poly_chromatic | accidental video/voice [backdated a little]

[As is often the case in these things, it begins with a animal knocking the device askew, showing a cock-eyed view of a coffee table and a woman sleeping on the sofa behind it. The table is scattered with a pack of empty cigarettes and a full ashtray and a similarly empty bottle of alcohol with a glass of melted ice nearby.

As the living room around her finally reverts back to it's fully solid and non-glass state, a Prussian Blue cat jumps onto the sofa, sniffing at her mistress lightly before snuggling in next to her. Bleary human eyes open and a hand pulls out from under the blanket to scratch the cat's ears and Mara's muffled voice is heard.]

He's coming back, that's how things work, they have to.

[There's a whine off-screen from a dog.]

That goes for you, too. Don't you worry.

[She sits up a little, realizing that everything's gone solid again. For the briefest moment, there's hope in her eyes, but she tamps it down and reaches for the device, switching it to voice, not realizing it's been broadcasting video. The screen goes dark as she addresses the network.]

Ken? Are you back, love? Are you alright? Aya? Ivy?

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[Bandit retreats back into quiet watchfulness but sure enough, a little while later, he's insistently whining again. Another cat appears from where he's been hiding at the sound and a moment later,t he dog barks and takes off for the door.

After the knob turns, a very dirty, sunburned man walks in, but there's no mistaking who it is.]

Mara?

[She doesn't quite believe it. She knows, intellectually and from her own experience what happens when people die here, but that voice inside her head, the one that always said she would never get what she wanted, not really, has been very loud of late.

She can't stand yet, but she can mange a choked-sounding response.]

Ken?

[Bandit's already at his feet, bouncing and yipping at him. Of course, Gent the cat wants nothing to do with such noise so he jumps up on the couch to curl up with Mara, waiting his turn.

A few moments later and Ken's by the couch, bending down to offer Mara a small smile.]

Hey. I'm home.

[When he reaches up to touch her face, his hand is warm, and not sunburned warm, either.]

[He's alive. Even if she didn't feel the hand on her face, her Reaper senses confirmed it. Alive. She doesn't understand it, that's clear enough on her face, but she doesn't care as she leans forward to press her forehead against his.]

You're home.

Looks like you're stuck with me for a little while longer.

[He shifts just enough to kiss her forehead.]

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I am fine, thank you for asking.

Where are you?

With Mr Leon. Are you all right?

I've been better, dear. Are you... are you staying with Me. Leon, now?

Yes. I have hired him as my bodyguard.

[ p a u s e. she's supposed to keep her distance, but she does like mara and she was kind to her. ] I hope that you will feel better.