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capeandcowllogs2013-09-25 10:28 pm
invoking) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-09-25 10:28 pm
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but all hope's not lost
WHO: GIL and SHARON
WHERE: the penthouse
WHEN: night of 9/15
WARNINGS: talk of death & violence / spoilers for PH abound
SUMMARY: a reunion
FORMAT: tagger's choice
[ It hasn't quite sunk in yet that someone from home is here in the City, confirming again for Gil that he hasn't been under some insane delusion he's been in another universe for over a year, despite sitting next to the young Rainsworth heir in a small taxi with the driver peering into his mirror at every stoplight to examine the dated clothes she wore. Despite inclining his head every so often to ask her if she was alright and listening her response and a voice he hasn't heard in months (but could never forget). He finally stopped when she smiled, polite and gentle, but foreboding and leaving a terribly cold feeling that slid down his neck.
By the time they exited the taxi, having made it to the building he had been staying at for months now, the moon had taken its place in the sky for the night and the temperature dropped a few degrees. He paid the fare and allowed the man to keep the large amount of change as a tip ("Wha -- Thanks, mate!" he put on a fake accent for show, but it was terrible and Gil said nothing more.) ]
Let's get you inside. The apartment's a few floors up, but there's an elevator so we won't have to walk.
[ He waited for Sharon to take the first step forward, although a doorman was waiting for the both of them, wearing a large smile although his eyes drifted from Gilbert, a grown man, to Sharon, who was "not" a grown woman.
He opted to say nothing... yet. ]
WHERE: the penthouse
WHEN: night of 9/15
WARNINGS: talk of death & violence / spoilers for PH abound
SUMMARY: a reunion
FORMAT: tagger's choice
[ It hasn't quite sunk in yet that someone from home is here in the City, confirming again for Gil that he hasn't been under some insane delusion he's been in another universe for over a year, despite sitting next to the young Rainsworth heir in a small taxi with the driver peering into his mirror at every stoplight to examine the dated clothes she wore. Despite inclining his head every so often to ask her if she was alright and listening her response and a voice he hasn't heard in months (but could never forget). He finally stopped when she smiled, polite and gentle, but foreboding and leaving a terribly cold feeling that slid down his neck.
By the time they exited the taxi, having made it to the building he had been staying at for months now, the moon had taken its place in the sky for the night and the temperature dropped a few degrees. He paid the fare and allowed the man to keep the large amount of change as a tip ("Wha -- Thanks, mate!" he put on a fake accent for show, but it was terrible and Gil said nothing more.) ]
Let's get you inside. The apartment's a few floors up, but there's an elevator so we won't have to walk.
[ He waited for Sharon to take the first step forward, although a doorman was waiting for the both of them, wearing a large smile although his eyes drifted from Gilbert, a grown man, to Sharon, who was "not" a grown woman.
He opted to say nothing... yet. ]
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She wouldn't lie, so he has no reason to suspect she's concealing anything important from him. ]
To Pandora? Did something happen?
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( So what if that information had been "oh right the Baskervilles are attacking this is kind of not good" details!!! )
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[ He hasn't even touched his tea yet and it's mildly warm at this point. ]
Damn.
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That damn fills the empty air, a better summation than most.
Damn indeed.
At length, she speaks, though it's divorced from the other topics of the evening. )
What are we to make of sleeping arrangements, Gilbert?
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You can take the master bedroom. There's a couple of brushes you'll find that you can use. As for sleepwear...
[ Awkward. ]
Sue's will be quite long on you, but tomorrow we can go shopping after I'm done with work. The owner of this place left be a generous amount of money, so I'm not hurting for any.
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( She says lightly, setting down her tea. )
As for the owner of this place... who might that be?
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[ He hasn't claimed it his yet, even if it should be in legal writing. A beat. ]
Susan Storm, she was a scientist and quite generous and kind. She's been ported out for a long time, however.
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( Her statement comes out as soft and speculative. If she were more in the mood, she'd probably make that a tease as well, but the energy escapes her. )
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You should eat.
[ As for her earlier comment -- ]
Honestly, we didn't know each other very long.
[ But she had been gravely worried about him when he returned from the dead. ]
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Sharon picks the bowl up, resettling it down close in front of her. )
Curious how someone you knew for such a short time could feel such a strong obligation toward your well being.
( She keeps her eyes on the soup; there's more here, and more he refuses to say, but she will have it out of him. One day, one way, or another.
She finds the spoon. )
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[ Indicating he isn't deserving of such kindness, but Sharon doesn't know what he did to Damian and Lenalee. Sue did. ]
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You make a lot of general statements.
( That she dips her spoon into her soup, brings it up again to blow lightly on the surface, it's part a habit from years ago, part a distraction before she gives in to eating. She doesn't want to eat. It feels like she's nauseated.
She'll eat. She knows she needs the energy. And that tiredness... ah, she'll fend that off too, in the end. )
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[ He swallows. ]
I don't know why Sue granted me this place. One day she was ported out and I discovered it was left in my name.
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( Don't feel you need to stare down a gift horse's throat, Gil. Just look long enough to figure out there may be motivations behind the horse that ended up on your doorstep. )
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[ He takes a sip of his tea and then puts it down on the table, turning his back on Sharon to wander back over to the fridge. ]
Do you need anything else? I have bread to go with the stew if you'd like. I'm a bit low on groceries since I haven't been able to make a trip yet.
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( She didn't think she'd keep much more down. )
This'll be all.
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[ If he had been keeping tally, he would have lost count by now how many times he's asked Sharon that question tonight. Alas, he's not, and his mother henning goes unnoticed by him. ]
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( She looks up at him. )
Shoo!
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Let me know if you need anything.
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( Said with a small smile another wave. )
... Thank you, Mister Gilbert. Really.
( I'll be fine, she says in the confines of her own mind. I can be nothing less. )
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