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forwardmomentum ([personal profile] forwardmomentum) wrote in [community profile] sunchime2017-02-06 06:57 pm

[ forces of the unseen ]



this is classy, right
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[personal profile] hellsbel 2017-04-06 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Tell me what does make sense. [a thin, ironic smile, falling in as they move up the corridor, glancing at Zam over Miles's head. the bewildered protests of recognition could be an act, but something in Bel doesn't think so. not this time. there were probably other times...? but not this time.]

That's lucky. Escobar's a fairly convenient hub. So you made some inquiries, were directed to Ausland, and encountered our crewman [it would be Danio] by chance when you'd arrived?

[the lift decants them and they file into 'Tac, Bel heading for their usual seat, reflexively activating a privacy cone for extra security; the slight shimmer around them all foils any hypothetical ears at the door.]

Did I? [i don't remember lolololol] Good question. [relenting a little] Our medtech says no -- not recently, at least.

[now, though, there's a chance for a closer look at the newcomer, unimpeded by force fields or curious crew. straightening from the console, Bel stops almost shoulder to shoulder with Zam, and with the Betan disregard for galactic bubbles of personal space reaches up to turn the shapely face to the light, eyes searching.

softly]
Odds are I'm just unlucky.
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[personal profile] backsassin 2017-09-16 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
I recognized his uniform. Seemed like the most surefire way of getting close to you two.

[She'd succeeded, though this is far from the reunion she'd envisioned. Given the circumstances, she isn’t expecting Bel to suddenly close the distance between them. A flurry of emotions flashes across Zam’s face at Bel’s touch—hope, desire, apprehension—only to shutter to disappointment when nothing changes in her (former?) friend’s gaze.

She steps back from Bel and turns to Miles, giving a huff of unhappy laughter at his words.]
I always suspected that karking machine had it in for me. [Zam could almost mistake it for deliberate cruelty, the way it had given her a few elated moments with Bel before ripping them—and their memories—away. Maybe it was.

She looks back at Bel, still hovering at the edge of her space.]


Miles must’ve told you about the Moira. Does any of it sound familiar at all?