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[othersdie]

[Justin doesn't bother making a post. Neil has already articulated his thoughts on the door, and anyone who wants to find him will know that he's either at the Police Station or in Xanadu. (He would spend more time in the apartment, but the thought that Neil and Todd might end up separated if the door works is more distressing when he's around them.)

He has a bouquet of pink orchids with him. Homegrown, of course, and intended for one very specific visitor, if she comes. She has to come. If the door works, this might be his last chance to see her.

It might be his last chance to see anyone. Justin is, as usual, not optimistic about the outcome of the experiment with the door. At best, everyone with somewhere to be will leave. At worst--well, he's torn between worst-cast scenarios. Either the City could be destroyed and take everyone with it or the Anonymous Movement could force everyone out. (Okay, the first is worst, but the outcomes are equally distasteful. He would lose the only people he cares about either way.) Such lines of thought make Justin even broodier than usual, which is a significant achievement.

Maybe, for once, the worst won't happen.]


[ooc: Anything goes! No, really. Go ahead and assume that he's been available since the fourteenth.]

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[deadly_legacy]

[The last time she'd visited the city, Justin had been gone, but maybe on a day like today... Maybe she could find him again?

She goes to Xanadu to look. She's hopeful, but also nervous.]

[othersdie]

[That had been another temporary exit. Justin can't seem to escape the City for long.]

Euphie? [He's pretty sure it's her, but not willing to get his hopes up.]

[deadly_legacy]

Justin? [She spins toward the voice, face lighting up.] You're here! [Hurrying toward him.]

[othersdie]

So are you. [His genius does not extend to situations where he's compelled to actually smile. He opens his arms for a hug, not the least bit concerned about possible orchid-bruising.]

[deadly_legacy]

[And they are quickly tangled into a mass of hugging limbs. The best kind of tangle. It requires no genius just eagerness and fulfilled longing.] You were gone last time!

[othersdie]

[Eagerness and fulfilled longing are things he has in spades! The orchids get tossed aside because those are suddenly the least important things ever.] I was. I always come back.

[deadly_legacy]

[Poor orchids! They are very sweet or they will be when she manages to notice something that isn't him.] How long? [She was so sad to miss him before. She hoped he was well somehow.]

[othersdie]

Almost a month. I'm sorry I missed you.

[He'll make up for it by not letting go. Possibly ever.]

[deadly_legacy]

It's not your fault. You're here now. We both are! [After all, it's usually her failing to be in the city as much as she'd like to change that.] Tell me everything.