CALL ME OUT v2.0

[whitticus]

SUPER HAPPY FUNTIME OPEN RP POST fuck you I can't code here's a nice picture of space 1. Pick a dude. 2. Call 'em out. 3. Leave a comment with an image or a prompt or whatever scenario your heart desires. 4. Or don't. 5. But then you're at my mercy and you might end up with a magical girl AU. 6. Smut and smutty prompts are a-okay. 7. Throw PSL ideas at me too, do whatever, I don't care. 8. CDC AUs/good ends/bad ends/continuations encouraged/accepted. 9. THIS POST NEVER CLOSES EVER COME BACK TO IT IN LIKE SIX MONTHS I'LL STILL BE HERE.

Code by pagans, tweaked by me.

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[2leftfeet]

[sleepdarts]

( they'd managed to find a bottle of something. it was more for him, more for the memories but ana would partake a little. there'd been too much time between them, the months of different missions and companies particularly after only just finding the other before signing up.

ana was glad to be with him on this mission, to know there was at least one person she trusted to have her back. and the company in the downtime wasn't so bad, she supposed )

So-- ( she's pushing one of the glasses towards him, settling on her bunk ) My first mission saw us on another planet.

( she knows that his have been through time even without the specifics of it. hers were a little different )

[heilt]

( there was a sigh, a gentle movement of hand over rough and bloodied skin. it had taken convincing to get jack to come back to her, to not deal with it on his own as he no doubt had been doing since the fall.

old habits were hard to break and this was hers. ever the doctor, the nurturing soul who couldn't bear to see someone in pain, particularly not a friend.

shots had been fired on the mission, something not out of the ordinary in their history but this was supposed to be diplomatic. angela had tried to gently suggest that he didn't go, that perhaps he was out of practice for this sort of thing even if she didn't expect him to especially provoke anything. he hadn't, the shots had first come from an outside party and jack had saved lives, risking his for theirs.

grothia had brought him back, had made sure to pull him out and now it was down to angela to soothe the rest. the wounds wouldn't take long to heal, particularly not now that her staff had been returned, especially with the superficial nature of them but angela suspected that his pride would take more soothing )

Talk to me.

( she's starting to clean the blood from his arm, touch as gentle as her words )

Tell me what happened.

[sleepdarts]

كل سنة وانت طيب

( aka happy holidays jack )