everything i love is out to sea

[fullmoon]

CHARACTERS: Remus Lupin & Various
LOCATION: Miscellaneous.
WARNINGS: TBA.
SUMMARY: Catch-all for June.
NOTES: No general starters, but I want to RP with literally everyone, so hit me up if you want me to start something special just for you and I absolutely will! Or stick someone in an accessible area and I’ll roll with it. Remus is friendly.

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[darkart]

Severus should probably - okay, probably definitely - already be out of the old genetics labs and moved on, and for the most part, he is. Anything worth saving has been dragged out, the major damage inspected and documented in an effort half work and half curiosity bu him and Charles, but there's so much more than that in there. Getting to see how the Tranquility tears through magic like shredding paper up close and personal has proven to be rare; that it's his magic just means he knows intimately what the margin for difference is.

So it's difficult to pull himself away from it, but he does. That has to be secondary to the venture beginning shortly, and after he texts Lupin the brusque outline of the issue (Problem with the old lab area. Moving immediately, be down here to look at 07:00.) he's back in the science labs, moving papers into his office. Well. The area he's decided is his office. 'Office'. In space. Whatever.

[fullmoon]

Remus doesn't answer the message, but his silence is consent—rebellious consent, maybe, because Lily is here, one of the several wounds that bleeds anew whenever Remus talks to Sirius has been finally and properly stitched up and set to mend, and Remus needs Severus that much less.

Not yet not at all, though. He shows up on time.

"Hello, Severus," he says, tired and concerned and incessantly pleasant, stopped politely beyond the boundaries of what seems to be his space. "What sort of problem?"

[darkart]

He isn't thinking about Lily. As far as Severus is concerned, he won't see her again at all on the ship except for fleeting, incidental glimpses in the medbay during jumps-- and that is the best option. The lot of them (that Granger girl's abrupt tirade against 'bullying' aside) could decide at any time he needs to go. It's an entirely likely possibility and at this point, Severus isn't sure he'd fight back. Albus isn't here. Maybe there's no reason to try with them.

Barring that, he has work to do, and will continue doing it until he's no longer able. Or, in this case, until Lupin tells him he's changed his mind and doesn't want his help after all. Severus isn't sure if he'd fight that, either.

"The ship changed several hallways during the jump," he says, not looking up from sorting a large messy stack of papers with notes scratched all over them, "at least that appears to be the issue. It snapped the wards straight through. I could rebuild it but the damage from the spellwork rebounding in an attempt to hold is going to make it too volatile to bother doing if I want something complete before the next cycle."

no, glasses off. your typos make me feel better about mine.

[fullmoon]

"We," Remus corrects mildly. It's half an offer—he really never intended to make Snape to take on any of this alone—and half an assertion, a minor point he wouldn't have bothered pressing last cycle, when he was more lost and more desperate and his sense of dignity and autonomy was of tertiary importance at best. Now it's at least secondary.

He looks in the general direction of the old labs and considers asking if he can see. Curiosity, not relevance, and the memory of Snape's face in the medbay is enough to keep him from being an intentional nuisance for a little while. He doesn't ask.

"Are you sure you'll have time at all? I can try to take more of the recon work."

Passenger's Quarters, Floor 32 (Sirius & Lily)

[fullmoon]

She's here somewhere.

In the time it took Remus to find Sirius after the jump and explain what little he knew—three whole sentences of information—it was too late to find her. Maybe that's for the best. Remus has steadied himself and is now significantly less likely to compound her shock and alarm by crying like a child. Lily has hopefully had time to breathe. Sirius—

Maybe Sirius shouldn't be here. But Remus's trust in him and in Harry and in the people who were on the ship before him, who left Sirius here alive in their wakes, still outweighs the niggling concern that it's all of it less real and reliable than the dozens of witnesses back home.

He'll know for sure quickly enough, this way.

Or maybe not so quickly. He frowns down the length of a corridor, fidgeting with a loose thread in his jacket pocket. "I could just ask Severus," he says, not for the first time, and not expecting the response to be any more agreeable.

[doggedly]

"If you say that again, I'm going to punch you."

The last person Sirius wants to involve in this--or in anything ever--is Snape. The less he has to think about Snape, the better, though of course that's really an impossible sort of thing to aim for. Snape is here, so Sirius thinks of him in the peripheral sense more often than he'd like to. Seeing him around on the network doesn't do anything to help with that.

But seriously: better to keep Snape far away from himself, and everyone he gives a damn about. Which means that they're here, on the thirty-second floor, with basically next to nothing to go on, except for the information that Lily is here.

It's funny, but two years ago, Sirius would have been much less excited about that information. Lily Evans was more nuisance than anything, a continual pain for James to obsess over. Even when they'd grown closer, Sirius hadn't quite trusted her. His lot was always more for James, obviously (if he knew the maxim bros before hoes, Sirius would live and die by it), and he didn't like anything that threatened to break up the Marauders in any way--but even that had begun, slowly, to change. Having Lily aboard the Tranquility had helped with that.

And now she's back. And here, somewhere, and Sirius will be damned if he doesn't find her. It's practically a duty, as James' best mate--and a Gryffindor's duty, at the very least.

He turns an unimpressed look at Remus, his wand already in his hand. "Come off it. There's two of us, and we're not stupid. What the hell do we need him for, he'll only be a prick about it."

But there are an awful lot of doors, argues the sensible voice in his head. It's a voice that sounds a great deal like Remus, even now, but as he's got the real Remus right here, Sirius doesn't feel guilty for crushing the voice and ignoring it and moving on.

"Since when are you afraid of a little tedious repetitive work, Lupin, this is exactly your sort of thing."

[fullmoon]

Remus has well and thoroughly lost the high ground, when it comes to violence, so he doesn't say anything. Not about that, and barely about anything else: he only says, "Thanks ever so much," nearly under his breath, with barely a sideways glance and no hint of any old, well-worn arguments, like well someone has to do it, or actually it's very interesting, or you may find this hard to believe but every now and then hard work pays off.

(He reached a point, sometime during the last year, where jokes began to sting like insults, friendly bickering felt real, and it all became more trouble than it was worth. It's a hard pattern to break. Distracted as he is at the moment, he doesn't even notice he might be out of sync.)

But all right. No Snape. They can do this the unnecessarily difficult way, for pride and honor and Godric himself, etc. ad nauseam, and Remus can try to silently will Lily into deciding to venture out of her room before it goes on too long. He takes his wand out.

"You take right, I'll take left?" he asks, already moving.

/girly punch … What. You said hit you up. /lame

[sophically]

The first time she saw him was at a distance. He looked… Different, but the same. Younger, definitely, and far less fatigued, yet she was hesitant to call his name. It had taken most of her courage to contact Professor Snape and Sirius.

He's the easier one to talk to. Why are you dawdling?

Hermione slipped her wand up her sleeve, found what crumbs of Gryffindor bravery she had left and strode after him.

"R-Remus…?" it really was a shame how her voice wobbled. So much for seeming well put together.

ha!!

[fullmoon]

Easy to talk to—yes, that's him, already smiling when he stops in the middle of the corridor and turns around to look at her. "Hello," he says, with an air of quizzical apology that comes from having no idea who she is, how she knows him, or why she sounds worried about it. "Penelope, isn't it?" He pays peripheral attention to the network, at least.

If not for her network broadcast he might think she's one of the people he knew when he was here before, the ones he can't remember anymore, which is terrible. But not the case here, thank Merlin.

Though the alternative isn't much kinder.

"If we met after 1982, I don't know you yet," he says. "I'm sorry."

:D So friendly.

[sophically]

Her heart stopped doing cartwheels and she visibly relaxed at his greeting. It seemed unlikely that he had suddenly gotten nicer with age, but there had been a slight possibility…

Giving her head a firm shake, she sought for her voice again and corrected him:

"I only said my name was Penelope because I was afraid Death Eaters might be onboard the ship." needless to say, those who bear the Dark Mark would love to do nasty things to her. Well, most of them at any rate.

"I'm actually Hermione Granger. I'm Harry's best friend. One of them." it hurt to think of Ron - even vaguely, "There's no need for you to apologize. I don't think anyone knew timelines could be crossed in space."

Security offices come at me

[jurisimpudent]

[For the first day after Tyke had put him on probation - no matter that she'd explained her reasons, and explained them well - he'd honestly thought about quitting. It was the shame of it, really. It was beyond humiliating to be under any sort of disciplinary action, and even if was largely for show, it was still a show. People out there would know. If they inquired, they would know that Edgeworth wasn't good at his job, that Edgeworth was emotionally compromised, that Edgeworth was in the wrong. It would be easier to just quit.

But he doesn't quit. Of course he doesn't. There are, ultimately, things more important than his pride.

Even so, he's a gloomy presence around the Security offices. He speaks little - just sits grimly and does paperwork, works out patrol schedules, adjusts and re-adjusts things around the room. He also mans the front desk and is the first sight for anyone coming in to speak to Security about any matter - poor them. His stare, as soon as they come in, is flat and grim and unwelcoming.]

/COMES AT YOU

[fullmoon]

[ Remus is difficult to faze, fortunately, and on the receiving end of a similar look (enjoy being compared to Severus Snape, Edgeworth) often enough to assume that it's just how this man is, rather than that it's a bad time to bother him. Otherwise he might apologize and leave. This isn't actually important at all.

But he's curious. If they're going to try mapping the ship, it will help him to have a better feel for it. And Sirius works for them, allegedly—no, Remus believes it, he really does, and good for him.

So he doesn't walk back out and his crooked half-smile doesn't slip, although he does stop approaching the desk a few steps short of a polite distance. It's more of a wary one. ]

Hello. Is this where I'd file a report?

whoa that sounds a little dirty mind yourself

[jurisimpudent]

Yes.

[Depressed or not, beaten down or not, Edgeworth isn't about to sacrifice his professionalism. There's no lethargy or reluctance in the way he pulls a network device out, the way he snaps it open and pulls open the template for filing reports. Nor is there anything less than firm about the way that he invites the young man - ]

Please have a seat.

[It's not until after he's made the invitation that he realizes - this is Lupin. Older, and wearier, than the Lupin he'd known and fought bitterly with, but still the same man. A flicker of uncertainty crosses his face the moment he recognizes him; nevertheless, he doesn't retract that offer and doesn't comment. Indeed, he asks the standard first question:]

What is your name?

Lounge or Something, Floor 28 (Ilde)

[fullmoon]

Having spent most of last month hiding in his room, Remus may now be overcompensating. But he can't Apparate anywhere he hasn't been—if even there, on a good day—so he does have a decent reason to be wandering through the corridors like he's lost.

He glances into the lounge when he passes, but he's thinking about enchanted bags and modified mapping charms and Lily and Sirius all at once, and he doesn't quite register her until he's already moved past the door.

Then he stops.

Walks backwards a few steps until he can see her again.

"John was my grandfather's name," he says, casually picking up in the middle of a conversation they were never actually having. "My dad wanted Marrok, but my mum wouldn't have it."

[trouvaille]

"Good for her," she says, after only the slightest pause to play mental catch up and figure out that Remus, too, is probably an alarming network creep. She's standing by previous assessments of wizards as all a bunch of weird knobends, to be perfectly honest, even if she is fond of most of those she's encountered.

(How it ended up being 'the nice one' of the marauders that she took instant exception to is a mystery easily solved by spending about five minutes in her company.)

"It is a bit shutting the barn door after the horses have fled, but good for her."

[fullmoon]

"A purely symbolic victory," he agrees, instead of saying oh is that your expert opinion, Ilde 'Gioia' Decima Feather-stone-haugh, because he is in fact the nice one, thanks very much, no quotation marks necessary—but his eyes are sharper than his smile. He's thinking it.

He steps forward to lean one shoulder against the door frame. Settled, but not so settled he can't make a quick escape.

"Lily said you helped her," he says. Unless there's a second Ilde aboard. That would be something. "Thank you."

kitchens!

[altercate]

[ remus has come and gone before. this isn't new, but it isn't any easier, having him arrive in the same jump as tyler goes. derek doesn't have much hope for remus remembering. he hasn't had good luck with it, and he hates that moment when it happens, when he tries to talk to someone like they should know him, and gets a blank look in return, confusion instead of recognition.

but he tries anyway without even thinking when he comes across remus in the kitchen. he wants so badly for remus to just...know him. they were friends. derek had helped him, as best he could, how little he could. he wanted that at least to carry over, even if it was just some small part of it. ]

Remus? [ derek asks from the doorway, expression intent. ] I didn't know you were back.

[fullmoon]

[ Remus looks up at his name, paused with his mug lifted and his pen (typing: manageable but terrible) mid-stroke, and by the time the man finishes talking he's set both of them down. He smiles—but it's reflexive, polite, and removed. Not personal. ]

Yeah, I'm... [ Back. It's hard to think of it that way. Maybe someday he'll sift through the network archives to try to piece together who and what he should already know, but it's one more creepy, disconcerting thing than he can handle right now. He doesn't finish the thought, one eye squinting to turn the smile into an apologetic sort of grimace. ] I'm sorry.

[altercate]

Don't apologize.

[ because it's not his fault. just like it hadn't been his fault the last time, or josh's fault, or any of the other people derek had known who'd left and came back and hadn't recognized him. there's no point in apologizing. it didn't make it any easier, didn't make it feel like any less of a loss. ]

You didn't remember the last time either. [ like this is just something derek's used to, like he can be casual about it. it's mostly bullshit. ] I'm Derek Hale. I knew you before.

[wolfchild]

[ nymeria races out of the pools before arya can assault her with a towel. the direwolf turns, bares her teeth, but her tail is held high and her ears are pricked forward. she plays with arya as if the girl were another direwolf. arya, dripping wet and clad in her smallclothes and an old tunic, which judging from the wet patches she pulled on after getting out of water, seizes the opportunity to throw the towel over nymeria's head. fear of the animal several times larger and many more heavier than she does not exist.

the wolf's attention is diverted when a smell other than the ship's cold, dead air reaches her nose. golden eyes narrow at remus. he's not the first werewolf nymeria has encountered, but her reaction remains the same: wary aggression, a sense of invasion of territory that is hers by another predator. arya chatters as she passes the towel over nymeria's shoulders. the tension coiled there alerts her to another's presence before nymeria's growls can. ]

Who are you?

[ nymeria reacting negatively to people isn't something new. arya can count on one hand the people nymeria has liked from the first. but recent events have heightened her sense of paranoia again. her glare matches nymeria's. ]

[fullmoon]

Remus.

[ He stopped walking as soon as he was growled at and he stays still now, looking at the girl instead of the wolf—not because he's concerned, but because he doesn't want to provoke. No eye contact. No approaching. But he does smile, close-lipped and crooked and uncertain. His hands are empty, his wand poking out of his back pocket instead. He spreads his fingers where his hands hand at his sides to demonstrate how harmless he is. ]

Does it bite?

[ A different child said something reassuring about wolves on the network before when Remus was still too new and overwhelmed to do more than stare at his comms device and doubt anything on it was real. He only has a vague recollection now. ]

[wolfchild]

[ arya frowns. the obvious deference to nymeria is somewhat reassuring, but she doesn't for a second think him harmless, especially when she sees his wand. she has known sirius too long to think the slender stick only that.

back when they first met, sirius had tried to prank her by enchanting the floor to ice so she and nymeria could fall. unfortunately for him, he picked as potential victims the girl and direwolf from the land where it snows in summer and winter frosts the buildings in ice as thick as her arm is long. they enjoyed the ice and cold more than he could have his prank. ]

No. [ any reassurance her answer would provide is ruined immediately after: ] She tears. She'll take your entire leg off if she wants to.

[ bran prefers to set others at ease. let them know summer will harm no one unless given cause. arya doesn't bother. unlike summer, nymeria will snap at the smallest annoyance. better that people know what she will do so they can keep their distance. ]

[exponentiate]

[ tobias fiddles with the zipper of his black jacket while he waits for the elevator. after speaking with nathan and carolyn, he knows his next place to go is the shuttle bay and the windows supposedly there. there are some things he cannot believe until he sees for himself.

when the doors slide open, he walks inside and presses the appropriate button when he notices remus in the hall. tobias swings his hand over the door's edge to keep them open. ]

Getting in? [ he calls. ]

[fullmoon]

[ A nod instead of an answer, first, and Remus doesn't run, but he does take his hands out of his pockets and speed up his walking—previously more of a meander—until he's inside the doors. ]

Thank you.

[ He looks at the buttons and—he wasn't headed for the shuttle bay, but he wasn't headed anywhere else in particular, either. He hasn't been yet. He steps back until the rear wall of the lift is at his back and smiles at the other occupant. ]

Are you one of the flight officers? [ Or, you know, brand new and also exploring. Remus hasn't gotten out enough himself to be able to tell the new faces from the old ones. ]

[exponentiate]

[ tobias lets the doors slide shut and leans against the far wall, his hands in his pockets. he cracks the smallest smile when he hears the question./small> ]

Do I look like one?

[ dressed all in black, straight-backed and proud, and carrying himself with the sort of command instilled in those involved with law enforcement, particularly the military, he looks like an officer. his question, as easily as it may seem mocking, comes across faintly amused. ]