if i am lost for a day try to find me

[futurebatwoman]

WHO: Max & Apollo
WHERE: Max's apartment at the MAC.
WHEN: sometime after Black Mask's post with Midnighter's comm.
WARNINGS: Language, probably.
SUMMARY: Apollo has come to stage a Max intervention.
FORMAT: Quick...?

[ Her suit needed an overhaul.

That was what she was telling herself, anyways. She'd been methodically cleaning it for a few hours now, ever since she'd woken up after her second nap of the day. That was why she wasn't touching her communicator, which had occasionally gone off with the light noise she'd programmed for posts or responses by people she cared about. After the first few ones, she'd thrown it across the room and then wrapped it in a blanket and stuffed it in the space under the oven.

She would get it out eventually. Probably.

But for now, these wires needed fiddling with. Wires that in no way made her think of Skrulls, or Sherlock, or Midnighter, or labs that smelled of blood. She dug out a spoonful of chocolate icecream and stared at them. There had to be something to fix there. ]

Comments

[solar_absorber]

[He nods and jumps to his feet. He holds a hand out to her.]

I guess I'll let you rest then. Would it make you feel better if I promised to watch his every move?

[futurebatwoman]

[ She doesn't take it, staying stubbornly seated. ]

Right. Resting.

Some.

[solar_absorber]

[He drops his hand, a small frown appearing on his lips before disappearing. He nods and walks to the door.]

I'll let you know when this all gets straightened out. Take care of yourself, Max.

[futurebatwoman]

[ She thunks her head back against the wall and nods once. ]

Thanks.

You too.

[solar_absorber]

[He throws a wave over his shoulder and softly pulls the door closed behind him. That could have gone better.]