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Continued from here with @psyknife

🐦 -- Rachel would object if she knew that Kwannon thought her as deserving of a better place. Rachel did her share of bad things. Some under influence... some of her own accord. But that wasn't the day's debate. "If you say so," she concluded, mature enough to recognize that they didn't need to see eye to eye to be friendly towards one another.

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Continued from here with @obscuremarvelmuses

🧛‍♀️ – "Oh I'm not offended. I am a real monster. As real as they come," she chuckled, taking a seat in the passenger's side of the car and watching out the window as Carmilla drove. "You should see me on a full moon," she added, she could turn into a mindless beast during a full moon, and she didn't feel ashamed of that side of her.

Not like her mother Lissa had been, until she got rid of the Russoff curse. Only for one generation, lucky Nina.

"I wouldn't want any part of me in a zoo. Not if I can help it. I would rather die than become a creature in a gilded cage, and I can assure you that creature your mother made with my DNA certainly feels the same."

Her lips twitched when Carmilla enquired about monster hunters. "Oh, we are monsters in their eyes. My uncle's girlfriend got a code though. As long as we don't hurt innocent folks, we're good. Mutants aren't considered monsters, I guess? I never got into the encyclopedia Elsa has, so I have no idea. Though Monstropolis is in the former Morlock tunnels, so maybe the difference between monster and mutant is not that clean-cut."

"Guess there's no point in them coming down to look for you if it's just gonna get them stuck here, too." Something he's actually a little grateful for. He'd rather not have more Starfleet dicks to deal with. Currently, with just the two of them, he can most likely continue to bank on Starfuck valuing their continued survival over his duty. They've both got a better chance of it if they work together.

But if there were multiple Starfleet officers?

Well, they could just as easily decide to work with each other and take Marc out of the equation completely. Tie him up somewhere and leave him like that, keep him captive, until they get off planet. Right now, like it or not, Starfuck needs him. He'd rather that not change. Not until he's good and ready for it.

A single nod. "Yeah, mine too. Not sure how fixable any of it is, but I can take a look." Or, more likely, he'll have to let Jake out at some point to take a look. The alter is much better with the inner workings of ships than Marc. Not to mention he actually likes that kind of stuff. Sure, Marc's no slouch, but Jake has always had more of a knack for it. He'll just have to figure out the best place and time to switch without Starfuck noticing.

He squints out into the distance, points at an outcrop of rocks a ways away. "Can't tell from here, but that might be something." He's going to start heading towards it, just in case it is. For several minutes, he's quiet, considering information he hasn't decided is best to share, yet. It's highly possible Starfuck already knows, possible that it's the reason he's here, as well, but he hasn't mentioned it, and the idea of adding a third (possibly more) to their little party isn't entirely appealing.

Steven finds himself waiting for the inevitable, probably numerous, questions to come, certain the man must at least have some. He knows he certainly did, when he'd first found out about Marc and their disorder. In the beginning, he'd practically bombarded the other alter with his questions, before realizing he wasn't entirely comfortable answering most of them. So, he'd instead turned to research. Started collecting books about DID, a handful of research papers, anything he could get his hands on, really. He'd poured himself into his own research, desperate to know and understand what exactly was happening to him.

So, when no questions come from Spock, when he receives an apology instead, he can't hide his surprise. "Oh. That...that's alright." He tugs on his sleeve, pulling it down far enough to hide his fingers on one hand. "I imagine it must be hard, being away from home." Why the other man is staying with them in the first place, he isn't entirely certain. He has his suspicions, though.

Given the attitude the rest of the townspeople have towards them—the word monster still clatters around in his head, every so often—he finds it difficult to believe that Spock feels differently. He's hopeful, yes, wants to believe that there're other people like Layla out there, people that see them for who they really are, but he's not holding his breath.

"It is a good thing, yes. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have any of them here," Gregory agreed. "Well our mother was friends with the queen. So we were.. known in the social circles."

continued from here with @defyxoblivion

⭐ -- "If you love those fruits, I am sure I will too." Gav said as he lounged beside his love. He doesn't want anyone but him and Julio to be involved in this project, but he will follow Julio's lead. He doesn't want to deprive his love of his friends, of course. Their friends, in truth.

continued from here with @fatummortem

🃏 -- He shook Ryouta's hand with a little nod. For all his faults, Remy was protective of Laura, and he was glad that she could count on people who were family. Logan - as much as Remy liked Logan - let her down too many times. While the beginnings were hectic with Daken... he wanted to think that Daken would be a good family to Petite Laura.

Like he said, if he didn't fuck it up, Remy was letting things be. Laura was grown, and able to make her own decisions - which was also why he wasn't intervening anymore in her relationships, familial or else.

She wasn't the hurt and withdrawn sixteen years old she used to be. He had no idea if he had a hand in helping her heal, and he didn't take her under his wing to receive any form of praise or credit for it. It was the thing to do.