[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.

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[psycelliums]

"You could ask, couldn't you? Or is that not allowed?" Reiner made a face. "I'm only asking because it affects me. Like I've said, I like to know what I'm dealing with and you hit me, so I think the bit of information is fair, don't you?

[pace_tua]

"He doesn't like to explain himself," Peace replied with a shrug. "I mean, I could ask, but that doesn't mean he'll really say anything about it."

As it was, he was barely willing to tell her why he didn't mention a mission partner in the briefing. Peace's eyes started to grow heavier as she laid there. "I like Miklos, but he's kinda ridiculous about stuff like that."

[psycelliums]

"Right. Aloof type. Got it. Anyway.. let's change the subject, yeah? Neither of us is very happy with, Mr. Roboto right now so whatever. What exactly is it you do? Gives me a better idea what we're in for here. How we can make this go more efficiently.."

[pace_tua]

"Ah, let's see..." Peace sat up, and with the blankets pulled around her, she looked an awful lot like a scoop of ice cream. "I'm a retrocognative psychic medium, I guess? Object reading, is what I guess you could call it at its basic point. Whatever I touch I kind of see in seconds. It lasts a lot longer for me, though."

Unless she was terrified. "A side-effect of that is that I can't touch people, at all, ever."