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“I mean it. This is —delicious.” Not. It was disgusting, but Maggie didn’t want to crush her hopes and dreams. She was a nice person, even if she pretended she wasn’t sometimes, she’d eat the lasagna and pretend to enjoy it. She could do this.
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The soft din of the cafe is a welcome noise.
Cat’s never been particularly fond of public places and she had swiped down the table nearly three times--every single inch--with a sanitary wipe before allowing her fingers to rest on the edge of it. Bhutan had settled her nerves more than her therapist ever had, but there’s something about the noise that tightens her shoulders and makes her nails itch and scratch along the metal of a table.
Carter’s with his father for the next two months and Cat...finds herself here, in a small little mid-western state she could hardly care about, far away from the hustle and bustle of any city--far away from the mediocrity of excellence (the truest contradiction she’s ever learned)--because she needs the anonymity of Bhutan.
Kansas seems to be the most likely place to get it.
So she’s at a cafe with a book, one she’s been meaning to read for years, coffee idly sipped every few moments when suddenly a frown crosses features, eyes slitting behind sunglasses as someone has the nerve to step into her light.
Of course.
Papparazzi? Press? A happy midwife who’d spent hours watching old re-runs of her talk show?
“If you want to talk,” Cat rumbles--intentionally professional, eyes not moving from the novel. It’s rare, of course, that she gets the opportunity, and the tall figure is suddenly dampening the lines of words with a fade of shadows. If it’s a hint dismissive, well...
People would learn, one day, not to gawk at celebrities. She’s bitter enough that she’d made a career of it, starting out in journalism.
A hand raises up, waving, because certainly no one she knows would find her here.
“Make an appointment through my assistant. Shoo.”
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They promised that they would be given enough time. Truthfully Astra didn’t really believe what they’d told her. There was no way that Alura would have survived. Surely her sister had been on Krypton when it collapsed. To have yet another family member survive the calamity felt impossible. But what if it was true? The possibility both scared and thrilled her. With how they had left things, it could go so poorly. She wished there was a clock, if only to just watch as each moment ticked away. 2:30 they had said. The only indication of time she had was her meals and it seemed like days had passed since then. Then, finally, the door to the room hissed open. An agent moved inside and carefully tapped on the control panel. Her cell opened, but Astra didn’t move. “You’ll be warned before your time is up,” said the agent to an unseen figure. He moved and ushered someone in. As they entered the door clicked shut and there she was. An onslaught of various emotions tore through Astra and her hands gripped the bench, knuckles turning white. “Alura?” It seemed stupid to voice it out loud when her mirror stood so clearly in front her, but Astra didn’t know how this would go. So she waited.
the privacy of her room was nice. when everything else was chaotic, she could retreat behind the security of her own space, knowing that the only person aside from the present company who could sense her moods was gideon even she had begun to keep more of sara’s business away from prying ears, as she imagined the system had once done with rip. tonight, she hoped not to hear gideon’s voice until morning, avoiding any other interruptions. the door was locked to prevent any of her team catching sight of her bare legs, the rest of her body only covered by a mid thigh length silk robe. better not to scar them.
sara turned back toward her bed, eyeing the companion in it. the edges of her lips curled into a smile, approaching the edge, reaching for a hand. ‘ for all of the technology this ship has, i’m still disappointed the time masters didn’t spring for bigger beds. ‘ she didn’t mind the close proximity, though a queen sized bed would have been preferable. perhaps she’d come to have something larger, in time. ‘ is it too unbearable? ‘
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Poison Ivy was just leaving the local Whole Foods when a Croc — a damn Croc came hurtling at her from around the corner. Ducking down to avoid being thwacked by the rubbery mass, her eyes swivelled to see where it had come from.
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The glass was seconds away from reaching her lips when he spoke and she snorted lightly, a soft chuckle slipping from her mouth. ❝It wouldn’t surprise me if you did.❞ She replied humor dancing in her eyes as she finished off her drink. She doesn’t know if he’s telling the truth, but either way it’s an amusing thought. ❝If that’s the most shocking thing you’ve done in your thousand years Klaus I’m mildly disappointed.❞ She teased before finishing off her drink and placing the empty glass on the table, nudging her head at the glass hoping he’d take the hint.
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“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But, oh, no, no--but you and I, we've been through that.”
“And this is not our fate”
