[EVENT] The Simulation Ends

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: 6I Fountain Park & Elsewhere
WHEN: April 1
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: N/A

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In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.

Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.

But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.

Far, far away, in a place that isn't really there, people begin to blink out of existance.

It is the first of April.

It is precisely ten o'clock in the morning.



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Comments

[3ofswords]

Something different might be nice, just to separate from what once was--that previous iteration who has only ever been the disappointment in Bodhi's face and writing on a page. That Kira who meant so much to people he hadn't met, might never meet. That Kira who lived in New York, that Kira who thought maybe this ride had a point where he could jump off. A solution, a way home.

Home is where they're put. He believes it more with each day, each revelation and challenge.

And, the length does wonders to hide that hook of a scar, on the side of his head. Voicing none of that, he tilts his head in her grip, mouth quirking at one edge. "Maybe I just want to give you more to grab onto."

[cleptes]

Seeing that mouth quirk, Bela raises her brows and gives Kira an almost coy smile. Maybe she will reconsider her earlier decision to not flirt with him. The slight tilt of his head makes it easier for Bela to slide her fingers into his hair, and that's exactly what she does.

"How considerate of you." She teases gently, fingers still threading through Kira's hair. "I think I ought to try it out sometime. See exactly how much I can grab onto."

Bela isn't even attempting to be subtle and well, she'll blame Kira for instigating it. Maybe he could use the distraction too, at least until things settled down in the village again.

[3ofswords]

Subtlety is more fun when the world isn't ending--or beginning, as he suspects. Why not begin it with some old coping mechanisms and a promise of completely irresponsible behavior, after they've made sure everyone is alive and accounted for?

They're still out in the open--hardly the only pair running hands over arms and hair, assessing. Maybe the only pair so obviously flirting in the wake of disaster, but whatever puts a smile on their faces. Whatever makes this okay for seconds at a time. Difference is, there's no real claim in it. He's hers for an evening or morning at a time, when she'll have him, and he's glad of it.

This shit is already complicated enough. It is entirely simple when he turns his head, kissing her palm as it passes back out of his hair. "Maybe you should come around later, after I've tallied everyone up and figured out if I can still loan you something to wear in the morning."

[cleptes]

His company made this place tolerable, so she was fine with being openly flirtatious and just a tiny bit affectionate towards Kira. This casual thing they had going on is exactly what she needs, and wants to continue.

The kiss to her palm draws a smile from Bela before she nods. "I will come around later, make a night of it. And a morning of course." Not forgetting that. "The sweater you gave me before was nice, but I think I'll need something more weather appropriate."

Bela knows how important his role was in the village, taking a stock of people and the inventory that they had; she didn't want to hold Kira back from it.

"Do you need help or are you okay?"