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[howkickassiam]

[I'M FOREVER AN IDIOT.

ANYWAY, there's a certain guy walking down the beach (or around town or SOMEWHERE), dressed in his armor at least, but without guns, much to his displeasure.  The communicator is with him, and he's skimmed the last few posts, but hasn't posted, obviously, not yet. He's not quite sure what to make of any of this, past obvious

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[revenantly]

[ Sullen teenage Church is a sullen teenager. His mood's absolutely disintegrated over the past few weeks. Withdrawn from most of the network, starting to avoid his girlfriend, the full nine. Even back to wearing his armor now, heavy and numbing as it is, just to shut off the outside world a little more.

What that means, however, is that he's got a friendly IFF pinging on his motion tracker as York's heading down the beach. It's not Wash's.

Epsilon sits up straight on his little rock perch by the shore and looks around. Perfect memory does the rest.

He scrambles off the rock urgently. ]

Hey! HEY! Wait!

[howkickassiam]

[Wandering closer to the pinging on his own, frowning faintly. Why would anyone else be here? Shouldn't they all be back home?

Thoroughly disconcerted by the idea of anyone he knows being here, he watches the one in blue hurry off the rock, and pauses, a little tense, maybe, not that it shows]

I-- Church?

[revenantly]

[ He manages to halt before tumbling into him, still uncertain in the suit and even worse so on sand. ]

He-hey! I didn't know you knew that name.

[ The grin, it is a wide one, hidden though it is by the helmet. He quits bracing on a knee and straightens up. ]

Man-- I can't believe it's you! Hey, is Delta with you?

[ See these unchanging priorities. :| ]

[howkickassiam]

[sljals reaches out, grabbing him by the shoulders as he goes to his knee, catching him and steadying him with a quiet, almost amused noise]

...Of course I do, Church.

[Kind of puzzled, and it shows in his tone, and--

....Mmph, bad reminders. Delta's not, and he doesn't know where the fuck he is.]

I- no. He's not.

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD *fapstothispost*

[guntogold]

[ So there are reasons why people aren't supposed to fish or swim around dusk, and those reasons are called sharks, so Tex is dutifully calling it a day and sloshing out of the water in her stolen borrowed wetsuit, retrieving her towel to soak up the water from her hair.

And hey, that looks kinda like someone in a set of MJOLNIR armor. She scowls automatically, figuring it for one of the idiots, leaving her suit halfway unzipped in order to reach for her gun--

Except.

Except she would recognize that shade of gold anywhere.

She's up and chasing after him in a flash, gun forgotten. ]

York--!

lkajflkjsdkljfds o///o

[howkickassiam]

[Really, York should be paying better attention. He does most of the time- has to, with his life back home.

Should be, with the fact he's not home, and the fact that D's not there anymore, no matter how hard he fucking wants him to be. It just doesn't mean he actually is.

So when he hears that yell, he stops a minute, fingers twitching just a little, and turns abruptly]

Tex-

like I have any willpower

[guntogold]

[ TACKLES TO THE FUCKING GROUND ]

LMFAO PURE HILARITY

[howkickassiam]

[ALSKFSJFS WET TEX PRESSED AGAINST HIM NEXT TO NAKED THIS IS AWESOME EXCEPT NOT SHE SHOULDN'T BE HERE AHHH

His foot slips a little bit, unbalanced in the sand, and he kind of moves with the impact as best as he can even as his arms going around her, half-laughing, a little unsteady]

Hi to you too, Allison.

hi new thread how are you

[revenantly]

[ SO SLIGHT SCENARIO TWEAK, BECAUSE DELTA IS ON THE ISLAND NOW. ]

Hey, York-- You wanna go meet someone with me?

derp.

[howkickassiam]

....Yeah, I suppose?

[Hasn't been checking the device, because he's had his mind full of other things (which, haha, is weird, and kind of sad, because it still feels fucking empty.)

He rolls off the bed, stretching his legs]

Who?

[revenantly]

You'll see.

[ LEADS ON, out of the warehouse and the third district to a nicer part of the island, a kind of meadowy park. Gradually they come upon a lone figure seated at a bench admiring the lake. ]

[assistantly]

[The hard part is trying to keep his mind full and occupied. Delta has taken to performing equations in his head to try and drown out the deafening NOTHING in the background.

That part was the worst.

There were swans here, floating placidly on the surface. This place truly was nowhere that made any sense, if temperate wildlife was common on a tropical island.]

[howkickassiam]

[Derp derp, has called Epsilon over to hang out, since. Well. He doesn't really think the kid was able to hang out that much with people- not with his, ah, slightly overzealous guards and the fact he lived in a fucking mad house. He figures he has friends, though, which is something at least- and a girlfriend, too, which- hey, props.

SO HE WAITS, feet kicked up on the small coffee table in his small apartment, a beer in his hand.]

[revenantly]

[ WHY IS YORK INVITING HIM TO HIS APARTMENT THIS IS SKETCHY. On the other hand, York is awesome. He can do this.

Reaching the address, he tilts his head at the bare number on the door and tries the knob, since knocking is for strangers. ]

[howkickassiam]

[I am so fucking awesome, bitches.

Anyway, gets up and goes for the door, dressed in a pair of jeans and a hoodie.]

Find it okay?

[revenantly]

[ He's a human GPS; he's got this shit down. ]

Yeah, landmarks made it easy.

[ Briefly breaks eye contact to look around and step in fully. He's dressed pretty similarly, because well, hoodies are like armor but soft, okay. Glancing back up with stupidly-big Caboose eyes: ]

What's going on, man?