Oh, once you get involved, everyone will look this way - so you must maintain your charm…

[john_thane]

While, back at the Kashtta, an offensive against Thane is being planned, Thane himself is just getting back into the unfinished construction site he's made his bitch headquarters. He ordinarily prefers not to leave his projects, but the atmosphere in there is getting... strange. Stranger than usual. And, besides, while he has no intention of

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[xiaomei_mei]

April, at the moment, is sprawled half-under a blanket on the mattress, fast asleep. She's apparently not dreaming, as her dreams of late tend to be... less than restful. But at some point, she must've rolled over, taking the blanket with her, exposing her bare back to the room.

The narration is not pleased by this.

[john_thane]

Aw. Asleep.

Thane takes a moment to watch her, reminding himself of physical details and comparing them against his memories, reinforcing what he already knows and making a note of anything he doesn't. He'd be able to mould an impression of her in wax, if he wanted to.

Then he sits down, settling as lightly as he can on the edge of the mattress and running his fingers up her back, trailing over the spine. Wake up, little one.

[xiaomei_mei]

April stirs a bit at the touch, arching her back and then stretching a bit, much like a cat disturbed from its nap. There's a bit of a hitch when she stretches too far, sending shooting pain through her ribs and chest, but she works past it. She can deal with pain.

After she's done stretching and being rather feline, she opens her eyes a bit, blinking sleepily. "Nĭ hăo," she murmurs, snuggling closer to him, only half-awake still.

[john_thane]

It feels nice, really, having someone he's sure won't turn on him and kill him, who he doesn't have to keep paying off with... whatever the fuck Hart wanted, who still comes over to press into him of her own volition.

Maybe the lesson here is to always look for programmas. The younger kind, especially.

"Magrá," he says, answering in Ransham and passing over the milkshake. He tried it. It wasn't to his taste. Sweet things didn't tend to be. "Another day," he remarks, and drags the bag of supplies over to pull out a can of... something or other. Which he opens, and starts eating cold.

It's not exactly the tastiest of meals, whatever it is, but he's had much worse.

[sarkraticmethod]

Speaking of invisible ickle terrorist boys...

In a lot of ways, this is probably one of the most idiotic things Sark has ever done, and he doesn't think the odds are even remotely in his favor, but at this point, they're not in anyone's favor and he's better suited than most for this endeavor. Dedicated focus, spy training, plus the whole invisibility thing, which is going to get him absolutely nowhere if he gets close enough where his biosigns might trip something off

[john_thane]

The thing about Thane's proximity alarms is that it in no way is based on sound or light. So quiet as Sark is, invisible as he may be, it doesn't really... help

[sarkraticmethod]

There is nothing more unsettling to anyone in Sark's position than finding oneself unexpectedly unconscious and then having to make that slow climb back into consciousness with absolutely no clue where you're going to be and what's going to be waiting for you when you open your eyes.

He takes stock of the physical, keeping his eyes shut for the time being-head's a little bit swimmy, but not consistent with a blow to the head, so there's no concussion to concern himself with. Most everything else seems to be fine, but the familiar feel of cuffs isn't particularly inviting, but, to a certain degree, there are far worse restraints to wake up in.

He's alive. How long that will last is hard to say and that's about when the panic sets in. Please let this have just been a horrible dream and Sloane's just cross with me again for whatever reason. He knows better than to delude himself with that sort of hope and he chides himself for even allowing the thought to cross his mind. He can keep it together, and it won't do him any good to fall

[john_thane]

This could be going better.

At the moment, Thane is... twitchy. Thane is very, very twitchy. Having a psychic in his head does not tend to bring out the best in him, except for that one time with the mind architect, and Thane's made his position clear on that - and well, Sark, if your intention was to make Thane more paranoid than he already was, congrats. Your mission was a resounding success.

Thane's been pacing since he brought Sark in, twitchy as a wounded caged lion, and as soon as one of his frequent glances down to his wrist device registers a change in level of consciousness, he closes the distance between them and puts a knife to Sark's throat.

"Talk," he snaps. "Mission specifications are good, but I'll take name, rank, and serial number if that's what you want to give me."