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Who: >=< and his dragon. Also Sefton, and Some, and Bonnie =3
What: Various things!
When: The weekend of May 14/15
Where: Le Gode Hostel
Notes: This main post is just a placeholder; I realized I'd set up plans for three separate logs taking place in the hostel, so instead of spamming the comm they're just all gonna go here, as comment threads. Cool

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Bonnie

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He'd lost her.

Hellcat didn't like to stay around him all the time - there was a reason he'd included 'cat' in her name; she could be in turns affectionate and aloof, be following him around one day and then spend the next day lounging in a corner the next.

But her moods weren't this changeable. He'd lost her while walking down a corridor. Just turned around at one point and she was gone. Given her abilities...

He crept down the corridor, looking closely at every surface. She was visible if you examined closely enough.

"Hellcat?" he called - not too loudly. The calling was incidental to the searching. "Hellcat?"

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Bonnie leaned her shoulder against the frame of the door, looking back up at him with a smile of her own.

"Well, 'safe as hostels' doesn't quite have the same ring to it. And then we'd have to do it to every saying out there. 'People who live in glass hostels shouldn't throw stones', for example."

Lightly as could be, she touched her hand to his. And while it was soft and not unpleasantly cold, her hand was, in fact, slightly cooler than an average human hand. And whether that was an invitation or another hint--well, he'd have to guess at that himself.

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His hand would prove to feel about the same. Not cold. Just as though he didn't have perfect circulation. While, in actual fact, he did - his core temperature was just a little cooler than a human's.

His hearing wasn't as fine-tuned as hers, though. Better than a human's, yes. Able to hear her heartbeat from this distance, no. So he accepted her hand, or rather her wrist - flipping his hand around so that his thumb landed on the inside of her wrist, right on the pulse point.

She had one. A pulse. Just the one, but it was clearly there.

"Feel as though glass hostels would cause some very particular problems," he said.

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"Mmhmm," she agreed. "People who live in glass hostels wouldn't be able to throw stones or have any privacy."

She looked down at their hands and then back up at him.

"Which would, for example, make it pretty scandalous if I invited you into my room."

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He shut his eyes tight. When he opened them again, he was looking at her with an expression of trepidation.

"Okay. I'm just gonna have to ask. Is this a - sex thing? 'Cause look, I know how this city works, it makes people --"

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And in the middle of his sentence, before he was able to finish his thought, Bonnie pushed herself up onto her tiptoes and planted a kiss onto his lips. As far as she could tell, there was rarely a better way to get a guy to stop talking.

She slipped her arms around his neck and, after a moment, pulled away just enough to murmur against his lips "Do you overanalyze everything this much, Doctor?"

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The kiss made him freeze. Most of him freeze. His hands flew up as though he were being held at gunpoint, and fluttered about until they landed in the general area of her waist - although he wasn't actually touching her - by the time she pulled away.

"No. No over. Analyze. I do a lot of... analyzing."

He didn't make any moves, either toward or away from her, but his brain was flying. Flinging about all sorts of reasons to walk away right now. Chief among them, it said, she was too much like Amy. With the hair and the wide-eyed charm and the Scottish, for crying out loud.

Except that she wasn't Amy, another bit of his brain said. She was not, after all, actually Scottish. She could hear heartbeats and had skipped across four different realities, she was mysterious and possibly a bit dangerous, and, well - he was still intrigued...

Oh Lord, he was overanalyzing. Why was he doing that?

Entirely unbidden and rather unwelcome, Jack's words from a month ago echoed back at him: 'This city makes you want to fuck.' Only, no, it wasn't

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"I know," she agreed, and she brushed her lips across his with a feather-light movement. Bonnie tilted her head back then, raising her eyes to meet his

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He did, in fact, glance into the room, then back to her.

"It can be," he agreed. "Very lonely."

He took her hand again, gentler this time, nestled in his with the palm facing upward, looking down at it as though he were reading the lines. "How alike we are, that's up for debate. There's a lot of - things in this city, a whole lot of people who aren't quite... people. In fact, there seem to be very few of us who are actually alike. Too many variations on themes. Too many converging and contradictory realities."

Which, in a roundabout way, seemed to be her point. They were all mutually alone. And he'd been able to hear the truth in what she'd said, at least the emotional truth, from her perspective. He knew how that kind of loneliness sat on somebody's heart.

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She was silent for a moment, watching their hands. For a fraction of a moment, she felt terrible. He was nice, this strange man, and here she was, trying to lure him inside for--well, she wasn't sure what for. Why, she wondered, was she trying so hard tonight? Maybe it was because of that strangeness. He didn't seem to be anything like the other men she'd met in this city.

With her free hand, Bonnie reached up and lightly touched his chin.

"You're doing it again," she said gently. "Don't think so hard."

Bonnie leaned up, lightly brushing her cheek across his. It was tender and sweet, unhurried. A testing caress. As she drew back, she touched his fingertips to his chin and tilted it downward, stepping in closer, nearly chest to chest.

"Kiss me?" she asked, tone so soft, almost inaudible.

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Could be a trick. She could be some sort of parasite, suck his life force out through the kiss. Could be just about anything. Whatever else was true, she was lonely. But loneliness did not a decent person make...

He smirked, his breath escaping in a soundless chuckle. Honestly, if he'd worried this much about every possibly horrible decision he'd ever made, he wouldn't have a very interesting life.

Okay, then. If this was how the - conversation - continued, he could play along.

He closed the distance and kissed her - gently, but not without a certain urgency. His free hand floated up toward the side of her face - seemed like the thing to do - but didn't actually land there. Instead, it wound up moving past her to his own head, to make sure his hat didn't fall off.

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Bonnie slipped her arms back around his neck, fingers threading into his hair and giving a slight tug as she drew him closer. She leaned into the kiss, leaned into the man, and the slightest involuntary shiver ran through her at the tenderness of it.

Her thumb brushed along the back of his neck, absently tracing a circle against his skin. She could feel his pulse--pulses. It was intoxicating.

Not so bad, is it? she told him telepathically. Well, now she was just showing him all of her cards, wasn't she?

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Telepathic, as well? he thought back at her. Not terribly surprising. Telepathy and telekinesis were not so odd to find in the same package.

Still, he eased away from the kiss, grinning down at her. "Well, you've got all sorts of talents." On the tail of that, he reached out to her mind with his own: So maybe we're a bit alike.

Only fair to give her another clue, after all.

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She smiled back, though she didn't move away or pull back. Social protocol be damned.

Bonnie considered the facts. Two hearts, telepathic, slightly cooler than average. And she had absolutely no idea. Stumped. For all she knew, he was an alien or something.

You're right about that, she silently replied, cheerful as could be. I have all sorts of secret talents I could show you.

At that, her grin became somewhat cheeky.

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He wasn't exactly zeroing in, either. Still, couldn't say he wasn't having an interesting time.

He actually hadn't spoken telepathically with another mind-reader for quite a while. It was also his habit to mix actual speaking with telepathy in any case. Which would be why he spoke out loud as he cast his gaze around the hallway:

"Gotta wonder how many of those are corridor-appropriate."

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Following his lead, Bonnie replied out loud "Well, the invitation still stands, Doctor Doctor."

She released him, brushing her fingertips along his arm as she pulled back and walked into the room, hands behind her back, walking backwards and tilting her head at him.

"What is it you want to do?" she asked him plainly.