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red vs blue: agent texas

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[ looks like someone figured out how to use his communicator! good for church, but quite unfortunate for the passengers of the moira. hope you kids like your morning coffee with a generous helping of salt because church is making it rain. ]

golly gee willikers i never saw this plot twist coming

you know i thought i was finished with this dying and not dying bullshit but if this is how it's going to be for the rest of my infinite undead lives then fine whatever, like i give a shit. i'm not fighting fate and i give up. officially. someone write this down so it's on record. leonard church gives the fuck up, full stop. boom. done.

most importantly i'm actually really hungry and i haven't eaten in forever or basically never depending on who you talk to so if someone could point me in the direction of a cafeteria i'd appreciate it.

okay well thanks

[ if he knew how to do the text equivalent of finger guns, he'd be doing it right now. ]

bye.

p.s. i'm on moro deck 1

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Don't tell me you expect me to hold your hand and show you everything there is to see on this ship.

[ Oh, guess who's assuming Church has already been given his assignment with Tex as a 'buddy'? ]

[ rude. ]

well honestly the only thing i care about is the cafeteria so really it's just 1/8 of the ship

or maybe even 1/2 of an 1/8

[ he's already fired off the first message before he reads tex's id. the second message rolls in three minutes after the first mostly because church spends two and a half minutes rereading her id over and over and thirty seconds fumbling to type a response with sweaty palms and shaky fingers.

so much for not giving a shit. ]

allison.

[ She's composing a response when that second text comes in, and she just kind of...stares at it for a minute before finishing. ]

It's a place to start at least. What job did they give you? They expect everyone to help out around the ship.

Yes, it's me, Leonard.

Edited (feeeelings) 2016-02-06 06:25 (UTC)

[ this isn't the reunion church expected. ]

uh

[ his job? part of him wants to ask why it even matters in comparison to literally everything else, but if she won't break that barrier, then neither will he. this is wrong. they're both wrong, torn from the loud unending space of the meta's mind, and they should be dead but they aren't and it's so wrong.

church's chest aches. i never thought i'd see you again, is what he wants to say and doesn't. too soon. not yet. ]

i don't know, communications technician? don't ask me what the position entails because i don't know yet but i'm assuming what won me the job was my great communicating skills.

tex. where are you

[ What Church doesn't know is this is old hat for her, it's a place she's been before. She's...just accepted this, she supposes. Last time she was here it was directly after watching Carolina get thrown off a cliff and none of that seemed to matter either.

So they'll deal with the whole buddy thing and the job thing when they meet up. She figures they can kill two birds with one stone. ]

How about we meet at the mess?

yeah sure give me a bit to get my shit together and i'll see you there

[ half an hour after church fires off his last message, he leaves the relative safety of his room to brave the moira's corridors.

he manages to open the map on his mid and navigate the ship without getting lost or turned around, which is a fucking miracle in and of itself. the place is big, much bigger than anywhere he's ever been (or remembers being), and it'll take him time to figure his way around without depending on the stupid bracelet strapped to his arm for guidance.

the smell of food wafting from the hall is unmistakable. church narrowly ducks out of the way of someone walking past and turns the corner into the mess. it's as large as everything else on the moira and surprisingly empty, for now.

when he doesn't spot tex, he grabs a dinner roll off an abandoned tray on a nearby table. he had every intention of eating whatever the hell he could get his hands on the second he got there, but now that he's actually in the mess with real, edible food in his hands, his appetite is all but gone. he stands by the door and waits, absentmindedly rolling the bread between his palms. ]

[ Tex had gone there straightaway, and might have texted him to find out what was taking so long, but she wanted to see what he was going to do without being prompted. And really, to be technical, she's never seen him before. Not in this form. Just because she looks like Allison doesn't mean he's going to look like Leonard—does it?

But there he is, finally, looking perhaps a bit forlorn. He hangs around in the doorway, evidently not expecting that she's already here, waiting around in the kitchen. She doesn't have mess duties this time around but it was familiar enough for her to slip into, simple enough to do that while she's waiting for him. She leaves him to his own devices for a couple of minutes before stepping out from behind the food line and approaching him. ]

I was getting ready to give up on you.

[ No...not really. She drops the sarcasm right away after saying that. ]

Why don't we get a full meal and sit down and talk?

[ church doesn't remember his life as an ai.

not really, anyway.

he remembers what wash told him, and the black, wavering static of the meta's mind when the electromagnetic pulse swept through the facility and granted him a quick death. he remembers his life before the war. he remembers the long, dry texas summers and the prickle of grass beneath his feet. he remembers the red dust of blood gulch, and the day that tucker was stationed to outpost 1-a. he remembers dying, and dying again, and again and again and again.

but most of all, when tex steps forward and church turns to look at her, he remembers her face.

talk, she says. church wets his bottom lip with his tongue and swallows hard, nodding. talk is good. church is good at talking. he means to be a gentleman (ha) and gesture her forward, but his feet stick to the ground, and where he should be moving toward a table he's reaching for her instead.

his fingers curl into her bicep as he steps into her and drags an arm around her shoulders, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. ]

Why the fuck did you run off?

[ there's so many things he can and wants to say, but that's a question he's wanted to ask her from the second she flew off in that goddamned ship and left him behind. ]

Edited 2016-02-09 06:41 (UTC)

[ She wants to melt into the hug, but his words lead to her stiffening against him instead. She'd been offering to talk about that which was clear and present—their arrival here on the ship, their taking up residence in human bodies—but of course he'd want to dredge up the past. Their time in the Meta had been too brief for this, and too concentrated. Too much had been going on. And that's assuming he came from the same time she had—she knows there's no guarantee of that. ]

Church—

[ Her body language is conflicted—she tilts her head, resting it against his, at the same time as she sets a hand on his side and presses back to cause him to pull away, shoulders stiff under his touch. This isn't her thing, this public display of their mutual connection, and she wishes he'd found a way to save it for after they had found themselves some privacy. Being an AI in the human body—how much of this desire to cling comes from her own desire and how much comes from some chemical instinct? Because her resistance only lasts a moment— she grips him at the waist with her hands and sinks against him, holding her breath. And that lasts for a long moment—she closes her eyes and sighs. ]

Church, please.

[ With that she starts pushing him away again. ]

[ there's a brief moment where tex sinks into him and church is able to squeeze her tight and spend a few seconds pretending that the last two or three years of his life have been complete bullshit (everything you thought you knew about your life is bullshit, some part of him thinks and church thinks shut the fuck up right back). the moment doesn't last long. when tex pushes him away, church doesn't fight her, though his fingers twitch at his side, desperate to reach for her again, to grip her by the shoulders and make her listen to him.

right. not the place.

he clenches his jaw, shoulders taut, then releases a slow breath through his nose and stands aside to let her pass to the buffet line. ]

Yeah. [ no apologies, but it's a start. ]

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