10. messages + open spam

[orderfromchaos]

[Private to Elsa]

How do you feel about working on your powers wth Rogue?


[Spam for Helena]

[He talks to Cosima first, waits a day or two before turning up. It's unfair, maybe, using his presence - but his mirror self did it, and he wants the chance for his words to have at least as much weight now.]

Hey. Bucky said it was okay with him for me to visit. Is it okay with you?


[Open spam]

[Sometimes, Dillon just lies on his back on the deck, staring up for a few hours at a time, trying to understand the things his powers are trying to tell him about the stars, about whatever strange ether they're passing. If he understood it, really got what it was and how it worked, he's pretty sure he'd be able to get to the place between, with the red sands and strange ruins and Deanna's body. If he could just - reach.]

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[deck spam]

[routemistress]

[It's not actually Iris that finds Dillon on deck: it's Elvis, who's deeply concerned to find a person lying on his back on deck. This is not how a people do! He puts a large, wet nose into Dillon's face, perhaps to check that he's breathing, perhaps just for the sake of an easy facelicking.]

...Dillon? You all right, lovey?

Spam

[adelphoktonos]

[While she welcomed Ben's visit, she's still wary when it comes to Dillon, even after port. The memories of his mirror self still colour the edges of how she regards him and his powers are... unsettling. To say the least. So although she will let him stay for now, it's with some reluctance on her part. And she's not opposed to ending the visit abruptly if he scrapes up against too many of her nerves.]

For now.

Private

[bothfoulandfair]

Fine.

[She doesn't sound happy, or relieved. Just resigned. Like she knows she doesn't really have much of a choice if she ever wants to get out of here.]

[spam]

[walkingmeltdown]

[Wandering around without aim or purpose, it's never really been quite his thing. But there's not always a whole lot to apply himself directly to on the barge, now is there?

He's still shaking a few things off from that last flood; it wasn't a bad one, compared to some of the others, not by a long shot. But it did certainly still have some...repercussions.

Anyone he spotted lying flat on their back while he was out trying to get some air on deck, would have gotten ignored, passed right on by. But given who it is, well. He can't help but wonder.]

What are you doing?