Here comes the sun. And I say, it's alright.

[smithnjones]

((OOC: Heather, we can do the Dan thing here if you'd like. Backdate their thread to right before this post))

Martha Jones is walking from the Conrad back to her home. Yes, walking. She spent the last half hour paralyzed after an attempt to slow down the progression of the poison in Dan. The last Dan died in this world. She refuses to let this one

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[lastchancefor]

Jo is alive.

SURPRISE!

She's watching Robin hobble around, peering out from behind her door. She feels as if she should say something. Ask him something. But she doesn't know what.

"Does it hurt?"

...probably not the right thing to ask.

[with_coffee]

Robin jumps so hard at the sound of Jo's voice that he practically trips and falls against a wall. He grabs hold of it to keep from falling and puts too much weight on his wrapped up foot. It hurts.

"Ow."

He turns to see if he didn't just imagine that voice. Robin had thought she- that he'd never see her, again. He thought that she was going to do what he never could do. His heart is racing at the thought that it will be an illusion, a figment of his imagination brought on by too many drugs.

"You're- I thought you-" He smiles. There's a lot of relief there, and then he seems to realize what his expression must look like so he forces his expression to be serious, again. "... yes, it hurts. I was stabbed in the foot."

[lastchancefor]

"You didn't..." Jo says, her lips parting and looking at him with a panicked expression. She doesn't need to finish her sentence to get her meaning across. If he can control himself, she wants to believe that she can to. And if he stumbles...

It's the only reason she can think of him getting stabbed in the foot. She generally doesn't think of bastard archangels.

She notices the relief in his face, but she doesn't mention it. That would be admitting.

[with_coffee]

"No," Robin says quickly, and then sighs as he leans against the wall to keep from putting weight on his foot.

He bites his lower lip trying to think of how best to explain this.

"There was this bastard using chalk to paint a bloody mural out on the sidewalk. He wouldn't leave. I was standing in his mural so clearly the rational response is to stab me in the foot with his knife."

So there are details that he's leaving out. They are not important details.

[lastchancefor]

Jo doesn't have money. But she needs drugs. She'll have money soon enough, she's sure. She just needs to calm down and get her ducks back into line, and then she can pay Rusty.

She knows she shouldn't do this. She knows he'll say no, and she'll get desperate.

But she's desperate already, so she has to try. She approaches Rusty around sunset, chewing on her thumb, leaning against a tree, waiting for him to notice her.

[trivialsublime0]

It takes awhile for Rusty to notice her. He is not the most observant individual. It has been said before, but it's true and requires repeating. When his head is wrapped up in the fact that he fucked up his only friendship in this city, he becomes even less observant.

He raises an eyebrow at the sight of her leaning against the tree.

"Fuck. Thought you'd skipped town or somethin'."

Or something meaning... or died.

[lastchancefor]

"Tried," Jo says quietly, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets.

That didn't turn out so well. She gives him an awkward smile, but almost immediately looks down at her feet. She doesn't need to get into it with him. He doesn't need to hear her story. That's the last thing she needs.

He needs to give her drugs, and that's about it.

[trivialsublime0]

And fuck, it doesn't matter much to Rusty whether she gets out or not.

He would have missed the money, but there are plenty of customers in the city. So maybe he would have missed having an angel around that didn't scare the ever living daylights out of him, but he could have gotten by.

"So what? You want some more or somethin? You gotta be out by now."

[jiiiii]

Matoi does not approve of being stuck in an elevator with this strange man.

At least her GPS tracker is still online. She tucks the gadget into her purse, looking up at the top of the elevator. She wishes she weren't so short.

Right now, she is ignoring JD. She doesn't see a reason she needs to talk to him.

[sensi_doctor]

"Oh-mi-god. The elevator stopped," JD pouts and bangs on the inside wall nearest to him as though that will fix all of their problems. "What are we supposed to do? Is there a call button in here? A help button? A way to send out a SOS? Mayday, mayday, elevator jammed?"

It's hard to see as the lights keep flickering.

They have to be half way between one floor and the next.

"Agh."

[jiiiii]

"There's a call button," Matoi says, taking in a long breath and telling herself that soon enough she will be able to get away from this horribly annoying man. The elevator should start back up soon enough and then she won't have to listen to him ramble on. About absolutely nothing.

She presses herself out from the corner, pursing her lips and pressing the button, straightening her a-line skirt and going directly back to the corner.

Unfortunately, she's afraid he's not going to shut up any time soon.

[sensi_doctor]

JD does not know how to shut up. Apologies, Matoi.

"A call button? I can't really see. I guess I can push all the buttons cause I should hit the right one, right? Right. Let me ... see." He runs his finger over all the buttons, and then waits. "Nothing's happening. Why is nothing happening?"

He turns back to her.

"Hey, since we're stuck in a dark elevator together. I'm JD. Nice to meet you! Not that I like being stuck in an elevator."

[magic_in_genius]

Shakespeare is about to leave the Conrad when he runs into Martha.

She's been busy, he knows, so he's been trying not to bother her. Honestly, though, with Mixed Messages, he's been busy himself. And so he puts on that smile he wears for her as he sees her, holding the door. Because, of course, that's just the right thing to do for a lady.

"Radiant as always," he says. "But still, you have the heaviest radiance one might imagine."

[smithnjones]

Martha gives him a sideways look, but she doesn't comment on the compliment. She realizes that she can't stop him from saying them, and he understands that what they have must remain at friendship.

"Will," she says with a tiny smile because she is quite glad to see her friend, again. It has been a long time. She's been... busy and so has he surely. "Where are you off to today?"

[magic_in_genius]

"Getting a drink," he says, smiling right back. The compliments are just words. Things he needs to say to her, even if he knows she can't reciprocate. Even if he knows that he shouldn't possibly be saying them. They're just truths that he feels the need to tell her, whether or not they're entirely appropriate.

Shakespeare never was good at being entirely appropriate.

"You're free to join me, you know."

[smithnjones]

And Martha understands that about him and doesn't hold it against him.

She smiles lopsidedly at him. Drinks? Martha seems to think about it for a moment and nods.

"Alright. Yeah, I'd like a drink." The smile widens a bit as she looks at him. "I spent the last half hour paralyzed. No fun at all not being able to move an inch. So. How have you been? Seems as though I haven't talked to you in ages."

[rattle_thecages]

Rachel's bed is covered with books and she's at the center of it. Some of them are related to her Rift ability, others are law books she's snagged from the library. No, she still hasn't slept much but why should that stop her? The trial is over but their purpose still remains.

Her door is slightly open, since Peter left only minutes ago. He was helping her, as promised, with her ability.

She sees Robin hobble around and there's a sigh laced with her concern. It seems it's always something with Robin Rice.

Leaning against her door frame, she frowns with worry. "What happened?"

[with_coffee]

Robin turns toward her at the sound of her voice. Of course. He should have known that he couldn't get through his work without running into someone that he knows.

He feels a little bad that he always seems to have some problem or other.

"I was stabbed. In the foot."

Yes, Robin is so helpful.

"So I guess we can't go dancing when we'd go out unless you want to... hold off. It's not so bad."

[rattle_thecages]

"You what?"

Rachel has a hard time understanding why he'd care about dancing at this point when he got stabbed in the foot.

She takes a step forward.

"Robin, forget about dancing." Her hand reaches to touch his shoulder lightly. "You should be resting."

[with_coffee]

Because he cares about her. Robin doesn't want to give up dancing with her simply because some jack ass stabbed him in the foot.

It's not fair.

He sends her a half smile.

"I'm fine," Robin says, again. He doesn't wince so it must not be a lie unless he's referring to a certain aspect of himself being fine. "... how are you? You look tired."

When all else fails, he will change the subject.