[Location Aeryn Sun's quarters] Politics aint the only things that make strange bedfellows

[frell_me]

Aeryn had only just arrived, her first day was eventful. Learning about hatches, the rules and patterns of this city. Of course there had been John, bittersweet meeting. Now, alone she regretted being so cold to him, but every time she looked at his face she saw the light fade from his eyes. It was watching him die all over again, no loss, no

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[lapsedsaint]

Dinner with Charlie, some painting, some drinking, and John had gone to bed with Charlie and two kittens, in his own house.

When he opened his eyes, it was to an unfamiliar face pointing a gun at him. He was also pinned to a bed not his own. "You know, I'm getting tired of guns being pointed at me."

[frell_me]

"Your name?"

She was not relenting, nor did she have the air of someone who was unfamiliar with the pistols in her hand or methods of dealing with strange men who mysteriously ended up in her bed.

"How did you get in my quarters?"

[lapsedsaint]

"So many questions. Would you like me to answer one before you ask another?" He couldn't help it, he sometimes got a little wise when he was uncertain what was going on.

While he was looking at her, he was trying to touch Charlie's mind with his own. "John Everton. What you are?"

[frell_me]

He must be human. The only species that could be so flippant in the face of such a situation.

"Aeryn Sun, I'm the one with a pulse pistol aimed at your head. Why are you in my quarters?"