12 [Location: Central/Josef's place] Party Post

[loveawkward]

Entrances had been made. The people of Taxon, some of them at least, had arrived. As the sun was setting and casting the room into shadows, the lights began to come up. Twinkling white lights on the balcony around the pool, mood lighting throughout the room to separate the loft into differing areas for different events. Light music played throughout the main room, though at poolside was a section set aside for dancing as well.

Pausing to overlook the affair, for a moment, Josef felt like he was still back home.

Well, minus the bevy of beautiful women offering up a vein at the snap of his fingers. He was still getting used to that loss, which hurt more keenly than most.

((ooc: Come one, come all. Feel free to set up your own posts or use the starter areas. Josef's place is a massive loft, with three separate rooms including a bedroom with an oversized freezer in it. There is also a rooftop pool area with a wide wall overlooking part of the city.))

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[aintnoconvict]

It's all right, he gives her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze and smiles softly. He hasn't really kept up on Scott's strange disappearance, figuring he needs some time for himself and the others have it covered. Aware but on the barest fringe.

"Yeah. I've been kinda going all hermit-y since the big song and dance thing stopped. It's good of Josef to host this."

And he pulls back slightly, raising their joined hands. A spin, m'lady?

[genequeen]

The ex-husband she still loves has gone missing and is possibly being tortured or something somewhere by fuzzy aliens from hell. She's a little distracted. That plus Tony Stark and his... charming self... Madelyne is distracted.

"The song and dance thing was... Well, it was. I understand keeping to yourself after all of that," she smile is there but it is a bit wobbily. She nods and raises her hands looking to take a spin around with Glitch. It helps strengthen the smile, even if briefly.

[aintnoconvict]

He finishes the spin and reels her back in, delighted if just for the moment. He's been trying not to think of the brain in the tank and all it means to him.

"There was a lot of...putting stuff out there," he replies and modifies the dance down a bit, less waltz and more just gentle swaying. "Did you make it through okay?"

[genequeen]

"I'm surviving, the same as the rest of us, I imagine."

Leaning in, she presses her cheek against his. It isn't a kiss, it is almost more than that, a moment of sharing. "How are you faring, Glitch?"

[aintnoconvict]

That's what it all came down to eventually for all of them, really. Survival. Keeping their wits together just enough to see another day, another night. Then again with nights like this one it's hard to complain.

He leans in a little too, the stubble of the neatly trimmed beard he'd kept since their island adventure (for Bagoas, though it has - pardon the pun - grown on him) likely brushing her cheek.

"A few weeks from now it'll be three annuals here for me," he says and cna't help a tiny sigh. "I'm...doing okay, I think. I like my house, I love my friends, it's...I've been worse off. As you know."

Nope, he wasn't going to ask for details of whatever memories she'd seen.

[genequeen]

Turning, she brushes her lips against his cheek, "Please, let me know if there is anything I can do for you, Glitch. I know that it can be hard and that here is still here but..." She pulls back smiling at him, though there is sadness in her eyes.

"We'll survive."

[aintnoconvict]

You're getting a little blush there, Mads.

"Nah, you've done...so much already. I think I owe you several by now." He smiles back, but it falters a bit at her sadness. "Penny for your thoughts? Or is that asking too much?"

[genequeen]

For a moment, she just looks at him before she tries to explain, "This place... It... " Pausing, she tries again, still moving to the beat of the music, "Have you ever realized that you didn't break something you though you broke? That it isn't as bad as you though? And then you realized that maybe it would have been better if it was since that would be definitive?"

It probably doesn't make any sense, really. She still loves Scott. He still loves her. They just have so much else in the way that it almost doesn't matter. Almost.

[aintnoconvict]

Glitch frowns, trying to untangle that. He's been in the city so long, and so many things have been torn, fractured, glued back together.

"I think so," he replies carefully. "I've...yeah. It's kind of a 'what if' thing, right? And here you don't get any room to hide from it."

[genequeen]

"Sorry, I'm sort of lost about this sort of thing in general but this..." Madelyne smiles at Gitch a little, aware of the outpouring she just made somewhat publicly.

"It is a what if thing and it is almost... worse."

[aintnoconvict]

He shakes his head. No need to apologize, what are friends for and all that.

"Then I'm sorry," he says, brow furrowing a bit. "Is there...I know, probably not, but is there anything I can do to help?"

[genequeen]

"You're already doing it. Helping me keep busy, reminding me that I'm not only my past failures," she says and moves in a little closer to him.

[aintnoconvict]

He just hangs on, figuring he can get away with monopolizing her for one more song.

"Kinda my second job these days," he remarks, thinking of Azkadellia. "But...glad I can help, even a little. You know where to find me."

He'll be her sassy Ozian friend. They can sit around and drink cocoa and talk about boys.

[genequeen]

He can monopolize her for more than one song, certainly. She isn't looking on leaving - at least not yet. "More dancing and planetarium visits and, I don't know, maybe we can figure out something else as well."

She could use more sass in her life.