#furyofavernus

@furyofavernus

" I APPRECIATE YOU STAYING UP WITH ME , but please do not put aside your recovery for me . " eyes glanced back at the others , all asleep within their bedrooms and tents . even , halsin slumbered --- the one who had found her and brought her back to the camp to join the others . " i find it difficult to fall sleep after being asleep for so long . "

A computer terminal springs to life once she managed to figure out the password of course.

This was not the Lucky 38, but Robert House did happen to hack into this particular point of interest. His face appears on the computer screen before her. And he looks to her curiously, as if he could see her. Which, he could.

"Why,look at you...Quite the marvel you are my dear...Don't be shy now. I can see you have some intelligence if you were smart enough to- Ah..."

He seems to look past her toward all of the now very busted up protectrons and Mr. Handy's all crushed and strewn on the floor behind her. Though he can't se farther than that without going to another terminal. Which, he could do now that the power was on. But for now he remains at the computer in which he was found originally.

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  || Open!

we interrupt your regularly scheduled steve harassment to make this announcement:

karlach is in the house!

slowburn & sparks

“Mm… Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?” Taking the offered new dagger by the handle, Astaria idly toyed with its blade by pushing its pointy end into the pad of her index. “Come now, Karlach, you don’t honestly think I haven’t seen the way you stare at me when we’re lounging in camp, do you?”

A simple thank you would have sufficed, but... Astaria was nothing if not an instigator, and she simply had to poke the bear with a stick. Make things a little more interesting in camp.

“I mean, everyone’s noticed.”

"Karlach--"

Oh. Oh no. She's drunk. Okay okay okay. Time for the undead to ... Try and carry her to bed? Yeah, this is going to be hard with no muscle.

It's more like an ungraceful DRAGGING of an unconscious body into her tent, which to anyone who DID NOT know Connor, might take this as a more deadly type encounter. Anxiously looking around between the forest of nothingness between them, Connor is keeping an eye out for anyone who might stumble upon them, PRAYING that they don't get the wrong impression of what's going on.

"Let's--get you to... bed--"

A few tentacles work to drag her along too.

"--You are so heavy. All muscle."

Not wanting to scare off her new...friend? acquaintance? Blazer makes sure to take a slow pull from the beer bottle. Not that someone boasting so many scars and sporting horns was prone to being intimidated.

Maybe she was simply being greedy and didn't want the beer stash to dwindle within the blink of an eye if her haste speed on a competition.

"Yeah, I love all of the lights too. That and the seaside, always have to find the more secluded pockets of beaches though."

While Blazer wouldn't trade her powers, all the good she was able to do with them and how many people she'd been able to help, not for anything in the world; the attention did make her recoil a little.

Was a bit of a paradox to be honest, wanted to avoid crowds, but was more than willing to invite a stranger to come drinking with her. Introductions out of the way, dwindling down her stock of beer while looking at various locations around the city.

"I like looking at the Hollywood sign the most, but it is peak tourist season, so if they see me hovering around kind of takes away a bit of the wonder."

Harsh white-blue lights, the last remaining warm yellow glow of older street lights, even the neon signs clashing with the digital billboards, it sparked a wellspring of tender affection for the people who lived here.