goneawaycomms | Agent North

Bunch of fuckin' detective work. Searching one of those 'reward suites' [ she pulls a face ] from top to fuckin' bottom with that strange pink girl and Kerrigan. You saw what we broadcast, but I swept that place like three times over.

Not exactly, y'know, as intense as a fuckin' monster fight, but...

[ She shrugs slightly, then seems to remember something and sits up, plucking a couple of small bottles of alcohol from her jumpsuit pocket to hide somewhere in the room. At the same time, she pulls out a little handful of candies she grabbed on the way out and tosses North a couple with a dry: ]

Ta-da.

[ He chuckles, trying to catch at least a few of them. ]

Rewards, or spoils?

[ He looks at the wrapper of one, opens it, and tastes it. We lets out a low whistle. ]

Wow, this is gourmet shit.

[ South grins. ]

I know, right? Spoils. Like the Jorg would give us anything this good officially.

[ She gets up to find one of the little nooks and crannies in the room where it's easy to hide shit to stash the alcohol, popping one of the candies into her mouth as she does. ]

There was so much of it left on the floor even after that pink one took a bunch that it woulda been a waste not to grab some.

A minibar too, huh?

[ He will probably leave the drinking of the bottles to her, he thinks. Strong liquor gets him drunk too fast. ]

[ She nods, finding a good spot and tucking the bottles away out of sight. Easy to find again, but not easy to see if you don’t know what you’re looking for. ]

Whole minibar just sitting there. Figured, why not, couple things won’t be missed. Better than anything the cafeteria gives out.

[ She sits back on her bed and pops another candy. ]

[ North scoots down onto his bed, his knees bent as usual, since the bed is too short for him. He yawns. ]

That's probably pretty good stuff, too.

Oh yeah, one of them’s some fuckin’ high-end cognac or some shit. It’s quality shit.

[ She’s not even really a high-end or fancy alcohol kind of girl, but she’s also not the type to turn her nose up at it if its what’s on offer. ]

Probably higher end than anything we’ve ever been able to afford.

The nice thing about that's that you don't have to buy expensive stuff to get your nostalgia on. I like cheap crap mac 'n' cheese, thanks.

[ That's just the first example that popped into his head. He yawns again and curls up on his side. ]

[ That earns a genuine laugh out of South and she flashes him a smile, leaning back against the wall. She’s prepared to get up and head out whenever he passes out. ]

Crap ‘n’ cheese would be most accurate. Fuck. You’re right, the expensive shit isn’t ever the same.

[ Lot of old memories brought up, thanks to this whole affair. Usually it’d bother her, but for the first time in a long time, they don’t come with a sting. ]

[ He laughs. ]

I'd say more like "pasta 'n' crap" but the pasta's pretty crap too. It's "crap 'n' crap."

Crap ‘n’ crap. Exactly.

[ She laughs again, in a way she hasn’t in god knows how long about something like this, head thunking back against the wall. ]

At least we don't have trouble with the food here because of that. In the mess, I mean. It's more crap, but at least it's food.

God, yeah. Least it’s a consistent fuckin’ meal. Total slop half the time, but better than nothing. Won’t stop me bitching, because fuck the corp for being cheap asses, but, well, you know.

Not quite enough for people our size, but...

[ But they manage. What with the younger and smaller people around willing to give up parts of their portions once in a while, at the very least. ]

[ She nods. They get by, they’re at least used to getting by. ]

Yeah, but. Could be worse.

[ She doesn’t know why this, of all things, makes her think of this, but: ]

...hey, when my hand’s not fucked up, we need to fuckin’ run some training together. Been too long.

[ She’s had access to a decent sparring partner on occasion since getting here and she’s trying to cover her weak spots, mostly her being too reliant on having someone at her back, but... sparring with North’s different than sparring with anyone else. ]

Mmh. Yes. Definitely.

[ He's glad she brought that up. It means things are getting back to normal between them...or maybe better than normal. ]

Better not have been letting yourself get sloppy whilst I’ve not been around.

[ She’s teasing. ]

[ He grins. ]

I'm so sloppy, it's ridiculous. You'll have to evaluate me and tell me to shape up.

[ She snickers. ]

Oh, you know I fuckin' will. Whip you right back into fuckin' shape. I've never gone easy on you in our lives and I'm not gonna start now.

Yeh.

[ Another yawn, a big one, which he doesn't try to stifle. ]

I feel like I'm dreaming already.

What part of this is like dreaming, you dumbass? [ as it usually is, the insult is as fond as it is an insult ] Go to sleep. Told you I'll fuck off and let you have your quiet.

The part where...

[ He stirs a little, nestling his head against the pillow. ]

Eh, never mind.

[ With that his head is down and his eyes are closed. He may look as if he'd fallen asleep instantly. ]

Hey, you, the part where what?

[ She's not letting that slide so simply, so she doesn't get up and leave immediately. If he's actually passed straight out, or is intent on acting as such, she'll leave after sitting there for a few minutes in silence to be sure, but if not... ]

[ A hand raises just to wave her off, then tucks under his chin. He's out, whether she likes it or not. ]

[ She rolls her eyes at him, but she does as she said she would. Gets up and leaves to occupy herself with... something, she isn't really sure what; helping clean up after the fight, maybe, or just going for a walk.

Musses his hair up on her way past, though, just because she can, just because he's alive. ]

Agent North

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