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lorentzian) wrote2013-11-19 01:18 am
lorentzian) wrote2013-11-19 01:18 am
01 ✴ written / action
My name is Jane Foster. And if I'm remembering everything correctly, which I can hardly believe, then I've been here before. That being the case, there are a few people I need to talk to. You'll know who you are.
For those who don't know me, you might remember a spectacularly failed attempt at escaping the enclosure some time ago. (Sorry for the vague time frame. I haven't figured out yet how long I've been gone.) For anyone who arrived after that time, I'm an astrophysicist who specializes in wormholes. Well, it's more complex than that, I also study quantum energy fluctuations and related terrestrial phenomena pretty much all over the world - Earth, I mean. Earth. Earth in 2013, for anyone curious. Sorry, this is getting off topic.
In a nice turn of events, I didn't wake up outside, so no search and rescue needed this time.
I guess, um.
Hi, everyone. Old and new. It's - weird to be back.
[ Once she's done writing that plain, unembellished message, Jane shuts her journal and sighs, staring at the blank wall opposite her. Thank the powers at be for small blessings, like waking up warm and comfortable for once instead of half-frozen on a forest floor.
Since the apartment in which she awoke is one of the unclaimed ones, there's nothing really here for her to make use of - or, alternatively, disturb. So a short while later she is slipping out the door, walking on tip-toe down the halls and stairways, though she'll pause at the entrance of the building. She doesn't relish the idea of going out in the cold barefoot and in only a sundress. So she'll skulk about there, deliberating while checking her journal periodically for responses. Anyone who doesn't immediately strike her as Overtly And Comically Evil will probably get a hello. ]
For those who don't know me, you might remember a spectacularly failed attempt at escaping the enclosure some time ago. (Sorry for the vague time frame. I haven't figured out yet how long I've been gone.) For anyone who arrived after that time, I'm an astrophysicist who specializes in wormholes. Well, it's more complex than that, I also study quantum energy fluctuations and related terrestrial phenomena pretty much all over the world - Earth, I mean. Earth. Earth in 2013, for anyone curious. Sorry, this is getting off topic.
In a nice turn of events, I didn't wake up outside, so no search and rescue needed this time.
I guess, um.
Hi, everyone. Old and new. It's - weird to be back.
[ Once she's done writing that plain, unembellished message, Jane shuts her journal and sighs, staring at the blank wall opposite her. Thank the powers at be for small blessings, like waking up warm and comfortable for once instead of half-frozen on a forest floor.
Since the apartment in which she awoke is one of the unclaimed ones, there's nothing really here for her to make use of - or, alternatively, disturb. So a short while later she is slipping out the door, walking on tip-toe down the halls and stairways, though she'll pause at the entrance of the building. She doesn't relish the idea of going out in the cold barefoot and in only a sundress. So she'll skulk about there, deliberating while checking her journal periodically for responses. Anyone who doesn't immediately strike her as Overtly And Comically Evil will probably get a hello. ]
[Action]
[Even something so simple as a conversation or greeting has layers and nuances he knew not how to interpret on any given day. But that is not his concern, no. How strangely small Jane has made herself, how unsettled. That concerns him greatly.]
...So long as he has treated you kindly I cannot think why this might be complicated.
[Action]
God. Sorry. I -- I forget you're not -- [ She shakes her head rapidly, with a short, disbelieving laugh. ] You're not the one that would have. Jealousy issues.
[ She takes the time to tug her new journal into her waistband, then reaches out to take one of his hands and press her lips to his knuckles. ]
Everything with Loki is complicated. You know that better than anyone. He and I have been friends for a long time. It's been ... strange would seriously understate the issue. Let's just say he's ... important to me, and he hasn't ... he hasn't not treated me kindly. [ She huffs another quiet laugh against his skin before lowering his hand, though she doesn't release it. ] He's. It's. Complicated!
[Action]
[not in such a way that would prevent her from spending her time otherwise. She is no subject of his, nor are they betrothed. That their company is shared and shared freely, that he has her affection and regard without it makes that attention all the sweeter.]
You are a woman clever enough to know how to keep her own council and more than able to define who it is you keep close in a way that will not risk your safety. What right do I have to feel jealousy?
[After being gone for so very long? None. None whatsoever. Though it does loosen some small knot of uncertainty in his chest when she takes his hand, he turns it to cradle her cheek.] Loki has ever been infuriating to those he keeps close, I know not if it is a test of their patience or a test of their loyalty, or fear. But that he has been here for you when I was not, that he is dear to you? Warms me in no small way. Complicated or no.
[Action]
Closes it. ]
God. Sometimes I forget how perfect you are until you remind me.
[ A beat. ]
Oh, my god, that was so corny.
[ She tilts her head just a little into his palm, sighing in a contented sort of way. ]
.... how do you feel about pizza?
[Action]
I find that I am coming to like corny. It suits you.
[He's lost for a moment in the texture of her hair and the warmth of her skin before he thinks to answer.]
Strongly in it's favor; it is a most pleasing dish and makes for an excellent repast.