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open | all I want is the moon upon a stick

Date & Time: October 10th onwards.
Location: Around the base.
Characters: Ellie and you.
Summary: Ellie's hangin' around, totally over this moon business.
Warnings: Swearing.

a. the cafeteria
[Ellie sits at one of the tables in the cafeteria, a pyramid of upside-down cups stacked in front of her. It's certainly not the sturdiest of structures, but she's spent some time on it, and she's vaguely proud of her accomplishment. They only clattered to the floor once or twice.

Now that she's done, she leans back and slides down a few inches in her seat. Well. That killed twenty minutes.

She reaches out a hand to slowly nudge one of the cups at the bottom corner of her pyramid. That might be loud if she keeps going.]

b. the observatory
[Space is cool. It kind of makes her feel like she's falling when she looks out the window or through any screens, but she keeps coming back to the observatory to do just that. She's not sure if she likes that feeling or not. The wasteland where Exsilium once was is still visible, but Ellie doesn't seem to pay it much mind right now. She's lying on her back on the floor, sneakers propped up against a wall, comic book held over her face.

Every now and then she makes some sort of noise. This comic is so intense.]

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Ughh, no cards. I've played enough cards to last an entire lifetime.

[Card games and board games mostly survived.]

Are you sure you can handle anything that's not sleeping, eating, or drinking coffee right now?

I'm Batgirl.

[Which is apparently a "yes", since that little declaration is followed by her drinking her mug of coffee in one go and getting to her feet.]

You ever been to an arcade?

[those are better than cards and board games.]

Batgirl with some puffy bags under her eyes.

[Maybe she's just teasing. At the mention of an arcade, she smiles softly.]

Once. Nothing worked, obviously.

[She had made Rylie go in there with her. It was so exciting to see games she had only read about, even if she couldn't actually play them. Kids were so lucky before the infection happened.]

Edited (new hero) 2013-10-17 12:26 (UTC)

I'm as gorgeous as ever, thank you very much.

[It's clearly playful; she's not actually that full of herself.]

Well, I'll make sure this one does. I think I can probably program a couple of easier games.

[And a pinball machine or two.

Maybe she can manage DDR.... she wonders if Ellie would have fun with that.]

I think you could use some more beauty sleep.

[Said with a laugh and a smile--Ellie thinks Steph is one of the prettiest people she's ever met, even when she's just rolled out of bed.]

... easier games? What, you think I can't handle the tough stuff?

[She's not even sure what that would consist of.]

Or maybe just more concealer.

[jks jks all of her tiny supply of make up is being saved in case Saul gives her hickeys anywhere visible.]

Pretty much. [so very wry] I've learned a lot from Oracle about programming, but I'm not that good, and I'd have to work from memory.

[She doesn't have that much experience playing arcade games.]

Concealer? [Guess who doesn't know much about make up.]

Wow, you're not even humoring me anymore.

Make up, to hide dark circles or pimples or whatever.

[Not that Steph uses it that much; she only has some concealer and foundation in Exsilium.

At the second comment, she makes a face.]

Sorry for giving a straight answer for once in my life.

Oh. [She doesn't see why you would bother to hide circles and she's been amazingly acne free despite having a constantly dirty face, so she doesn't really see the point, but whatever.]

Timing, Steph. Timing. You were supposed to tell me that I could handle any sort of arcade game.

[This is Ellie teasing. She's in the mood for it, today.]

[Teasing, ugh.

But no, she grins and reaches out to ruffle Ellie's hair, making sure to broadcast the move so Ellie knows what she's doing.]

Nah, see, I'm pretty sure you can handle anything. [It's light, teasing, but there's genuine warmth in it, too.] I can't even joke about that.

[Ellie's used to Stephanie by now, so even if she hadn't made it obvious, she wouldn't have been startled. She grumbles and makes as how of flattening down her hair after batting Steph's hand away, though.]

I can handle you trying to give me a concussion, apparently.

Have you ever even hand a concussion?

[Ellie pls, she hardly touched you.]

I think so.

[Said with a wry smile because maybe she forgot! Except no, she's been thrown to the floor so hard she's blacked out--she's pretty sure that was a concussion.]

You worry me, corazón.

[It's said fondly, but she's also shaking her head.

Not like she can throw stones, though, considering her own casual attitude to getting injured.]

Still fond of that nickname, huh?

[Not nearly as much of a killer as LITTLE SISTER.]

I think it fits. [Her smile softens after a moment, though.] Does it bother you?

[Because teasing aside, she will stop if it makes Ellie uncomfortable.]

It doesn't bother me. It's... nice. I like it. [She may not be too fond of being called kid, but other nicknames aren't too bad.]

[She's pretty sure her heart just grew three sizes.]

Good.

[Steph slows down, gently winding an arm around Ellie's shoulders and pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head.]

You know I love you, right?

[Maybe she's feeling a little sentimental right now. For reasons.]

[This would be Ellie going absolutely rigid, shoulders tensing. It's not the arm around them or the kiss to the top of the head, it's the words. I love you. No one's ever said that to her before. She's never said it to anyone, either, and though there are people she loves, it's just... not a word she uses. Not something she gives voice to. Maybe Steph just tosses these things around lightly. Love. Little sister.

Or maybe Ellie is a little too tired of the people she's loved getting taken away or leaving her or almost dying.

She opens her mouth to say something, but she doesn't know what, and she definitely can't walk while her brain tries to process what just happened.]

[There's no way she could miss that reaction, and she lets go of Elie, but only so she can move around so she's in front of her, crouching a little so she's at eye level.]

Hey.

[Gently, and her smile is warm.]

I mean it. I know we haven't known each other for that long, but I'm glad I met you, and I'm wanna be here for you as long as I can.

[She can't make promises, not with things the way they are, here, but she'll do the best she can.]

[It's a few long beats before Ellie can meet Steph's eyes, embarrassed that she's having such a reaction over something that seems to come to the older girl so easily.

After another several moments of staring into blue eyes, searching for something, Ellie tosses her arms around Steph's neck.

She might not have it in her to say the words, but she can appreciate them all the same.]

[She doesn't think Ellie needs to be embarrased; this sort of thing didn't used to come easily for her, either. Cass had a lot to do with teaching her to be a bit more open about affection, although that tended to be more towards the physical.

Like the hug, for example.

Which she returns without hesitation, winding her arms around Ellie's middle and holding her tight for as long as Ellie wants.]

[Ellie likes being hugged. Since being brought to Exsilium, since winter, since almost losing him, since almost losing everything, she and Joel have been discovering how much comfort a hug from the other could bring. He made her feel safe.

Steph's hugs are warm and comfortable and make her feel--loved, she guesses, without the worries about overstepping into a dead girl's territory or hurting a broken father by reminding him of what he's lost. There aren't really any strings attached.

She clings for a bit, then forces herself to let Steph go with a shy little smile. Maybe she'd have to make an effort, be a little less hesitant, and initiate their hugs more often. She could do that for Steph.]

[Hugs are pretty great.

She lets go of Ellie when she feels her start to pull away, and between the reaction and that shy smile, she thinks she figures out what's going on.]

Don't hear that a lot, huh?

[She idly rubs her nose with her hand. That obvious, huh?]

More like not ever.

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