[Open] Watershed

[pace_tua]

Hotels were always strange for Peace. There was, of course, work to be done. Expectations as a member of the Illuminati to be maintained (do order room service, do not order pizza), while she waited for her assignment to come trickling down. Miklos was busy, had been busy for a while, and while Peace was generally glad to not have to shove her hands into someone’s body, relive their memories, it was easy to get bored. Who knew where Anna and Calen had gotten off to? Since their break up, it was awkward to deal with either one of them. In fact, she hadn't even seen Anna, having been told to go to Agartha first and take the nearest portal to their targeted city.

God-in-Heaven, was she ever bored.

She spun around in the chair, clutching her knees to her chest and letting the centrifugal force move her ever-faster, one foot on the floor, kicking the carpet. It was nice to let her deep blue hair just fly around her head sometimes, instead of pinned up into a fancy side bun. She watched hours of mindless TV, then shut it off when the commercials started to hurt her eyes. Peace slept, off and on, unsure of how to handle this free time without Sir Pugsley barking to be let out for a potty break, or lick her nose for attention, or curl up in the curve of her legs as she slept and let out a little puggle sigh of content.

Really, if she had to admit it, Peace was kind of jealous of her dog’s ability to just be. No responsibilities (but, then, she had so few), nothing like the End of Days to worry about. No swallowing a bee. It must’ve been great to be a dog.

As she dozed off, she heard a click at the door as the magnetized lock came undone and immediately rolled off the bed and under it, glad for the thinness of her body, how easily she fit. Maybe now she wouldn’t have to be so bored. Her breathing stilled and she waited to see who it was that had decided to come breaking into her room with no announcement.

This probably would work out better for her, she thought in hindsight, if she'd been dressed properly in clothes and not sleeping shorts and a t-shirt.

Comments

[pace_tua]

"I am the 'defend self, then ask handler what just happened type',so yeah, kinda."

Peace shook her head and her spine made several pleasing popping noises while she continued to reach for the end of the bed. "Miklos gave me your file, but I don't know why he didn't say anything. He's really on top of telling me to expect someone. He doesn't like it when he has to do up additional paperwork."

[psycelliums]

"I'm sure. I doubt it was an accident. More.. passive-aggressive. Though I don't see the point. Who really suffers here?"

[pace_tua]

"Did you call him an angry Scandinavian Viking lately?" she asked rolling to her side to look at him. For a very brief moment, the ugly, angry-looking scars on her thighs could be seen, but vanished under a thick coverlet the very next. "Ooh, or a robot. He hates that. I mean, he basically is and just needs to accept the truth of it in his life, but he hates it."

[psycelliums]

"No. Well. Not to his face, anyway. Robot. Not the Viking bit. It's less obvious when you're not-.." He paused to consider his words. "Tall blondes are not that uncommon in my country. So the Viking bit is lost on me."

He was curious about the scars but it was one of those things that common sense suggested he maybe didn't want to bring up. It was debatable if it was the battle scar sort of thing. In his experience it was in too specific a place to fall under that category.

[pace_tua]

"Then I dunno. He spies on texts too, at least according to what he says sometimes about mine." Peace shrugged. "But he's been less friendly with me lately, and I'm not sure why that is."

Peace frowned. If she could touch him, the answer would be hers in seconds, but he'd been even less affable than usual and (she hated to admit it) it stung a bit. Maybe he was unhappy with her performance lately, and so this had happened.

Who knew?