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[The video opens to--well, not much of anything. It's night; the stars are visible, and Chekov's face is lit by the dim glow of his network device. He's remarkably subdued, but he typically does only pause to make network posts when he's in a low or contemplative mood.]

For anyone who has not heard already and knew them, Lena and Asami are no longer in the City. I did not know Asami as well as I wish I might have, but Lena was a good friend. At least she will be happy to be home... she did not like being in the City.

[And changing topics. No one wants to dwell on the negative.]

I have two questions. First, does anyone know how the ship on the side of the mountain came to be where it is? I went inside of it, but there was nothing informative there and most of it was, I think, inaccessible. It looks to me like a spacecraft. I have heard stories in the City of aliens and creatures coming from beyond the barriers, but nothing related to a ship like this.

My second question is this: is it common to experience memory loss in the City? If not, should I be concerned? My medical knowledge is very limited, but if there is something wrong with my brain, I would like to know. It is, after all, the most important thing that I have.

[He ends the feed with a forced smile.]

[ooc: Picture is not IC, just there for your reference.]

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[Lucy sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.] Pavel, I'm not stupid and I know he shouldn't have hit me. Even if he was crazy at the time, but you know what, he was kind of the lesser of two evils. He kept me safe from someone who wanted to do horrible things to me and kill me. And most of the time he was good to me. And you know what, he left and I was kidnapped, tortured, murdered and he did something so horrible to my body afterwards that Castiel never did tell me what it was. So you know...it was what it was. I'll make smarter choices next time.

[Sorry. This isn't the conversation she intended to have with him. Or anyone]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--discuss that. [She took a deep breath] Okay. So what's the last thing you saw.

[Just... wait a moment for all of that to sink in. He had no idea what sorts of things Lucy has been through, and this is worse than he could have possibly imagined--ever, for anyone.]

Lucy... [What to even say?] I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that your choices were stupid, and that-- [Have some gesticulating while Chekov tries to find words.] I am sorry, and I hope that none of that will happen again.

[Oh, um.]

Trees. The last thing I remember is being around many trees.

Edited 2012-11-29 22:11 (UTC)

[Sorry, Chekov. Didn't really mean to lay all of that on you.]

Thanks. [She's quiet in response for a moment.]

Okay, that's not really helpful, is it? You don't remember any sounds or smells?

[It's all good. Better to have that kind of thing out than in.]

Of course.

[He thinks. And thinks. And comes up with nothing.]

Normal forest sounds and smells. There was nothing unusual.

Are you okay at least?

I am unharmed.

[Have a smile, since that's not a lie. It's not entirely the truth, either; Chekov places a lot of value on his mind and having it malfunction is very worrying.]

[She purses her lips to one side, obviously still not entirely satisfied.]

And I'm still worried about you.

[Drat, she's on to him.]

I'm slightly worried myself, but it will be fine.

[ Well she likes him and she worries so of course she's onto him. ]

I could come over after I close the shop. I don't know how it'll help your memory but you'd have company?

I would never refuse your company, but the house I live in is very crowded. Maybe your apartment would be better.

Oh! Sure. I'll be off work in about an hour.

Then I will see you in approximately an hour, Lucy.

You can pick me up at the store if you want. I'll lock up and you can walk me home.

That will be better. I'll see you very soon.

I'll be here closing up. Just come on in even if the lights are out.

I will.

[ooc: Action spam? Assume? I'm cool with anything. ^^]

[Lucy has restocked the shelves, counted the money for the day and shut off most of the lights in the store. She's just got to run back to the office and put the days earnings up in the safe. She did leave the front door unlocked so that Chekov can come right on in when he arrives. Despite being tired from work (she walked around barefoot the last hour) she's pretty excited about seeing Chekov. She hasn't seen him in a while and she doesn't even want to think what it means that she's excited about seeing him. She's just going to take the excitement and worry about the rest later. She's talking to herself (and the dark store) when she says:]

I'll think about that tomorrow. It's a Southern Belle tradition.

[Chekov might arrive a little sooner than anticipated; he sees no reason to wait for things when it's within his power to take action immediately. His impatience to get moving is only amplified by the fact that he's going to see Lucy--Lucy who is beautiful and funny in spite of the things that have happened to her.

He isn't entirely sure how Lucy sees him or what to call whatever-they-have or even if she truly has a romantic interest in him. She's difficult for him to figure out because she's a woman, not a girl like Irina or Tessa or anyone else he has liked. What he does know is that he wants to spend as much time with her as she will allow and he wants her to be happy. He knows that he'll try very hard to ensure that nothing bad happens to her. He even thinks that he loves her, but that's not something to trouble her with. Lucy is afraid of love, he is young and clueless, the City may take either of them away at any time--it's best to enjoy being in love without complicating anything.

The store is indeed dark when he arrives. He slips in the open door in time to catch the end of her conversation with herself.]

Lucy? Are you the only one here?

[Oh Chekov. He's a very smart boy and he's going about things in precisely the right way. She's quite content as long as words like love, boyfriend and relationship aren't mentioned. She starts freaking out when she realizes those are precisely words that are applicable, but that's a bridge to cross later.

She does, actually, have a romantic interest in him. He continually bowls her over by being sweet and kind. He likes her and Lucy is generally constantly surprised when someone isn't annoyed by her. He's fun and he's very good looking. She knows that he is very much the kind of person she could fall in love with. She's just going to ignore that for as long as possible and enjoy his company. Plus kissing. She will always enjoy the kissing.

She jumps a little at his voice and then laughs at herself.]

Yeah. I was just talking to myself.

[And she's going to greet him with a hug and a kiss to the cheek.]

[The kissing will never not be enjoyed on Chekov's end.]

Then I hope I didn't interrupt an important conversation.

[A better greeting could not be asked for. He hugs her back tightly, as he has been wanting to do ever since she mentioned the less pleasant things in her past. (But, to be fair, he wanted to hug Lucy before that...)]

[Excellent]

Nope, not at all. In fact, you're a very welcome distraction. Myself is not a very good conversationalist.

[She smiles as he hugs her tightly and squeezes back a bit, resting her cheek against his chest.]

What's this for? Not that I'm opposed to long hugs. I'm pretty pro hugs in any form.

Yourself sounded interesting to me.

[The fact that Lucy is short enough to not be eye-to-eye with him is one of those silly small things that Chekov appreciates quite a lot. He lets up on the hug, but doesn't move his arms.]

Does it need a reason? I haven't seen you in entire days.

[ She's entirely fine with the loose sort of embrace.] Pavel, I think you are brilliant. Particularly in your standards of interesting. [Her words are punctuated with a smile]

That is the best sort of reason. Ever. [And it gets him another kiss to his cheekbone.]

Let me get my heels and my bag and we can head back to the flat.

[She pulls away to retrieve her high heels from behind the counter. When she puts those on she's four inches taller, but as she's barely five foot barefoot, Chekov is in no danger of feeling short. Her bag goes over her shoulder and she click-clacks back over to him, looping her arm through his.]

Escort me home, Chivalrous Knight.

Thank you. In terms of interesting, I put you in the same realm as transwarp theory. [beat] Transwarp theory is exceptionally fascinating.

[Half the time, he doesn't know what he does to warrant kissing. There will not, however, be complaints. Once she's ready to go, he gladly takes her arm.]

As you wish, Lady Lucy.

[His comparison made her giggle.] I think I'm going to put that on my resume: "As interesting as transwarp theory'. So what is transwarp theory? Blonde terms please.

[With Lucy, there's not a lot of telling. It's always a good thing though. She pauses at the door to lock it up and then they're off down the sidewalk toward her flat while he attempts to explain transwarp theory.]

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