LEGION: INBOX

[mylawn]

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deeply inhales that new inbox smell

[vata]

[It takes a few days for her to show up on his doorstep. All things considered, she looks better than when they'd last met: no blood, no injuries, no world-weariness in her expression as she knocks her knuckles hard against the front door of his uh...

'home'.

And there's almost something amusing about the fact that they've both set up their own bunkers. Funnier still that (if you ask her) she's done it with more finesse and discretion, despite the fact that they're both technically still stuck in the shadow of their collective pasts.

Still, she's wearing stale...everything. Salt clinging to her hair, her skin, her three day old shirt and shorts combo while she's standing barefoot at his door with a bottle of whiskey in hand, a little bow tie tied around its neck.]

[mylawn]

[76 would be perfectly content if nobody ever wondered which part of the Hab deck is his. He's foregone familiar places like Gibraltar, or even HQ in favor of something a little more practical--subtle, even. Then again, only a very particular type of person would program something like this for themselves, and he imagines that's what leads her here.

Of course, it could be by mistake. She certainly looks a little worse for the wear--she can't possibly be here for him, can she?

The door does not open. He's watching her from monitors on the inside, as she might be able to guess, and his voice comes through a speaker.]

You want something?

[vata]

[Even being crafty by default and tapped into the Legion's network, Jack might be proud to know it took no small amount of footwork to figure out where he makes his nest.

And a lot of wrong stops before here.]

To say hello like a normal human being? [He's friendlier than she's expected, all things considered. Then again, that's why she came prepared: lifting the bottle of whiskey high enough that it can't be mistaken, even if he happens to be running a bunch of archaic, low quality tech in there.] I brought a gift, too.

In case you hate the idea of spending time with me.

[mylawn]

[Please, Azúcar. Normal human beings don't live here.

There is only silence on the other line for a long moment, as if 76 is considering whether or not he is going to entertain this interpersonal interaction--in fact, that's exactly what he's doing. Perhaps the gift of alcohol is enough to ply him, or pique his interest, or maybe it's just the fact that she's here in the first place has his attention.

He likes to think he's kind of hard to find. She made the effort to seek him out, so perhaps he should give her some credit.

What he is sure of is that she's caught him out of tactical gear, which means he has to make some kind of decision about fielding this. It'd be easy to just make her leave the 'gift' at his doorstep, but he reminds himself that this isn't the public setting of that Legion transport. 76 isn't so naive as to think they aren't being monitored, but the Hab Deck is probably the closest to privacy he can get. Maybe answering the door will be okay.

So he does, and it's immediately clear she's interrupted Valuable Sweatpants Time, though he doesn't look as angry as he could be.]

If you're tryin' to get me drunk, it ain't gonna work.

just after the network chat, encrypted; voice;

[vata]

For what it's worth, I'm on your side in this. All these people with super powers, they don't really know what it's like to just be human fighting off what's getting thrown at us right now.

Feels like I've been in over my head on almost every mission so far. And I don't think I can keep getting lucky forever.

[There's a long, long pause, and then:]

And I'm sorry I...sort of invited myself into your place.

voice

[mylawn]

Wouldn't be as much of a problem if the Legion provided adequate training or didn't recruit civilians in the first place. Can't say I agree with non-lethal force, either, given what we're supposedly dealing with.

[Does it seem like Jack has some Feelings about this? He has some Feelings about this.]

Don't worry about it.

[vata]

I haven't said it out loud before but...yeah, actually. Seems like they keep setting us up to fail.

Now they say they want us to take on the government, too.

[mylawn]

I can take on the government. Problem is that the Legion hasn't given us much reason to trust them, either.

voice - privaaate

[justice_from_above]

Jack - I met a certain someone who had quite some airtime in our world. Do you remember seeing any newscasts about a criminal named 'Junkrat'?

[mylawn]

Yeah, I recognize the name.

[justice_from_above]

He's here. Wasn't sure if you were aware. Seems an odd type, but maybe getting a second chance here could do him some good.

I was wondering what your thoughts on the matter were?

[mylawn]

Someone with his record? Don't be so sure.

[Jack has done a lot of highly illegal things, sure, but Junkrat and Roadhog seem to be in it for the chaos they cause. That's never a good thing.]

I'm not interested in picking a fight. Not much we can do but keep an eye on him.

after fighting widowmaker

[zippity]

hey jack
i need a favor
sharpish

[mylawn]

Sitrep?

[zippity]

i got her rifle
its heavy

[That's not a sitrep, Lena.]

[mylawn]

[It still tells him everything he needs to know.]

Meet me on the hab deck. You know where.

[The shady safehouse, of course. But if it's heavy--]

Or I can meet you.

after...literally everything;

[vata]

[She doesn't know if he's there or not by the time she lands on his doorstep, mouth dry from talking for hours on end, but she knocks all the same. Taps her knuckles to cold metal and waits, patiently. Impatiently. Some strange mixture of the two.

One foot in the fire, the other grounded. Sooner or later, everything's going to come to a head.

But maybe not right now.]

[mylawn]

[There's no answer right away--probably he's checking all his cameras, making sure Azúcar is really alone. Widow's Kiss has been properly stowed away elsewhere, as he expects the higher-ups to review footage and end up on his doorstep sooner or later, but he still takes an extra moment to debate whether or not he's going to entertain a guest after everything. It's not hard to guess what she might be here to ask him about, given how public the entire debacle was.

But after a moment, the door opens. It's not so different from the first time she came here. Perhaps Jack thinks that refusing to acknowledge her might be suspicious.]

Are you gonna wait for me to invite you in this time?

[vata]

Depends.

[She didn't come here to fight, and she likes to think after all they've been through he didn't answer his front door to, either - but it's hard to say.]

Are you going to turn me away if I do?

Post-THATH

[justice_from_above]

Once Fareeha is back and rested from her mission to Olum, she makes it a point to send a quick message to Jack. It had been a short and relatively danger-free mission, but there were a lot of emotional revelations packed into the few days she was there. While most of it helped her and Junkrat understand each other better, it did lead to some insights about Jack and the idea that she couldn't know just what traumas he'd had to endure that changed him from the stalwart, righteous commander she'd known into a bitter vigilante.

FROM: Blue Falcon
TO: Soldier: 76
RE: Meet?

Jack,

I'm back from my latest mission and was hoping we could meet for tea and conversation? Let me know.

~Fareeha

[mylawn]

He expects something like this sooner or later, and it's good timing given things that have come down the pipeline. Despite their varying disagreements since Fareeha arrived here, Jack certainly isn't going to say no if she wants to meet up. He should probably do this anyway, and sends a message back in short order.

Just tell me where and when.

[justice_from_above]

This evening, coffee shop in Little Cairo?

[It's part of her habitation, right around the corner from the replication of the Cairo Opera House.]

just after the Gods Among Us plot/etc

[vata]

Hey, vato.

You free?

[mylawn]

Good timing. Where do you want to meet?

[vata]

Where else?

[Your place, Jack.]