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text; un: starbuck

[faithfulskeptic]

Since it's your birthday, you get to decide: fantasy nonsense or science fiction nonsense?

[ get in, loser, we're going to Noctian Halloween. The question is whether they're teleporting or riding a griffin-drawn carriage. ]

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[bigfootfetish]

Fantasy AND science fiction nonsense?

[faithfulskeptic]

You have to pick one. We can do the other one later.

[bigfootfetish]

I'm missing some contextual information here, Scully. How am I supposed to know that?

Science fiction.

[faithfulskeptic]

Good choice.

Wear something reasonably warm.

[ Accompanying the text is a map location which, when he shows up, will prove to be a Standing Stone in the city-- maybe the size of a telephone booth. Definitely the quicker option for travelling. And standing beside it, one Dana Scully, ready to teleport. ]

[bigfootfetish]

[ Since they last saw each other, he's acquired a leather jacket, and he's paired it with a mock turtleneck and jeans: reasonably warm without going full overcoat. When he comes over to Scully, she gets only a little nod in greeting before his attention shifts elsewhere. ]

I'm starting to feel like one of the apes in 2001.

[ Inevitably, he reaches out to touch the stone. ]

[faithfulskeptic]

[ It's sort of exciting to get to play tour guide. Scully doesn't avail herself of the inexplicable technology very often, but she can't deny the convenience, and she definitely thinks it'll pique Mulder's interest. ]

There's a festival on one of the other continents, it seemed like a good reason to explore.

[ Her attention is focused on a little panel beside the stone. ]

This is a one-at-a-time ride. Wait for me on the other side?

[ She gestures to a mysteriously glowing spot beside the stone. ]

[bigfootfetish]

[ It's a rare thing, to be faced with some new phenomena and find himself waiting on an explanation from Scully. Mulder usually knows what they're encountering - but the reverse has its own appeal.

Once he's satisfied himself that it is, indeed, a stone, Mulder moves to stand where he's directed. Some kind of teleportation, then? Seems like the most likely option here. ]

Sure.

text; un: starbuck ][ misfire

[faithfulskeptic]

[ whoops... somehow this text has been duplicated. And misaddressed. To the worst possible wrong recipient. ]

To be frank I'm not any more interested in arranging his sex life than in letting him interfere in mine.

[bigfootfetish]

[ well, how could his ears not prick up at that? he's got a feeling he knows what this is about, and unlike with Rose, he's not entirely sure what the winning move is.

that's never stopped him before, though. ]

You aren't? Scully, I'm hurt.

1/2

[faithfulskeptic]

[ ??? !!! ?!?! ]

[faithfulskeptic]

I did not send you that.

[bigfootfetish]

Well, somebody called Starbuck did, and the lack of an S tells me it isn't because they're into coffee.

[faithfulskeptic]

My Palm Pilot must be broken.

[bigfootfetish]

Could be. So who are you arranging my sex life with?

[ He's gonna swing for it, we'll see if it's a hit. ]

[faithfulskeptic]

You're on your own. I'm not your secretary.

[bigfootfetish]

If you were, I'd have you address my correspondence, not help me figure out how to get tab A into slot B.

Come on, Scully, who wanted to hear about my sex life?

text; backdated to late December

[faithfulskeptic]

[ late some evening, while freezing storms rage outside; it turns out even having a sapphire stuck on the base of your spine doesn't make you entirely weatherproof. ]

My heat is out, is yours working?

[bigfootfetish]

Barely. Every once in a while, the vents make a weird sound, and a puff of hot air comes out.
Are you okay?

[faithfulskeptic]

I'm fine

I'll be fine but-

Would you come over? I have one of those blankets.

[bigfootfetish]

Yeah. Of course.

[ Pause to consider as he pulls a jacket on. ]

Have you used it before?

Think you can hold out for ten minutes?

[faithfulskeptic]

I'm all right, you don't have to hurry- I just don't think it'll come back on and it might be more comfortable for both of us to weather it together.

[bigfootfetish]

[ He hurries all the same, because it occurs to him that if he's back in fur right now, she's probably cold-blooded. Whatever the gems might do to help probably won't make much of a difference when someone's covered in scales.

He lets himself in when he gets there, careful not to close any of his tails in the door. ]

Scully? You haven't frozen solid yet, right? I know my first aid, but I don't know what to do with a snakesicle.

[faithfulskeptic]

[ Though she didn't want to panic him-- she definitely, also, does not want to be on her own in weather like this. Scully's sapphire has made winter relatively easy on her, but she's always more susceptible to a chill during monster week, and it's only going to get colder as the night goes on.

The sound of his key in the lock is a welcome one, and she uncurls a little from her knot of coils on the couch, blankets wrapped around her shoulders and thrown haphazardly over her long body. ]

Still slithering, you made it in time. Let me-- ah, make some room...

[ The coccoon of blankets shift as she draws most of her bulk off the other end of the sofa, though, spoiler alert: she's definitely going to wrap herself greedily around his warm, fuzzy self. ]

[bigfootfetish]

It's not much warmer in here than in the hallway. [ He grimaces, looking her over as he comes in, tossing his jacket on an empty chair. For him, it's not so bad - but he's wearing a fur coat. ] How long's it been like this, Scully?

[ How long before you texted me? Not that it matters, since she did eventually get him, but all the same...

He sits down on the couch, wondering if it's really the best venue for this, given Scully's considerable length - and simultaneously aware that they aren't exactly the kind of friends who invite themselves into each other's beds. ]

So which one's the magic blanket? Your scales are like ice.