Rule 34 - if it exists, there IS porn of it.

Who: Glyndaa and Nathan
What: Reconnecting after like, three fucking years.
Where: Key West, Florida, Glyndaa's (doomed) boat house.
When: Tuesday evening
Warnings: Yeeeeah, that's an affirmative on that one, chief.

Who: Soren and Teja and Cass.
What: Teja meeting teenage Soren again.
When:Thursday night.
Where: Mordhaus.
Warnings: Probably!

After making sure Cassidy was okay - and nearby - Soren went to Mordhaus to check in on his family. He wanted to see if his father was around, or Teja, or any member of the band really. He glared at a Gear as he walked in, staring the man down until he was allowed entrance.

He wandered the halls of his youth, cigarette dangling from his mouth as he ran his fingers over the walls.

Who: Teja and Sadako.
What: She's not his mother, and he's a stranger.
When: Tuesday morning.
Where: Ice cream parlour on Oshima.
Warnings: Awkward.

She took care to dress well; he was handsome, well spoken, and knew her already. It was an odd situation, and she wanted to look pretty as it was resolved. She settled on a white summer dress and shoes, not bothering with stockings even though it was the middle of autumn. She brushed her hair until it shined, pulling it away from her face with two shell combs. Makeup wasn't necessary, as she could simply divert the flow of blood to her lips and cheeks, giving herself a youthful flush. She did this as she walked to the parlor.

He was handsome, yes, but tall and broad and muscular as well. She bit her lip as she smiled at him, making an effort not to read his thoughts. That would simply be unfair. "Teja? Am I saying that correctly?"

Who:Remy & Candy

What:Buying pregnancy kit, coffee

Where:London

When:Saturday Evening

Warnings:TBA

It had been a couple years since Remy had seen Candy, but with his new knowledge that Lulu had come to the world previously pregnant, but was no longer... that made him concerned for the fille. He pulled on his coat and walked out the door, finding a transport easily enough, before walking to the flats that Candy had said were hers.

He moved just as he always did, with a silent, feline grace, his hands slipped into his pockets as he delicately toyed with the contents therein - little rocks, playing cards, and other quick and tiny projectiles that could pack a punch if he were to charge them. He took the elevator up to her floor and knocked lightly at her door once he arrived.

He had aged slightly since she'd last seen him - and the scar that the Joker had given him, down his cheek from eye to the corner of his jaw had faded slightly - but he was still purely ageless in his mannerisms. Youthful but refined, as he slipped through the door, his voice carrying into the apartment as he called out, "'llo, chere? Remy here!"