#greset

I'M HAVING RESET FEELS.

ASTA FEELS

NAIRE FEELS

NASTA FEELS.

ALL OVER AND I'M THINKING OF HILARIOUS SHIT INVOLVING MAC AND ASTA IN THE ZONE.

For those of you not in the know, 'Nasta' is a crackship on the Generator Reset RP. Consisting of Asta (Mine) and Noah (Canon, played by Rae).  I was given permission to go wild with it, so I am.

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Claire had gone to MIT. There was nothing he could do to prevent her from fulfilling her dream and he couldn't bear to ask her to stay, as a result he now spent his new single life cooped up in the Tac-Com room working on various projects until his eyes ached.

"I don't think you'll win a staring contest with the screen, they tend to not blink." Asta slid into a free chair and put her feet up on the edge of the chair creating an even more compact girl. "Or have eyes for that matter."

"Hey at least I'm keeping busy." He gave her a weak chuckle.

"Keeping busy or pretending the world doesn't exist?" She was all too familiar with this coping behaviour, it was okay for a while but at some point it became very counter productive.

"Both?" There was a pause, he couldn't lie to her about this. "I just don't really know what to do with myself other than to work."

"Throwing yourself into a project isn't a bad thing, but letting it consume you is where it becomes a problem." She uncurled herself and crossed the room to him. "Come on, let's get some coffee in you and then go for some dinner."

"It's dinner time already?" He looked at his watch, it was already 5:30 in the afternoon his entire day had slipped away in the dimly lit room.

"That's what happens when things consume you like that." She reached out and took his hand and pulled him out of the chair. "You can get into something, just remember to come out for some fresh air."

LADIES

I apologize for my sudden disappearance last night!

The power went out. And stayed out. So I went to sleep. Heard it come back on after about an hour, reached for my laptop...

heard it go out again.

Said FUCK IT and went back to sleep.

Caesar looks at double doors for a long, taut moment, though he never pauses in his step. The hall before her office is long and drawn out--probably to make the walk up towards them exactly that, as long and drawn out for unpleasant thoughts as it can be. Caesar slides his attention back to the situation at hand carefully, determined to not let it bother him. He has  bigger things to deal with than Black Knight's cheaper mind games.

There's something distracting about the silence pressing in around him, Caesar decides calmly. There's no hum of distant ventilation from his office's silence. There's no sounds of traffic from a city scape. There's faint rustles and scrapes, all just at the border of his hearing, and while they haven't produced anything harmful so far, the sheer call of the unknown repeatedly draws his gaze away from his hand-held readout.

At least the cave has its own natural lighting, such as it is. Caesar holds his scanner-camera combo up at a shadow that scurries away before he can get a good look at it. Part of him is tempted to follow it, but then self preservation and common sense reassert themselves, and Caesar safely hangs back and waits for  backup to arrive so that proper protocol can be observed and life and limb safekept.

... No, sorry, that was someone else. Caesar promptly follows the first large shadow he finds, striding quickly to reach the stalagmite the creature had disappeared behind. When he reaches it, unfortunately, the whatever-it-was is gone. There is, on the other hand, a very likely looking cave starting at about waist height, leading deeper into the caverns.

Six had made progress and as well with the worries of her powers not working that Providence might have done something Asta had finally stopped pulling the elusive house cat act with Holiday and had agreed to have a check up.

She sat rather uncomfortably on a stool that spun, to relieve the awkwardness of the entire situation she would spin occasionally but it was significantly less awkward and stressful than it could have been due to Rex's presence there as well.

The doctor that Rex referred to as Holiday was there mumbling about nanites and healing process all the while fussing over his shoulder that had been shot during her rescue. There was a pang of guilt over that still but Rex didn't seem overly bothered by it now, she squashed the guilt reminding herself that it was done and over with and there was nothing she could have done at the time.