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_trueblue ([info]_trueblue) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2011-12-08 01:04:00

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Entry tags:deliah blue, melinda halliwell

Who: Deliah Blue & OTA (hopefully someone who can turn her not-funny-colored before I run out of icons?)
What: Arriving in Lawrence. Not taking it particularly well.
Where: Alleyway in downtown Lawrence
When: Tonight
Warnings: That depends on who responds I imagine!


Blue had disappeared under a particularly troublesome bit of the Mynock that morning, and had been elbow deep in engine grease ever since.

The rest of the crew had been wary at first. Sometimes when Blue disappeared into fixing things it was because she was too mad to talk to either of her crewmates. If Blue, who could out-curse a bankrupt Hutt when she was in the mood, was too mad to talk it was legitimate cause for worry, and when she’d headed through the mess area on her way to today’s project and informed them that anyone who disturbed her would be courting a messy wrench-induced death Jariah had looked sideways at Cade. “She better not be mad because you’re stoopa. I don’t wanna die in a fiery wreck ‘cause you can’t please a woman and she’s too pissed to notice she just wired up the engine to the air supply.” Cade had responded with enthusiastic assurances as to his woman-pleasing capabilities and questioned whether Jariah was, in fact, confused because it had been so long since he had been given the opportunity to even attempt the feat of pleasing a woman. Then he launched into speculation on exactly what his friend might have been attempting to pleasure instead and Blue had rolled her eyes and left them to it. A little later Cade had wandered down to where she was working and made himself a nuisance, but she knew he was concerned. She’d told him the truth, that she was concentrating on making sure a part that should have been replaced a month ago didn’t interact with a part that should have been replaced two months ago in a way that would make the Mynock into a “boom” that even Jariah Syn would have been impressed with in the moments before his incineration. She’d shooed him away from “her engine” just for the pleasure of hearing him pause in the doorway and imagining the internal debate over whether it was more important to remind her exactly who owned the ship or to get laid that night.

All in all things were as close to normal as they ever got between one thing and another. Wayland had been hard, no two ways about it, and the Embrace of Pain and almost dying weren’t things you just laughed off and walked away from. She’d kept Cade company in the nightmares department lately, but at least she had company, at least she could be company. Her boyfriend (they hadn’t really discussed it, neither of them was a Big Relationship Talks kind of person, but mutual professions of love and him tapping in to the light side of the Force to save her life probably made them an item) was as tangled up as he’d always been, a knot of emotion that would have demanded her attention even if she hadn’t wanted to give it, but she could feel the purpose in him now that he was hunting Sith. Might not have been what she wanted to do with her time, there were still beaches she hadn’t seen on Zeltros, nude beaches, but when you’d decided to throw your lot in with the Skywalker heir in a galaxy ruled by Sith you had to go along with these kinds of things once in a while. At least it kept him going. So she was working on fixing what she could, same as she always did, and trusting that would be enough to keep the Mynock flying straight. To keep all of them flying straight.

She dropped the wrench she’d been using and felt around for her toolkit…which wasn’t where she’d left it. A second later she processed the fact that there was a breeze ghosting across her and that the familiar hums and whirs of the ship had been replaced with the squeal of what sounded like rubber tires and chattering voices. The sounds of a city. What the... she was on her feet with her hand at her blaster before she could even complete the thought. There was no sign of Cade or Jariah anywhere nearby, only someone passing by the entryway to the alley she’d suddenly found herself in. Well, if I’m going to be keep getting karking hauled off I might as well be proactive about it.

“Hey!” she shouted to the passerby, tucking her blaster back into her pants, but keeping a hand on it, “hold up. Got a couple questions.” She strode towards the mouth of the alley, tucked a strand of blue hair behind one ear, and prepared to demand explanations.



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[info]prudentmel
2011-12-12 01:38 am UTC (link)
Mel had...some sort of semblance of a routine. Sort of. She'd settled into her life here since her husband had gotten back. Not that things happening were anywhere near normal anymore. Adam was only part of the guy he used to be. He seemed to spend more time hiding now than anything else. She had little to no choice but to just let things be, let him do what he needed to do, and give him the space that he needed. Hopefully, doing that would let him find some semblance of normal back. It hadn't happened yet, but no one could blame a girl for hoping y'know? Either way, it was quickly approaching the Christmas season. Not only did she have to get people things, but she had normal runs to make too.

Today it was the Christmas shopping that had her out. She was better prepared to be out by herself than she ever had been before. She not only had her own powers, she also had been taught what she needed to know about hunting from that little group thing Sam and Dean had arranged. She could handle herself, which was exactly why she was out at the moment.

Mel had gotten a few things, she had bags on both arms at the moment. She could have driven if she wanted to, but she hadn't wanted to. Walking was good for you, but apparently today was the wrong day to choose the healthy method of transportation. Mel had just rounded a corner, heading for home, when there was a sudden shout at her from an alley. The short woman automatically stopped, turning to look at the direction of the voice. Who the hell was yelling at her? The diminutive witch had her hands free, just in case she needed to stall things for a few moments, but the person that yelled at her definitely didn't look like the type of person a smart demon would pick.

She had....blue hair and looked off. She didn't quite look human at the moment. So, Mel felt pretty confident about what came out of her mouth. "I probably have answers. You look like you just got dropped here." How did she manage to find people like this....or rather how did they manage to find her so often.

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