prismatica | first text; looking for a good time in all the wrong places

[ and suddenly, the feed switches to a surprised vampire's face, just before it breaks out into a huge grin. and maybe a few tears. ]

Angie--! It's really you! You got off the station, too!

( Oh! We're switching to video now, right. Angela's equally as surprised, but unfortunately, there's no recognition to the man on the projection. Oh no, he's crying, too...!! This is the second time it's happened to her now, that someone she doesn't know has recognized her and relayed details that she couldn't possibly know, but their inherent knowledge of her is... well.

They do seem to know her. Her brows pinch in a familiar apologetic expression as she tries to return his smile, though it definitely falls short of his brilliance. )

Ah, yes— I'm so sorry, I'm afraid this has happened before. Where others have recognized me and have known me... from other places, I imagine. But they're not anywhere I know myself to have been. Before here, I was simply on Earth, working as I always have. May I ask for your name?

You don't... [ They'd had such good times.

Okay, maybe more like friendly doctor and patient times, but it's no less a friendship. It's no less something with meaning. ] I see. I'm sorry. Don't worry; you never told me anything you wouldn't want repeated. I'll respect your privacy.

But I might come see you for treatment sometimes. That whip... It's not for me to use on someone else.

[ Even though he shouldn't come out as an abnormal so freely, he feels he has to. He owes her some piece of information to make her feel in the loop, something to put them on equal footing. And there's always doctor-patient confidentiality to look forward to. ]

( If it helps any, she is truly apologetic, and she looks even a pinch upset— because this isn't getting easier and it only worries her further, really. Has she lost a chunk of time? Had she truly been in these other places...? )

I apologize; but no, I don't recognize you. What was this "station"? Did you perhaps see me when you arrived here, on the moons? I assist in the rescue operations more often than not, but I don't recall meeting. And I'm sure I don't need to worry! You seem very kind, sir.

( The smile, this time, is as it ever was. Warm and soft, as her head tips to the side. )

Ah, I see; though, even if that weren't the case, you would always be welcome. I make a habit not to dig too deeply into people's motivations or judge. Would it simply be physical wounds, then, or something else?

( It falls in line with their original dynamic; her nature hasn't changed, of course, just the path her memories have taken. But she thinks she understands what he insinuates. That it's to be used on him. He's also right that she won't ever betray a patient's trust, and if he were to appear to her under the guise of treatment, that would be exactly their dynamic. )

[ He cringes at being called "sir". That's not a name. That's not a word to fall out of a friendly mouth. ]

Please-- Please call me Shell, just like you used to.

Lagunbiru station! It was... [ He feels like he should feel a little ashamed explaining this, but it's easy to be blunt with a familiar face and after almost a year in a no-taboo zone. ] It was somewhere in space. I don't know exactly.

We were all given bingo cards with certain kinks on them, and if we completed a square with someone, the space station would pay out money. Completing a bingo would get you enough money to go home. They had virtual reality rooms and all sorts of things! The sun was artificial so I could even stay out during the day!

[ He gives a toothy smile, indicating his other-than-humanity. ]

You were always so kind to me when I came to you with physical wounds. Don't worry; I know my limits.

( The reaction is immediate; she holds up a conciliatory hand, apology right back on her face, nodding. Understood. )

Shell; of course. I apologize. You hadn't said it before.

And that sounds like quite the place. It'd be hard to forget, from the sounds of it. You're certain it was me...? That had been there with you? And you've just arrived here, correct?

( Artificial sun...? Oh! Wait, his teeth— a... vampire? Or something akin to it. )

Are you not able to be in the sun here, then? So I suppose you wouldn't be able to come visit. Shall I come to you, then? I'd like to meet in person, if that's quite all right.

( He is owed... A Hug. She hadn't meant to leave him tearing up!! And she'd like to be able to see him in person to confirm whether or not her memory is indeed failing her. )

It was definitely you, Angie-- Angela. I would recognize you anywhere. And yes, I've only just arrived here.

The sun is a little difficult. I can manage, but not for too long. Don't force yourself on my account. I'm sure we'll find a good time to meet again naturally.

You can call me Angie; that's just fine. Especially since we're friends.

( And they are friends, aren't they? Otherwise he certainly wouldn't have gotten misty on her.

It's spoken with an easy smile, still looking apologetic even if it is so entirely out of her hands. Leave it to her to feel guilty for not remembering someone from a completely different universe. )

I wouldn't be forcing myself at all. I like being able to visit with friends. Are you sure? I could bring something— hot chocolate, or coffee, or some pastries, whatever you happen to like— and see if it doesn't jog anything loose.

Friends? Really? Even though you don't remember...

[ That's so touching. She's going so far out of her way for someone she doesn't remember. That's his Angie alright. ]

You don't have to bring anything. I don't really eat human food. But I'd love to see you!

Even if I may not remember, you've made it quite clear we were good friends. And this isn't the first time someone has remembered me and I've not been able to return the sentiment; I'll trust your feelings and still want to be able to support them, though I would understand if that's difficult to tread over again. I can't even imagine how it must feel, and for that I am very sorry. I'm sure I wouldn't have wanted to forget.

( Even if the memories were difficult, Angela still treasures her time with others; it's why this was such a complicated scenario. She would never choose to forget anything, especially not if it including people who would cry just to be reunited with her. If he felt that strongly, surely it must have been mutual, right? )

Then I suppose I'll see you a bit sooner; may I ask for a location pin? It should be a little map button along the left side of your display, and will open a few other options. One should look like a sewing pin. It will send me where you are so I can follow a path on my device.

[ To be fair, Shell would probably cry if he met Reaver at this point; it almost doesn't matter who they are as long as they were from Lagunbiru. ]

Thank you. I hope I can be a person worthy of becoming your acquaintance again. You don't need to apologize for anything. It's me who's being the burden on you.

[ Fortunately, he's become tech-savvy enough that he doesn't have to ask for a further explanation and he can send the location pin with minimal difficulty. ]

Is that good?

[ Someone had not read the FAQ and doesn't realize there are supplements that vampires can take to withstand the sunlight; someone will have to discover it later on. ]

( ok that's p.bad and also telling, shell have standards!! )

I'm quite certain you already are. Please be kind to yourself and don't call yourself a burden.

And it's perfect! I'll see you soon.

( The pin arrived with (what she assumes is) accurate info and he's truly not too far away; it's only some fifteen minutes later she's knocking lightly at his door, having to bring something, so there's a throw blanket wrapped in a ribbon. Probably one of hers, but she can always replace them— or Dante will gift her more, when he's in his moods. )

[ oh, oh no... he won't have the heart to tell her that blankets are pointless to someone who can't feel cold...

his whole being seems to light up when he opens the door to greet her, though ]

You made it! I'm so happy! [ then a worried look crosses his face. ] Come in! I'm sorry that I still don't know how to make human food; I know I should offer you something.

--What should I call you? Doctor? Angela? Angie? Is there something better?

( IT'S OK AT LEAST IT WILL LOOK NICE... or feel nice on his skin. Look!! It's sherpa!! Very fluffy. When he opens the door and lights up so completely and immediately, though, her smile warms to match it and... well.

He invites her in, so she steps inside so he can close the door, and then she's holding her arm out to him for a hug. It will give him the chroma boost and feel lovely for them both, of course, but it's also gratitude for caring for her so very deeply even if she no longer seemed to know who he was. )

It's quite all right, Shell, thank you for having me over. I've already eaten so you don't have to worry about taking care of me. And Angie is perfectly fine, or Angela if it feels too friendly; I don't much like being referred to by a title outside of a professional environment. How have you been settling in, here?

Once you've been to one world, you've been to them all, I think. [ As for how he's settling in, that is. ] Thank you. You've been nothing but kind even though I've been nothing but a nuisance.

[ When they hug, it feels like his whole body is on fire with something magical. ]

Is this... What it's supposed to feel like?

I take it that's a good sign, then. I think I've found this place to be significantly different from the world I know. Plants didn't make a habit of trying to eat you where I came from, nor did we have cults of foxes trying to harvest life energy, or dragons. It's been quite unique.

Compared to all that, you've been an angel.

( And he accepts the hug which naturally earns him the stroke of her hands over his back and a gentle squeeze, stars under her skin with the pleasant twinkling of chroma singing along her nerves— and she didn't think it'd be his first experience with it. But here they are. He'll hear the smile in her voice when she answers. )

That depends; what does it feel like?

Like-- [ Like submitting feels. Free. ] Like magic, I think. I don't know anything about it -- magic, I mean -- but I think... I think this is what it would be. It feels like I'm flying. Does it feel like that for you, too, Angie...?

( He's so cute at every turn, what is she to do with you??? )

It is rather magical, isn't it? I think it's a bit different for everyone. I feel it like a shimmer along my nerves. A warmth. It spreads in a wave from wherever I touch someone and seeps in deeper.

It sticks with me for a while even after. It's very pleasant.

[ he suddenly feels small in the presence of someone who's learned to own that magical sensation. ]

If you ever want to do it again-- Just a hug-- I would share this feeling with you any time.

I'm sorry. We're still practically strangers.

( No feeling small!! He's only just arrived; she's had months to grow used to it and appreciate it, that warmth and that satisfying prickle of sensation. It's still novel to him but he'll settle in with it eventually. It never quite gets old or commonplace, but it does become accepted. Normal.

And his offer to share in it again has her laughing and shaking her head to the apology that follows, offering him her arms again. She knows he didn't mean right this instant, but still. )

There's no need to apologize; we've met now, and I hug strangers without thought as it is. I'll always gladly hug a friend. The contact helps everyone here, as well. I feel better knowing they won't need to worry for some time after.

( The energy it generates goes straight to the world around them, and in exchange, the Prismals compensate them financially. And the energy keeps their own levels steady; fall short, and they begin to crystallize. It's awful, and painful, and she wishes it on no one. Allow her the peace of mind to know he'll be all right for a few more days and have money for food with another hug. Because they're friends now. Hadn't she said? )

[ he's going to become a hug slut very quickly. with a laugh, he drops the blanket on a nearby chair and throws himself into angela's arms. ]

It's so good to have you back! Even if you don't remember, it's still you.

[ friends, indeed! god, he's never had friends before lagunbiru if you don't count reign, and it feels better than moonlacing to know that there are people looking out for him, people who he can look out for-- ]

I'm the luckiest guy in Lunatia!

( Oh he's practically leaping at her THINK QUICK ANGE!!! The blanket gets dropped and she uses his momentum to squeeze and pick him up, just an inch or two, twisting— just a little bit of a spin so he didn't outright knock her over, redirecting his inertia and beaming for it even so, setting him down with care. How exactly does one respond to that? "It's nice to meet you"? )

Well, I should hope I'm still me; I'd be worried if someone else were wandering about with my face.

( She'd understand the feeling. She's much the same in her priorities, more comfortable in this place knowing she can keep an eye on others and know others are keeping an eye on her, in case anything happens. His exclamation gets an easy laugh from her and another squeeze, rocking him as her weight shifts one foot to the other, one hand slipping up to stroke over his hair. )

I'm quite lucky myself, you know. To have someone to care about me this much.

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digs up old notification with a hint of mortification

shhhhh they hugge, it ok

HUGGE....

BIGGE HUGGE

BIGGE HUEGE

is that shell's pimp name, Big Huge? to make up for how small he feels?

yes it is

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