charge of himself. Completely nonplussed, albeit a bit thoughtful as if he’s internalizing too much to completely ignore.

He sits down in sector zero on a bench, a bit out of the way so as not to intrude on people and enjoying the solitude and the silence as he sips on his newly acquired tea. He’d just rid himself of a second voice in his head and is soaking in his own, solitary thoughts. The tea is tasteful even if it isn’t his preferred earl grey. While he’s enjoying the singularity of the moment, he is certainly approachable. Jean-Luc is always approachable as he’d learned over his time as Captain, than no matter his own state, he should be ever prepared for those who might need him or want his attention or company. Yes, approachable indeed.

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[info]lifelines
2013-11-04 09:52 pm UTC (link)
He might have escaped her for a short time, but he wouldn't escape her forever. After a few short minutes, Helen makes her way over. It had been difficult to leave him alone in any capacity after what he'd been through and a part of her is still worried something will go wrong, that she'll turn around and have lost him to Locutus again. She doesn't think she could survive that and doesn't want to even consider it as a possibility. So, she's been trying to keep an eye on him.

Which is why she slowly makes her way over. She's hoping he isn't going to avoid her, that they can have this talk they need to have and figure out where they stand with each other. And there's an important story she needs to tell him. Knowing if it were she in his position, she would likely try to avoid any such talk, she makes her way over and takes a seat without asking.

"Jean-Luc... we need to talk." Oh that sounds ominous, doesn't it? She glances down at her lap, where her hands smooth her pants a little. "There's a discussion you and I need to have, one I've been putting off. But I think the time has come for you to hear it."

For now she won't address what happened, but she knows better than anyone that it will likely come up during this talk.

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-06 10:19 am UTC (link)
He sees her coming before she takes that seat next to him. And while he most certainly isn't adverse to her company, his own emotions are still very, very raw from the Locutus violation. Jean-Luc does not like to seem needlessly vulnerable. He doesn't like acknowledging the trauma that came with assimilation, the memory of all the people Locutus and the Borg had once used him to kill.

So he sits just a little straighter, back a little more rigid than normal, shoulders squared, the epitome of a Starfleet Captain, completely in charge of himself in body, mind and spirit. His lips just barely curl into a hint of a smile and he nods a greeting. The tea cup in his hand is steady. Hands once again strong even if it's taking a lot of energy to make it so.

"Of course." He honestly thinks he knows what this is about. And so he plows ahead with the intention to ease any concerns he thinks that she might have. "As anyone would be, I'm certain that what happened has left you with some concerns. But I can assure you that I am not Locutus. I am Jean-Luc Picard, the same man you knew before all of this... mess."

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[info]lifelines
2013-11-06 10:35 am UTC (link)
In any other situation, it might almost be funny how confident he is that he knows what she's going to say and how terribly wrong he is. She shakes her head firmly, reaching over with one hand to grasp his hand, fingers curling around his wrist as though to reassure them both that this isn't what she's here for.

"No, Jean-Luc. It has nothing to do with that." It actually does, but not in the way that he believes it does. She takes a deep breath and lifts her gaze to meet his. Her eyes are full of something she hasn't given him since their talk in the clinic before all this started, before Locutus showed his face. In her eyes, if he's willing to look, she's clearly showing a vulnerability she hasn't shown him before. It's a pained look she's leveling on him now, pain mixed with a fear that he won't take this story well, as though she is the one who needs comfort, not him.

"If I had any doubts as to who you are, we wouldn't be having this conversation and I certainly wouldn't be sitting here with you now." No, she would have run off long ago. She inhales deeply once more and turns a little more fully to face him. "This is something else entirely." She just has to work herself through this, a subject that's never been easy for her to talk about, even with the people who were there when it happened.

"It's time I told you about John."

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-06 11:07 am UTC (link)
When her hand reaches out to touch his, he studies it. Amazing how such a simple gesture can seem like so much more than it probably is. His mind still hasn't quite adjusted, not completely anyway. So while Locutus was detached and cool about any form of physicality, Jean-Luc feels like a sponge soaking up all the water it can until it's full to overflowing.

And after a moment, he turns his hand up beneath hers and holds her hand as well. He knows that his pulse doesn't thrum at his wrist quite like most others does. And he so very badly needs her to feel that he's human, as he is.

Looking into her eyes, he can see that whatever it is she wishes to discuss is serious. He holds her gaze, concern in his eyes, concern for what she might be about to tell him about John, concern for his own reaction to whatever it might be, concern for her well-being. He files through his memories of their conversations, still somewhat convoluted through his own mental process and adjustments to the point that he must ask for clarification and hopes that she'll not hold it against him. "John?"

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[info]lifelines
2013-11-06 12:30 pm UTC (link)
Helen is here for both their sakes, mostly Jean-Luc's, but also her own. This topic will not be easy on either of them, but she's realized that perhaps in discussing John and what he'd done to her so long ago she might be able to help Jean-Luc deal with what he'd just experienced. And in another way, actually discussing John will help Helen, despite how badly she would rather leave the topic untouched.

When he turns his hand over underneath hers, she curls her fingers around that hand, holding onto him almost desperately. She knows he's human, perhaps more human than she is, artificial heart or not. Humanity goes so much farther than simply outward feeling, than the heart or a pulse or the feel of skin against another. Humanity is what's inside and Helen knows there's far more humanity to this man than he might currently believe.

As she turns her head away so she can gather herself for this discussion, she gives his hand a little squeeze to reassure him that she isn't letting him go. She just needs time. For her, this topic is as difficult to speak about as the Borg for Jean-Luc.

"Yes, John Druitt. Ashley's father." It's as much a reminder to him of what they spoke of that night in the clinic as it is a way for her to move forward. "I met him when I was still quite young, auditing classes at Oxford. He was..." She has to pause to reach for a less biased and bitter description of him than the one she would normally pull up now. "He was tall, handsome, strong, and a bit mysterious to me. I was drawn to him immediately and around the mid-1880's, we became involved. He was ever a gentleman to me and when he proposed, I readily accepted."

For all eternity. Helen squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. Her throat tightens as she fights for control, to block out the wave of pain and sorrow so fierce she's afraid she might lose herself in it. When she continues speaking, her voice is mostly controlled, but it shakes every so often with the weight of her tale. She doesn't usually like to dump a tale like this on someone, but she knows in this case, if she doesn't keep going with it, she'll never be able to tell it all and Jean-Luc so desperately needs to hear this

"After 1886, things began to change. It was small, barely noticeable at first and I was so distracted in 1888, I didn't allow myself to imagine the possibility. James and I were so involved in tracking down the Whitechapel killer that we saw little else. We were certain that the killer was an Abnormal and thus we needed to find him. Scotland Yard would never be able to understand a creature capable of such brutality with the ability to disappear without a trace." She shakes her head again, pursing her lips, clearly only barely holding herself together. "We never imagined that the one we would come home to speak with each night we were out, the one we discussed the latest Ripper killings with, was the killer himself."

And there it is, the meat of her problem. Helen's fiance had turned out to be the infamous Jack the Ripper. John had killed something of Helen that year, something she still hadn't recovered. And because of that, she'd been terrified she would lose Jean-Luc here and she wonders vaguely if he has the presence of mind to put all of that together.

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-09 09:56 pm UTC (link)
Before she even begins, he can tell that whatever this is, it's very personal and emotional for her, even in pretext and not to mention actually getting the words out. He waits patiently, giving her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze in return as if he can siphon whatever is left of his own self into her to give her whatever help is needed for this sort of conversation. He wishes he could be more help, but also knows through experience that some words, no matter how difficult they may be, are better when said of their own volition and in their own time rather than in any other way.

At the mention of Ashley, he remembers what she had confided in him that night. The memory floods back into him like a tidal wave. And he finds himself holding his breath as he listens further. He doesn't breathe again until she admits that John was the Ripper, a horrible reality turned legend with time, a killer. It's a deep intake of breath, his hand still clinging tightly to hers.

As is inherent of Jean-Luc, he does not immediately put the two situations together. Instead, he focuses more on the historical significance of what Helen had a front row seat to, a situation that had no doubt hurt her to some great degree. "I don't quite understand. Was the killer always in him or did he become... infected with something that initiated the change?"

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[info]lifelines
2013-11-09 10:49 pm UTC (link)
And with that one question, Helen realizes she's left out an integral part of her history: the Source Blood. If they weren't holding hands so tightly and if she hadn't threaded their fingers together at some point during all of this, she would have gotten up. Her instinct is to tell this sort of tale from afar, where she can protect herself and keep herself isolated. It says a great deal that she's remaining in place next to him, let alone that she's still holding onto him. She has no idea how he'll react to any of this. He may well pull away and want her to leave and she can't say she would blame him if he did. Feeling the angry sting of tears in her eyes, she hastily lifts her free hand to scratch them away, as though her eyes simply itch and nothing more. She doubts this next part of the story will be easy for Jean-Luc to hear.

"In 1886, after I procured a sample of ancient, untainted vampire blood, a group of colleagues and I derived a serum from it, with the intention of injecting it into our own blood to see what would happen. The result was the activation of our dormant Abnormal DNA. For me, it was my longevity; James Watson's intelligence was heightened and he became the model for the Sherlock Holmes series; Nigel Griffin became photosensitive and he was later known as the Invisible Man; Nikola Tesla's half-vampire DNA made its presence known; and John's ability was teleportation." In essence, she accidentally created a half-vampire, the Invisible Man, Sherlock Holmes, and Jack the Ripper. The serum had been her idea, after all.

"It was either the energy elemental he picked up during one of his teleportation attempts or the Source Blood," she answers. "I'll likely never know which or if it was a combination of both, but somehow... I've come to think that those killer instincts were always there; the Source Blood simply made them more pronounced." She has her suspicions because of how Ashley turned out, but she'll never get a chance to find out. And perhaps it's better that way. At least now she only has the one huge heartbreak and not a lot of little ones. Now she has Jean-Luc and she needs to focus on him.

Taking a deep breath, she finally turns back to him. She's ignoring the tears in her eyes, focusing entirely on the man she's sitting here with. Her free hand moves to gently cup his cheek, her thumb carefully caressing his skin. "Losing him destroyed a part of me. I'm not like some people; I don't form attachments easily. John isn't the important part of my life anymore. You are and I want you to know that I will always fight for you." She's no good at heartfelt conversations when they involve her own feelings, but for this man, she's trying. "I care very deeply for you, Jean-Luc, and I know you're nothing like John. He had a choice; he always did and he never returned to the man he was when I met him. You have... and I am so glad to have you back."

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-10 10:08 am UTC (link)
Jean-Luc is so deeply ensconced in her story and in her reaction to said story that he sort of misses the point of her telling this to him in the beginning. He wants to reach up and brush some of her tears away, but her own hand keeps getting there first, and he isn't entirely sure such an act would be welcome as he knows how difficult it is for Helen to speak of this at all. The emotion of it alone is oozing out of her every pore.

All he can do is hold her hand, listen intently, and try to understand exactly what had happened with the lot of her colleagues. His free hand even comes over to rest over their joined hands so that hers is cocooned safely between his.

It's the mention of 'choice' that speaks to him most. It's the mention of 'choice' that makes him connect the dots, put the two stories together and make it personal for himself as well. No, he hadn't had a choice with the Borg, with Locutus. That had been taken away from him. His choice had come later when his crew had disconnected him from the Collective. He could fight his way back out of the hive mind or continue as Locutus. Most liberated Drones continued on as themselves rather than allowing the person they were before to reroot itself in their mind. But Jean-Luc had made the choice to fight and he had been just that stubborn and tenacious to win. Not that he had come out of it unscathed, no... his scars were internal and there were many of them.

He draws in a deep breath, having made the connection between her story and his. His hands don't leave hers, but he does look off across the Dome, deep in thought for several moments before speaking. "Character is much easier kept than recovered." He speaks quietly, nods just a bit. "I worried he would use me to hurt you. People I care about."

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[info]notofthisera
2013-11-04 09:56 pm UTC (link)
James really has one purpose in his approaching of Picard, which mostly has to do with Helen of all people because he's a bit over protective of her even if this Helen doesn't need it which hasn't really stopped him from being that anyway. He is however, observant and so when he approaches Picard, with probably too much purpose to make it as if he was attempting to appear normal, he makes note of the little signs on him. How he's holding himself, the scars, how he's moving.

Really some things are starting to make sense here and well, he's feeling a little annoyed at himself for jumping to that conclusion so quickly but he hides it and instead settles for trying to look friendly as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"I've a feeling my ire at you sir, is rather misdirected." James is also rather horrible at polite conversation when the topic is a sensitive one and he's annoyed or otherwise worked up. He'll apologize later for it, really.

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-06 10:28 am UTC (link)
He remembers James from their brief conversation upon his arrival. Even with only a partial knowledge of his connection with Helen, he can only assume what he might want to speak with him about. And he's uncertain as to whether he's all that prepared for it as of yet, so soon from his second liberation from the Borg.

Everything. Literally everything is still very raw. The world around him magnified with color and sound and individuals rather than a collective mass of people in need of assimilation. And his own inner turmoil even goes far beyond the superficial in that it's almost too much.

However, he's been through this before. And he knows that no matter what, he will come out on the other end of it eventually. Jean-Luc is just too stubborn not to. He does however, try to correct his demeanor, trying to look less lost and traumatized and a little more refined. Yes. Refined he can do. It takes just a few moments to make his stature, even in sitting on the bench, that of a gentleman James might meet wherever he's from, casual and yet still in command of his faculties.

"Won't you have a seat?" He gestures at the bench beside him. "Depending upon the cause of your ire, the appropriateness of it could admittedly go either way."

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[info]notofthisera
2013-11-09 10:58 pm UTC (link)
If he knew, if he understood that James would have been far more understanding of things and given him some leeway. However there are some things even Helen wouldn't say and James, being James, had respected that. It didn't however, change how James wanted to find that information out however.

Except now he's realizing being an angry bear isn't going to get him very far, not with how Picard actually looks and he's well, feeling like an ass about it all. Just a touch. Because as Helen so politely put it Picard isn't John and if he's enough like James to make her make comparisons between them well, then he can give Picard leeway. A lot of leeway when he pulls himself together somewhat, not that he had to of course, James with his observational talents and such, but he does take the time to smooth out his shirt as he nods and takes him up on that offer of a seat, sitting down on the bench.

"Well the cause of my ire sir is a woman rather close to both our hearts and the recent, trauma she's endured by your hands."

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-10 10:15 am UTC (link)
"Yes, that." It's said with a distinct hint of distaste to the tone. Jean-Luc tries to cover it up with another sip of his tea though. He hates that he'd been the source of trauma for Helen in any way whatsoever. But he also knows how hard he fought internally to keep information about her from Locutus. He knows that had he not, it could have been so much worse.

"Unfortunately, while they were my hands doing the deed," Which just saying out loud brings with it the weight of guilt, not just at what Helen was feeling about all of this, but the weight of all the lives that Locutus had actually ended at his hands at one time. "I was not in control, so to speak. As most things are, it's much more complicated than that."

He sits back, crosses one leg over the other to take on a conversational stance, one that says he's at ease when inside he's anything but. "I do apologize to you though, and I will to her as well."

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[info]notofthisera
2013-11-10 02:16 pm UTC (link)
James shakes his head at that, noting the distaste how he's acting and okay, so maybe Helen had been right about things. Picard sounded as if he believed he had no control over what had occurred and his actions, he's voice well it's enough for him, and he can't deny that drawing comparisons between them has made him a little well, soft perhaps, in dealing with Picard. He knows how he would act if he harmed Helen in such a way and perhaps, with something else going on, perhaps he wouldn't have been so strong as to show up in public to deal with it. The Five, as brilliant as they are, aren't exactly master of dealing with their issues, not when it came to one another.

He rubs his hands together just then, giving Picard an appraising look, and if he gets the impression James is attempting to figure out something then he would be right. How far will he have to go to explain why he's worried?

"Things in my experience usually are, however emotions blind us to other causes and other solutions. I am as much at fault as you are." He may have had the full intention on coming over and causing physical harm to Picard and dealing with the consequences. But it's also an apology of sorts, for jumping to conclusions without asking Picard first about things. "Recent experience, primarily with Helen, has taught me that. No apologies are needed, but perhaps explanations on both sides may be in order. Especially if Helen is considering you hers." There's a brief, very brief flash of envy there that he quickly tries to hide, because he's still Helen's cousin to Picard.

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-17 03:16 pm UTC (link)
"Hers? Well, yes that's quite..." He clears his throat, clearly unsure of how to deal with others approaching him about what is going on with him and Helen. There are some moments when he's more sure of it than others. Back in his Starfleet days he had been quite the lady's man. But once he had made his choice, career over a personal life, he had never quite known how to get back into the mindset of romantic attractions. He had his moments, of course, with Vash and Beverly. But those moments were few and far between.

He decides on an easier course of discussion, explaining the Borg in a detached sort of way. "The Borg are cybernetic beings that hail from the Delta Quadrant. They destroy worlds, assimilating each individual on each world into the collective to create a hive mind where the entirety of them act and think as one. No individual thought. As Captain of the Enterprise, I made first contact with the Borg. It was quite by accident, I assure you. However, the circumstances were out of my control when we ventured into their space. It alerted them to our existence, unfortunately. And they came in pursuit of us a year later."

He inhales a deep, uncomfortable breath. "I was... chosen. I was assimilated and given a name, which was a rare thing within the Collective, to have a name. They used me in an attempt to open a dialogue with the Federation, my people, in the hopes that it would lessen their resistance to assimilation. They called my drone self Loctutus of Borg."

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[info]notofthisera
2013-12-07 08:14 am UTC (link)
It's an accurate assessment of Picard and Helen's relationship though, isn't it? James can't help the smile at how the other man avoids that, knowing exactly how it feels especially as Helen had well, okay had more then made it clear they were a thing for a time. That didn't make it any easier to talk about however and he could understand in a way, Picard's reluctance to discuss it with someone other then Helen. Not that it would stop him at all but he did understand.

But for now he'll let it go, let the man explain what he feels comfortable saying and then explaining his side of things to Picard. While he cares for Helen dearly he has little faith in her explaining certain things to Picard in detail, the sort of thing he should know when dealing with her on such a level. Though he's also rather certain this Helen will have words with him later, Helen is well, Helen after all, no matter the time.

Picard's explanation is in itself helpful and confusing, there are certain things said that he doesn't understand, having little reference to it all because of his time period and he finds himself grasping for explanations. What he doesn't understand immediately he puts together his best guess and puts away the confusing bits (cybernetics, Delta Quadrant, Federation) to the side and makes a note to ask about them later. Much later.

"The worst things to come are always unintentional on our parts, at least in my experience." He can't judge since it was the Source Blood that unleashed what John was and perhaps what could have been held back longer. He's under no illusion that John was a saint and at some point he would have had to do something about him. "And this Locutus, this drone self, that is what you were, here?"

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-12-08 10:57 pm UTC (link)
It's extremely uncomfortable for him to discuss, Locutus and the Borg. That discomfort only really shows through in the way he shifts in his seat as if the seat itself were causing his discomfort and not the topic of conversation, as if he just needed to change positions to be more comfortable.

"The Borg, when they assimilate an individual, they replace much of their internal organs with circuitry and mechanics. I was never fully assimilated, but they did enough harm that when I was liberated they were unable to undo some of what was already done." Implying that he still had quite a bit of Borg technology inside of him.

He smiles a bit as he begins the next it of this saga. "You might find it difficult to believe, but when I was a younger man I was quite brash and cocky. Needless to say this found me in many an interesting situation, one of the most profound, a bar fight on Starbase Earhart with a group of Nausicaan's over a rigged game of dom-jot."

He rests his hand over the center of his chest. "A dagger right through the heart. They rushed me to the medical facility and replaced the now useless organ with an artificial heart." His heart is mechanical, yes. An advanced form of technology even in his own time. "It has failed on me once. This was the second time. And this time, there was no superior medical staff to repair the damage in time. From what I understood from my crew here within the prison, the Borg tech compensated and kept me alive with the added displeasure of reawakening Locutus."

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[info]ex_complicit694
2013-11-04 10:25 pm UTC (link)
It's a lovely day, isn't it? After a few strawberry cakes and a brownie, and some lovely tea (because where the heck is the coffee), Catherine finds herself cheerful and relaxed. Seriously. She got sick of her blanket, and now chooses to stroll along the proverbial boulevard. But it's tiring work, isn't it, walking...

Heedless of the other person there, she takes a seat on the edge of the bench, resting her hand in her lap. It's almost like she doesn't notice he's there.

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-06 10:36 am UTC (link)
Jean-Luc however, just freed from an entrapment by Locutus, is hyper-aware of his surroundings. Sounds, movement, smells, the ambiance, the people. He's noticing everything, which is perhaps a distraction in and of itself as he barely notices her even when she's nearby. It's not until she's sitting down next to him that he notices her.

For a moment he just sits quietly, enjoying a comfortable silence that goes with company whether said company is known or not. But as it is, Jean-Luc eventually gives in to social decorum and strikes up a conversation. "A lovely day to be out and about, isn't it?"

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[info]ex_complicit694
2013-11-08 11:28 am UTC (link)
At the sound of his voice, she leans backi against the back of the bench, sighing thoughtfully as she stares up toward the apex of their prison. It takes her a while to really care about responding. But here, she must be as civil as she can when she can, otherwise people are going to think her uselessly bitter and completely standoffish. Today, too, she's about as chipper as it gets, despite being sleepy and just a bit... well, somehow off.

"It is." And she looks over to him. "Oh. We haven't met. You don't know me at all."

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-09 09:58 pm UTC (link)
"No, I am afraid I do not. Although I'm certain that with time we would have come across each other eventually. As we just have." He nods, sits a little straighter and thinks to introduce himself.

"Captain Jean-Luc Picard."

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[info]ex_complicit694
2013-11-18 04:00 pm UTC (link)
"Jean-Luc. French. Are you from Earth?" It... apparently makes her smile. How nostalgic. Here, let her sway a bit as she reaches out for a handshake.

"I'm not, but my heritage can be loosely traced back to Italy. Distantly. My mother always spoke the language."

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[info]trial_by_veda
2013-11-11 01:37 am UTC (link)
[There were few things that Tieria had difficulty resisting. One of them happened to be chocolate. And while strange things had happened from food left out for general consumption before, there had also been times of the opposite, where genuine intentions were involved and the food was fine.

Tieria's secret love for chocolate was hoping for the second as he absconded with a small plate of several brownies.

Not one for involving himself in large social situations, he had stolen to the edge of the area to find a more secluded, though not quite hidden place in which to enjoy his rare treat. That was when he spotted a familiar face. An injured familiar face, but a familiar one all the same. After the incident several days ago, Tieria had remained concerned. Now that the man was in front of him, he wanted to make sure all had been taken care of.

He approached cautiously, not because he feared another attack, but because he didn't want to intrude. He was ready to stop and turn back if the Captain didn't wish for company.]

Captain. It is good to see you out.

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-17 03:33 pm UTC (link)
After this time, Jean-Luc would most certainly learn his lesson about the temptation of any sort of food or drink set out for the general population. But after the few weeks he'd had with the unwanted consciousness of Locutus reasserting itself in his mind, the tea felt comfortable, like an old friend long gone and come home to visit.

Spotting Tieria, a memory of Locutus's came into the forefront, something he'd watched happen while trapped inside. "Yes, of course. Likewise." He glanced to the empty seat on the bench next to him. "Would you like to sit?"

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[info]trial_by_veda
2013-11-27 04:28 am UTC (link)
"Only if it is not an intrusion," Tieria said politely. He could understand the desire and need for some alone time after a severe trauma, but also the desire and need for companionship, having been there himself. He wasn't sure what stage of that Jean-Luc was at, and he didn't want to push in case the Captain was at the former stage instead of the latter.

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