{Hazy sunshine over the hill

[deadlycurves]

WHO: Hargreeves + YOU

WHERE: Krakoa; various

WHEN: Varies, specified by thread

WHAT: Varies, specified by thread

WARNINGS: Warnings will be updated where necessary

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@cannotrest + @obediences {2 guys, 1 girl, and an Awkward Conversation

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Four years ago; A Synod past It's the same as every other one of these gatherings, laced in politics and fake smiles in every direction. He's never been good at these sort of things. Not since he was a kid, ten and not knowing any better, and loving any scrap of attention he could garner from people. The discomfort leads him to the bar and requesting a drink. He doesn't immediately move away when he has a beer sat down in front of him. Instead he stays, and sips his drink, and surveys the people. Eventually, his eyes travel to the other side of him and whoever happens to be sitting there (a woman, probably around his age, maybe, brunette and gorgeous) gets a softly mumbled, "God, I hate these meetings, always feels like a political convention."

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"Aaaaaah," Ashley intones with a nod. "That would explain why I hate them too - never did like politicians."

Well, not just politicians. She's never liked the White Tower, either, not since she first Ported in, and she doesn't like being here in the White City, right in the middle of all its imPort supremacist glory. One day, she'd like to take this whole power structure down... But she's a soldier, not a spy, and war isn't won in a day.

War isn't won without allies, either, so she tries to make the best of being at Synod. It's nice to see her colleagues embedded in other factions once in a while, and to feel out people who might be swayed towards the Resistance.

And when new allies don't seem forthcoming, well. The Porter tends to have better taste in looks than morals. She's looking forward to her regular, ahem, appointment later on, but for now, she's happy to eat the eye candy, giving the man a slow smirk of agreement over her beer.

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“Does anyone?” He asks with an amused lilt in his voice. “I don’t think even politicians like politicians.”

Diego finds the Synods useful at times but he’d rather leave the recruiting for new things happening behind the scenes to people better suited to it. When a call to action came along, he’d be right there at the front line, but he isn’t made for the more subtle parts of that.

“At least there’s free food,” who could really turn that down, if nothing else?

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His further comment on politicians brings working for the Citadel Council to mind, and her laugh is a light but genuine thing. The stranger's right - Councilor Udina was unlikeable even by the other Councilors well before he turned out to be working with terrorists.

"Always a plus," she agrees on the food. "It's not even rationed, from a vat, or claiming to be shrimp but actually some weird insects, either."

Working throughout the galaxy results in some odd meals sometimes.

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"Weird insects? Where have you been eating?" He lays it down as a gentle tease, amused more than actually mocking anything at all. He takes another sip of his drink and idly wonders when something might get interesting around here. "You'd think they'd find a way to keep the mind-numbing boredom of these events at bay, at least." he admits with a soft sigh.