[ota] i am a super srs rper

[darkplace]

[hi, voyagers. there's a drunk!teleporter/telepathic/telekinetic near your pool. john young has literally never been drunk before but things happened back home and he got kicked out of the lair cause of stuff and drunkness happened, and he would like to be even more drunk tyvm.

hiiiiiii, pool. good pool.

he's basically a big, drunk puppy.]

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[darkplace]

[john doesn't know what she is thinking of, but he nods his head in agreement. he's thinking about cara. he's thinking about the many people in the lair who had their innocence stolen from them, their childhood stolen from them. they're forced to go into hiding underground. they are forced to run and to never have a normal life again.

their lives are constantly in danger, and they have powers they have to try to learn how to control.]

Wise people usually don't call themselves that. They're wise enough to not make that call themselves. [there's a tiny but warm smile on his face as he shakes his head.] A moment isn't very long at all, but now you're on a magic ship to nowhere... so I think you'll be allowed to take another moment for yourself. If you want.

[he understands how it can be difficult to relax, to let oneself relax and enjoy the ship or enjoy anything.]

If you insist. [john smirks a tiny bit teasingly almost before he nods.] I can do that for you, Relena.

[peacecraft]

It is nice not to have a security detail at my heels everywhere I go.

[ she couldn't even sleep in her own bedroom without preventer agents stationed outside her door and windows. she'd grown used to moving around them like they were flesh statues, but it was really nice to be without them. the only thing she missed was that distinct feeling of being watched by something — no, someone — unseen. even when her guards were keeping the closest of watches on her, there he was, in the shadows, watching them watching her. relena was certain the only watchful eyes heero trusted were his own, but even he wasn't able to look over her here. ]

I do insist. If I'm to give myself another moment or two, then I'll need a reprieve from being Vice Minister Darlian and Miss Relena for a while.

[darkplace]

That... does sound like it would be a pain.

[even if it sounds like she needs it, like there is that much danger around her. she can have the freedom here to be whoever she wants to. if there is anything about this ship (as much as it is mysterious, as much as he can't really trust it to be safe), people really can leave their worlds and responsibilities behind here and be whoever it is that they want to be, whoever they are underneath all of that.]

Since I want to help you have another moment or two, I am very happy to oblige, Relena. No fancy titles, no expectations, just your name.