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Location: Campsite- Pre Event

Colony tried to stay calm and collected through this, carefully going through his pack, making sure he had enough things for the mission to be successful, the would all get assignments soon and split off but until then it felt like the whole camp buzzing with nerves. He tried to stay calm for his insects. They would pick up if he was too out of sorts, so he leveled his breathing, making sure he wasn't too jittery.

perry knew where to go if he ever needed to find huber, busy at work in the lab on level 03. he was familiar enough with it, often going there just to hang out with huber. having brought snacks, his nintendo switch, and drinks for them both, he was ready to spend an afternoon with huber. as expected goblin was hard at work, toiling away at an invention or repairing something. "hey!" he would have waved at huber if his hands weren't already full. perry carefully puts everything down, careful not to accidentally drop anything, or tip something over. "what're you working on?" he asks, relieved to finally spend time with his closest friend in the compound. since returning from the forest he was eager to return to normalcy. or as normal as things could be when he was a trained killer for a secret organization.

"After being here for years, I think I finally found the best coffee in town." Nero began to say, patting the Sannaran on the shoulder as he accompanied him for a walk across the Fortitude Hall campus. Winter had finally arrived at Elysium City, and with it the feeling of Jack Frost nipping at noses and the gentle flurry of snow blanketing city goers' paths. More importantly, it provided a day for Nero to show off his favorite spots to get a warm cup of coffee with his chums. He wasn't sure if Zhartan had consumed anything with caffeine before, much less something that looked like it could dissolve a tooth by sight alone like the caramel blue winter cappuccino Nero managed to order for them.

Sitting himself at a booth, Nero watched in anticipation as he placed the drink in front of the Sannaran, the smell of mint and coffee beans rising to meet the white steam dancing over their cups.

atlantis was in shambles. droids and medical personnel rushed all over the compound, tending to the injured or making repairs. gossamer swung above the chaos, eyes peeled for any sight of goblin. he didn't stop searching until he spotted that head of curly hair hunched over something. leave it to goblin to jump right back into work. swooping down, gossamer pulls goblin into a hug that picks him right up and off of the ground. "gob! you're alive!" he takes a step back, cupping his best friend's face with a smile of relief on his face. he had been worried sick ever since tearing out dragunov's throat that goblin might have been hurt. gossamer should have remained on the frontlines, where he could have been of use. but he had made a promise to himself that he would be the one to kill dragunov. the slices in his suit, and the red cuts that peaked through torn fabric were proof of his accomplishment. the blood that caked his scruffy chin, and the front of his suit were a trophy more than anything. "are you okay? do I need to take you to the med-bay?"

the morning after prompts - open / accepting [ x ]

It wasn't uncommon for Perry and Goblin to spend the night in each other's apartments back in Atlantis, therefore it was no great leap when he had found himself in Goblin's bed at the resort. goblin was usually awake before him, and had immediately informed him upon being coherent, that he talked in his sleep. "What'd I say? anything incriminating? anything spooky?" Perry sits up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. reaching for his phone he checks it, "9:30. If we get out of bed we can still make it for breakfast."

"no hard feelings, right?" glamour smiles over the rim of his glass at bilquis, who he had convinced to join him at the pool. he hadn't seen much of the former czernobog agent ever since he had defected. it felt odd knowing that he was working for the other side until recently. he sets his glass down beside him as they sit side by side at the pool. glamour chose to wear very little, opting out of trunks in favor of a tiny speedo that molded to his curves just right. "I'm curious, so I'm just going to ask: Did they ever let you czernobog boys out to have a little fun? they don't seem the type."