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[mostdeadly]

[Its been a day since Gamora was strapped into her harness. She’s become more adept at using her hands, though of course, dressing and brushing her hair are completely impossible. When she manages to turn on the camera, she backs away quick and turns around so she can get herself in frame.]

I don’t know whether you want to see me in person, Nebula? But for the record… I’m sorry.

[bluecircuit]

[Nebula's been avoiding even stepping foot anywhere near where Gamora might be ever since the finders. Which mostly meant avoiding the Down entirely and only going from her apartment to Red Emerald and nowhere else. So she hadn't even known she'd been cited.

The message is unexpected and she very nearly rejects the call. Instead, she answers, frowning into the screen.]

You're sorry. Why should I-- [Nebula is momentarily distracted by the way Gamora is positioned in the frame.] Why are you standing so strangely?

[mostdeadly]

I’m not standing strangely.

[Gamora immediately snaps back. She tries to alter her stance so she’s not stood ramrod straight by bending a knee, but it still looks awkward.

There’s a beat.]

I am being punished. For attacking you.

[bluecircuit]

[That was not convincing at all, and Nebula is about to tell her so before she says that.]

I didn't report you. [Nebula tenses, looking around her. This city must have eyes everywhere, and that thought is unsettling. Especially considering the plotting that she's been doing with Jim and D'Artagnan. Although the fight and Gamora nearly taking her head off hadn't exactly been subtle.] Are you actually sorry? Or are they forcing you to say so?

[The words Gamora had spoken to her had hurt. And maybe that shows on Nebula's face as much as she's trying to remain stone faced.]

[mostdeadly]

I wasn’t going to ask. You’ve got every right -

[Gamora stops herself. What she’d done was terrible.]

Do you think anyone could force me to do anything?

[Except wear a harness.
There’s so much upset in Gamora’s tone.]

I’m sorry. Truly sorry.

[the_real_mccoy]

((OOC: I can't remember if these two have officially met, but I'm assuming he got her contact from Gamora. He knows her sister enough to send an invite XD))

voice; un: cable

[sodark]

Hey, kid. How're you holding up?

[She's been on his mind since they last spoke.]

voice; un:bluemeanie

[bluecircuit]

[The voice makes her still, as perhaps it might always do that. Calling her 'kid', well, she's not sure how she feels about that. It's confusing, that much is certain.]

I am fine. [Someone checking up on her, is... different.] How are you holding up?

[sodark]

I'm fine. [And they could probably just go back and forth like this for hours, so he adds:]

How long did it take you to adjust to being here?

[bluecircuit]

I am not sure if I have every really adjusted. I tried to blow up a SIN facility my first few months here... and I haven't tried that since.

[So maybe she's adjusted enough to not try to blow up the city. Which is something?]

Once I got things here. People. I own the Red Emerald gym, then I stopped fighting so hard. [She doesn't sound happy about saying it out loud. Shouldn't she be fighting harder?]

un; sexiibabii

[jamieshark]

[Guess what, it's Sunday afternoon.]

ding ding

un:bluemeanie| text

[bluecircuit]

[Right. This guy.]

Are you at my door?
You could have just knocked.

[jamieshark]

okay. cool.

[Knock knock.]

action

[bluecircuit]

[Nebula opens the door, black eyes fixing on the man waiting behind them. Why she'd agreed to this is likely a moment of temporary stupidity. But he seems harmless enough. She moves aside from the door to let him in.]

Where would you like to be on your knees? The bedroom, living room... right here in my hallway? [She's not one to beat around the bush.]

[theperfectamount]

log here

🎁 text. un: YourSecretSanta 🎄

[sheening]

Thank you for signing up for our Secret Santa! Please let me know if you require any assistance at all. Here is the information for your gift recipient.

Yours,
Daphne Basset

Name: Leonard McCoy
Address: Sunnybrook
Age: About 40
What are your hobbies and interests? Being a doctor. Researching the scientific explanations for "magic." Helping people. He's so boring |D
What is your favorite color? Blue
Do you drink alcohol? Probably too much.
Is there a note you would like to leave for your Secret Santa? Kiss the ones you love and tell them so every chance you get. Enjoy this present and have a happy holiday!

OOC
Character Journal: the_real_mccoy
Character Inbox Link: link

secret santa gift! 🎁

[notscary]

[ eddie drops nebula's gifts off on christmas eve afternoon, giving a sharp rap to her door before scurrying off. maybe she'll answer quickly and see him! he's fine with that. ]

To: Nebula


In the box there's a handheld game preloaded with "69+ games!" ( vintage classics, many with sex-themed changes ) and a set of different sided throwing stars. There's also a tall red bag ( meant for a bottle of wine, probably ) beside the box with a bottle of Duplicity-branded Everclear-style liquor, 190 proof.

"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Hope it's great. :)

—Cheers, Eddie Munson
Your Secret Santa"

[ click the present to open! ]

Delivery (6/1)

[mattersofscience]

[The afternoon of the day after their network conversation, Nebula will receive a parcel wrapped around an old, but otherwise carefully-handled copy of a book entitled The Mask of Dimitrios. A short penned-out note is included with it, which reads:]

Please enjoy at your leisure. I'll be looking forward to hearing what you think.

- C. Saville

[It's not like the book they chatted about on the network, but he chose it with her newness to the genre in mind. The story, written from the perspective of a man new to the world of espionage, but filled with tension, mystery, and danger, felt like an ideal starting point.]

[ooc: Little plot blurb!]

[bluecircuit]

[There's much about the details in the book that Nebula knows little about. Europe in the 1930s is a bit hard to fully comprehend for an alien from space who barely understood even modern Earth outside of music, Kevin Bacon references, and the little she'd gleaned from the Avengers. But other parts she understands all too well. Corruption. Assassinations. Not knowing who to trust.

It's only a few days before the book is returned, wrapped carefully back up in the same parcel that it was sent.

She's included a note back:]

I did enjoy this book. Although, I am not sure that I am satisfied with the ending. Latimer simply went back to his life as a writer after seeing everything he saw, and witnessing the death of Peters and Dimitrios? He's naive and should have known what he was getting into.

I do not like him. Am I meant to?

-Nebula

[mattersofscience]

[Charles is pleasantly surprised to receive this return written note from a space faring person --a thoughtful one that shows she enjoyed the book, no less-- and writes back in the same way:]

Ms. Nebula,

I don't think you're meant to feel about him any way than you do. [He relates to what he feels like he's hearing: That someone's own feelings or ideas might be in need of questioning or correction in some way, even by the person themselves. He doesn't want to do to someone else the kind of thing that was done to him, that made him feel that way.] If you don't like him, and think his naïveté is foolish, then that's how you received him.

I sent that book to you, with Latimer as the main character, on a guess that a character who was also new to the espionage book genre in a sense, might be a good introduction to how this type of story works. If you'd like to read more, I'd be happy to send you one with a main character who is more savvy.

Best,

- C. Saville

[bluecircuit]

[Note writing isn't exactly a forte, but it feels strange to switch to a text now. So at some point, she'll slip another note into his door, shorter this time.]

Charles-

I would like another book of someone savvy, like you suggested. Perhaps you could send me books or recommendations regularly? Only if you want to, of course. But I would enjoy continuing this.

-Nebula

text; un: dartagnan

[gascogne]

[Occasionally, he checks through the list of network profiles and usernames, so it's a bit in noting her re-arrival.]

I see you've returned. Possibly. Do you remember me?

text | un:bluemeanie

[bluecircuit]

I remember you, D'Artagnan and my time here.
This place seems as infuriating as ever.

[gascogne]

Moreso with recent happenings. If you'd like some notes on what you've missed, the back room of the Smoking Wand is available again for... private meetings.

[bluecircuit]

I see.
And is it available now?

[She sees no reason to wait.]