Her Majesty's tears and the pauper's blood

[sweetmotherofgod]

CHARACTERS: Heather Mason (plus demon) and OTA
LOCATION: the oxygen garden, the kitchen, or just strolling the corridors looking for... stuff
WARNINGS: bad manners, bad language, and possible violence (prearranged she is not going to attack anyone)
SUMMARY: Heather hasn't been out and about much this jump, and when she has she's been with Tillman and probably engaged in what looked like pretty intense conversation or trying to hold his hand under the table at breakfast without anyone noticing. Now it's what passes for the wee small hours and she's out unattended for the first time since the jump.
NOTES: Please feel free to grab any of the locations I mentioned or throw in your own! I promised a few people demon interaction, so this is for anyone who wants some :D I'm also cool with prose or action so pick your favourite and I'll follow.


It's been a rough couple of months. That's probably why Heather's been acting a little out of sorts. She's made and lost a dear friend in the space of a jump. Perhaps it's missing Kitten's fashion advice that means she's ditched her own clothes for the Tranquility jumpsuit again, although why she's accessorizing with dogtags instead of her usual ever-present locket is anyone's guess.

But now it's late – or early, depending on your perspective – and she's out and messing with things. Wandering the corridors looking for something to do. In the kitchens with a slight curl to her lip, poking packets of alleged food. In the garden, staring at a patch of dark red flowers she'd been tending near obsessively and looking like she's contemplating ripping them up.

She's obviously bored. Why not say hi?

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[sweetmotherofgod]

"Dogtags." She attempted blinking, wide-eyed innocence and failed almost immediately. He was so cross, all bluster and bark. Like a cranky chihuahua. It was lovely, and such a relief to be speaking to someone that Heather disliked enough to get away with not trying to hide her own amusement.

"Yeah? Tell me, what's he doing?"

Because a couple hours ago, he'd been brushing her hair back off her face and swearing he'd fix things, make everything okay. Swiftly followed by spooning and the deep sleep of someone who thought they'd found a little bit of right after a long, long run of wrong. Wouldn't do to let that slip too soon, though.

[player_not_slayer]

"I fucking know that. What the hell are they doing around your neck?"

Those dogtags, man. Kable had been wearing them for as long as Simon remembered. Hell, they'd been visible on the 3-D rendered figure of the guy when Simon had been flipping through his choices for signing up for Slayers. And the man had never taken it off. So why the fuck now, and why the fuck are they on her?

"I don't know exactly what it is that Kable does in his spare time. I'm hardly his fucking babysitter."

That perhaps came out a little more defensive than he'd anticipated, as he tried to shrug both it and the dogtags off and tried to regain control of his snark. It was hard though. Heather was getting to him a little more than usual, somehow.

[sweetmotherofgod]

"I overpowered him and took them, of course. What do you think? He gave them to me." She kept her tone light and breezy. Telling him what he already knew was going to do all the work here, especially when the lack of sarcasm or aggression seemed to bother him so much more. She canted her head and gave it her best shot at an expression of concern - which wasn't very good at all, considering her lingering smile.

"Are you okay? You seem... upset. A little off your game."

No unnecessary emphasis there at all, no sir.

[player_not_slayer]

"Bullshit."

No. No. Not to Heather. Kable wouldn't just do that, give away something personal like that, to her. There was another reason for it, even if he couldn't think of one other than her sniping them off of him while he was asleep. It was more likely than her sarcastic suggestion, that she'd taken him down for whatever reason, beaten his Kable, because seriously. Heather hadn't even been able to take him out while aiming a fucking taser at his chest. She wouldn't be able to take on the Slayer if she couldn't touch the player.

Her query, couched in feigned concern and real sarcasm, made him shrug, brushing off the more obvious barbs aimed to get to him. Or at least make a show of brushing them off.

"I'll be better once your skank-ass face is up out of my business."

It wasn't a particularly polished insult, but it was better than nothing.

"But I want Kable's tags first." Hand them over, bitch.

[sweetmotherofgod]

She shrugged, a clear think-what-you-like gesture. Skank-ass face, though? Really? Hard to come up with a decently snappy insult when you were so preoccupied with trying to explain something away, she supposed.

"I'm not giving you something he gave to me. If you have a problem with it just talk it out with him. Try to act like an adult, for once." Which was actually almost proper, adult advice, until she flashed a smile again.

"'course, you'd have to pin him down long enough to have an actual conversation. And that doesn't really seem to be a strong point of yours recently, huh?"