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event } ya gotta be a dolphin

WHO: All the little fishies!
WHAT: An underwater adventure
WHERE: Kupra City, or you can stay on Navi if ya want
WHEN: Dec. 20-Jan. 2 16
WARNINGS: Use ‘em in your threads if needed! And if you end up taking an extended dip in the big drink, please report it on the death page.

[Hello, passengers! Hope you're all ready for an announcement, 'cause Navi's voice is getting beamed into your head right about ... now.]

Attention, passengers.
We'll be landing soon on the planet Umora, at Kupra City.
We'll be docked for two weeks, local time.
Please stand by for atmospheric entry.

[Is it just your imagination, or does Navi sound more tired than normal? Either way, it's now time to BUCKLE IN, CHAPS. It's not a particularly rough landing, just your standard amount of turbulence, though it may seem a little jarring to those who aren't used to space travel.

Upon docking underwater and disembarking, passengers will find a bank counter just past the terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency).

Have fun! And do try not to drown … ]

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"Yeah well..." Alex smirks at him and is in the middle of taking a sip of the bourbon when he asks the question. She chokes on it, and coughs for a few seconds before she just stares at him with one of her brows raised. Granted, she knows now who his was, but Alex only does because Strand had been the one who had told her in a fit of anger.

"Seriously? Jesus, Richard." Alex just shakes her head for a moment before she does chose to answer the question.

"When I was seventeen. Jane Walsh, while my parents were away for the weekend. But for the record, I never would have asked you that!"

"...You weren't paying attention when I-"

Well. She clearly wasn't paying attention. All to the good. Shaking his head before fixing his gaze on her he gestures.

"So far I seem to be winning. I'm the only one asking the questions."

"No, I heard you tell me about it. But I didn't ask. You offered." Alex shakes her head in disbelief for a moment because Jesus some things about Richard Strand simply didn't change, even when things were meant to be easier between them. "I wouldn't ask you about that. There are some lines even I wouldn't cross." Not many, not really, not anymore but there were in fact some.

But she doesn't want to fight with him. She's fucking tired of fighting with him and that had been the worst part of the last year for Alex; how they were so very rarely on the same team.

So, she choses to deescalate this at least a little bit. "What's your favorite ice cream?"

Does he feel bad. Yes.

He feels bad the way she talks and perhaps it was low. The idea that suddenly his life was knowledge - perhaps public knowledge - hit harder than he thought. It brought back up Coralee and Charlie and Cheryl and his life. His whole rotten life.

That was what he did. He pushed people away.

But perhaps that was a low blow. He had always prided himself on not being misogynistic. About not...being mean when it came to personal issues.

He inhaled.

"Teaberry." He reached into his chest cracking open the seal around his personality, "My mother used to take my sister and I-" he winced, "To the ice cream parlor in town. It was one of the few places you could get teaberry ice cream. She would sit and listen to the two of us talk about our day - Cheryl would order chocolate and I'd order teaberry and we would mix the two."

He nods slowly. It is a happy memory that he's unearthed for her, staring at his hands before looking at her, "You can't get it anywhere but North Eastern US states but if you can conjure images of ...a classic 1950s style ice cream parlor and two kids very happy for a treat I suppose you have a solid image of my childhood."

God. It was so much information his throat twisted but his features remained passive. It was a positive memory. He and Cheryl babbling at their mother. Jaqueline Strand sitting there in her yellow top and curly blonde hair with the pearls his father gave her around her neck.

"...What's yours?"

"I've never heard of teaberry," Alex admits easily, even though it sounds like it could be one of the hipster flavors that happened to be anywhere around Seattle. But honestly, she appreciates what he's telling her, and she smiles softly at him because of it. Normally, Alex knows that he would be loathe to mention anything about his sister or mother or family, but it's so easy for Alex to picture little Richie Strand sitting there with something called 'teaberry' even if it may or may not actually have tea in it in a 50s style ice scream party out of something from Happy Days or Grease.

As for her own favorite, it's decidedly less classic than his is. "Ben and Jerry's coffee coffee buzzbuzzbuzz. I mean, it's what I reach for most often you know, and one of the few things that I always have in my freezer." Other things Alex normally has in her freezer: coffee, ice and vodka. She doesn't cook so she doesn't normally remember to keep something in there of a food-like sort of thing. Well, maybe sometimes hot pockets, but Alex sure isn't going to tell Strand that.

"But when like it's time to go out for ice cream? There's this cute little shop in Pike's Place by the studio. They have this amazing raspberry lime Rickey that I love. If you want I'll take you there when we're home. They do small batch stuff from premium ingredients. I know that they have a really good Earl Grey and Lavender one I've thought of suggesting to you loads of times.

"Earl Grey and Lavender."

Let this go Richard. You can do this because he did hit below the belt and honestly, "That's a good expresso flavor, a good coffee flavor as well if you haven't had it."

Don't address the rest. Sitting there quietly he studies her features, "...What was your favorite place to go? as a child?"

Honestly, Alex would have thought that he liked it because she knows he's drank Earl Gray more than a few times during their working relationship, and so mixing it seemed like a good idea in the form of ice cream.

But she doesn't bring it up again and instead goes on to answer the question he posed to her. "Like once a month, my Dad and Grandpa would wake me up and take me fly fishing with them. I'm not a fan of the woods, not really. Even like...before. But it was on my Grandpa's property. We would do catch and release fishing because I couldn't bear to kill them. So we would just take polaroid's of them and stuff. Then let them go. I stopped when I was a teenager because I didn't want to get up at three in the morning but I miss it. Nowhere ever felt as peaceful as that did."

It was why Alex had gone into the woods to her friends cabin when she was concerned that she was going to die from the Unsound. It hadn't worked, not in the same way. Id anything, Alex had only forgotten just how much the world was louder and more intense in the dark in the woods. But Alex hadn't ever been there truly alone before, and she'd never been there when there was the concern about demons.

"What about you?"

"I love the woods." he shrugs, "Camping was one of the few things my father and I would do."

He would take him out and turn him away from the fire. Teach him not to fear the darkness. The complicated relationship between an abusive father and his son. Richard wasn't stupid. He knew his father wasn't a good man and a normal father wouldn't keep his son looking out into the darkness.

He took Charlie camping and he had never done that.

Not in a million years.

It had been Coralee who would let the fire die and stare into the starlight...

He shakes his head, "...I presume since you've seen and know everything about me you've seen just how big my father's house in Seattle is. He liked to build homes near the woods.

Truthfully, the ocean scares me."

There's something deep and primal about it. Something that makes him feel like hew ants to lose his grip on his carefully constructed skepticism and dive beneath the waves.

"...You're not really afraid of demons are you? It hasn't gotten that bad?"

"I've been there. Several times actually, over the last few months that I was at home." And she'd seen Richard and Ruby put it back together and make it livable as Strand had moved into the PNW because that's where all of Coralee's disappearances had come from. She probably doesn't need to say it, but she does anyway as she tries to buy some time around the question that he'd blatantly asked her.

She knows that Strand had pushed on her boundaries around demons back when he'd showed her the exorcism of Jessica Wheldon, and she doesn't know if they'd had the conversation about how much Alex hated demons or not. Sometimes all of the things that they'd discussed, particularly in the early days all ran together. But he definitely doesn't know about all of the ways that this had just devoured her whole and Alex has a choice to make: she could lie or she could tell him the truth and Alex really hates to lie.

But that doesn't mean that Alex can't talk around it, and she does. "A lot has happened, and the Exorcist was always the thing that scared me the most when I was a kid. And I mean..." Alex just swallows, and for a moment panic threatens to well up in her before she slams back the bourbon because she can't help it and if she thinks of the nightmare that was shared here, she's going to go entirely insane. So, she just pours herself a shot and does it.

He won't deny that there is a spark, a brief spark, in his heart of vindication. Good. Coralee broke him. He had sobbed his way through news cast after news cast. This young woman was an avatar for his grief and...

And he finds himself wanting to do a shot in solidarity.

"Hit me hard. Go on."

If Alex hadn't had been drinking, then she probably would have never asked him this. Even when the two of them had spoken about their shared history within the confines of working on the tapes that last night that they were alone, neither of them had mentioned it. There had been too much going on, and Alex needed to cling to whatever professionality she'd managed to hold onto after all of the things that she'd done during especially the last few months that they were working together.

But he told her to hit him hard, and she doesn't want to poke him anymore about his history. So, instead what Alex chooses to hit him on is their own shared history, his and hers. Taking a sip of her bourbon for either courage or just because she can't believe that she's doing it, Alex follows up with the question that she's been wondering about for over two years now. "You were flirting me that first day in your office, weren't you?"

Gut punch.

Was he?

"Can you blame me?" Coralee explained her previous affair, folding her hands, "I at least am honest, Richard. You like women."

"I-well yes but-"

"You like flirting with women." For the first time since they'd begun talking she looked gently amused, "You're a possessive bastard when you marry one, or at least date one, but you yourself have a wandering eye dear."

He takes a long swig of burbon and sets the glass aside calmly, trying not to think of how soft Alex was when she hugged him.

"Do you think I'm attractive?"

The words are out before he can think and he sits crosslegged. This is absurd. I'm not a boy with a note for a girl in my class. She's younger than Charlie. Who she knows about, she's dug into my whole life and I barely know anything about her.

"And do you regret asking about me? I mean my history?"

"I'm guessing that you didn't listen to the first episode when I sent it before it aired." Because she'd not wanted it to go out without him knowing what she was thinking of for a direction of the show. It wasn't until episode three and before Keith Dabbic that they'd ended up talking about how he had been married and how Alex hadn't been going to divulge that unless he'd approved. He had, and Alex has often wondered since then if that was something that he regretted. She probably would have regretted it in his situation.

And of course speaking of regret, Alex just sighs and lifts up the bottle, despite knowing that she should really stop drinking. Splashing a smaller out into the glass, she sips it before she speaks. "Yes, I find you attractive, it was right there in how I'd described you for our audience. 'Dr. Richard Strand is a tall man, good looking, confident, with a perpetual wry smile and cool blue eyes that betray a sharp intelligence. He's a man who doesn't like to waste time or words. And he just looks like he knows something that the rest of us can't quite understand.'" Yes, she knows it by heart and no she's not sorry about it.

"And yes, I regret a lot of things over the last year when it comes to the search for Coralee." But she's not going to go into specifics.

I flirt with people when I'm nervous He doesn't say You're as persistent as I am when I want something and I've never met anyone like that, not even my ex wife.

But she speaks with such conviction and he can't help but chuckle, "Cool blue eyes and sharply intelligent. You were the one flirting with me."

Searching for Coralee makes him pause, and he swirls the liquor in his glass. Her hug remains on his mind - sex is a need, not a pleasure (it hasn't been since Coralee) and the company of a woman is a pleasure and he hasn't needed that because-

The Burbon swirls into his chest, "This is good alcohol. And since you like facts about me I will tell you that I have my mother's eyes. But both my sister and I have our father's hair and general...appearance."

Charlie got nothing of the Strand side of the family save for his tendency to be a know-it-all (as she had said) and his intelligence. Thank god for that.

"Which one of your parents do you look like?"

“Hey I didn’t say it to you, Richard. I said it to the audience. You I got up and ignored when you were giving me the canned spiel about the wonders of the universe.” The words aren’t angry! They’re nothing more than a light tease coming with a broad grin.

A grin that falters a bit. “I...I don’t know actually. I was adopted when I was five and I don’t remember my birth mother. And there’s not photos in her records. She didn’t put who my biological father was on the birth certificate. She’d died before I turned eighteen and could talk to her.”

Ah.

"The wonders of the universe are very real Alex Reagan. I stand by that speech because honestly if people stopped wasting time - see this- I can believe all of this that we're on a space ship much easier than ghosts or demons or any of that nonsense." He waves a hand but swallows because-

"I apologize. About your mother and that question." He pours himself a pity shot before downing it quickly, his hand a little unsteady, This really is good liquor. "I confess I assumed a bit of a negative relationship between you and your parents the way you hyperfixated on me. I was wrong."

Alex looks more than a little bit amused in that instance, and she just bites her lip around the grin that's twisting up in the corner of her lips in an effort to look more stern than she ever actually is able to manage. Alex Reagan doesn't do stern--or any other sorts of similar emotions really--particularly well. And even if she was able to do them on her face, she wasn't able to keep the amusement from her voice when she just asks point blank and more than a little bit tipsy: "Are you implying that I've got Daddy issues, Dr. Strand?"

"-Daddy issues? I-" Does he look embarrassed? Yes he does. Is he blushing? Yes he is, "Daddy is actually a term of endearment sexually - It - a number of sexual therapists believe that it's a term of warmth and endearment."

He inhales, "Daddy issues or the Electra complex is Freudian in nature and while I tend to think of myself as Freudian as -" he harrumphs, "As a father I-It opens up your mind." There. There's his emotion. There's his academic focus.

"Alex, you're a good person and you should know people associate so called "Daddy Issues" with minimizing female needs. A real man doesn't "daddy" a woman unless she asks"

After babbling it out he rubs at his face, "Fuck."

In the last six months, never mind the last two years Alex Reagan has had some exceptionally surreal moments. There was Strand’s hiding in his office and Gloria Cohen and her trying to make Alex say demon names. There was everything around Maddie Franks and Simon Reese bilocating into her bedroom. There was Strand’s not sleeping and her own and the Empress and Cheryl’s tape and Bobby Maimes and Coralee being alive and both Alex herself and Strand being kidnapped and yet somehow—somehow—this left all of them squarely in the dust.

For a moment Alex can’t help but to idly wonder if this is some new form of showing up naked to class nightmare but from the way Alex not-so-subtly presses the thumb on her left hand into webbing between her thumb and forefinger on her right (an age old test for her to check and see if she’s awake or asleep in her nightmares because it wouldn’t hurt if she was asleep) and it causes her to wince there’s no way to think that she’s asleep. If she’s not asleep then this is really happening and oh my god.

Alex skips any polite shade of pink and flushes immediately into a shade of bright crimson as she mutters “oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.” For someone who normally has an excellent vocabulary and is rarely at a loss for words, the fact that those three are the only ones that she can say for a moment is a truly terrible sign.

When the broken record of Alex’s thought process finally tricks its way out of the grove of that she can’t help but to ask because what is a filter between her brain and her mouth on the best of days? “Really, Richard?! You think that a thirty-one year old woman who grew up in the age of the internet and who only dates older partners doesn’t know what daddy issues are?! Of course I do!”

And then because why only want to mostly crawl under the table when you can want to crawl into a black hole and drag the universe inside after you, Alex can’t help but to ask: “wait does that mean that you like being called ‘daddy?!’”

Wait does this mean that you like being called daddy-

How to respond to this. His first impulse is to run because that is his response to discomfort and shame but he is also an adult and she is younger than he is. He can discuss this. When he was studying for his psychology degree he heard worse.

Inhaling, he moves to pour himself another drink and his hand is unsteadier than it was. The alcohol is clearly working.

"...Since you asked." He inhaled, the burbon is at that pleasant phase where it's warm and you can taste it instead of the burning that comes with alcohol, "I..."

Damn.

"How much detail do you want me to get into...?"

Alex’s response is immediate when he asks her the question. Even as her cheeks refuse to lighten up in away from the blush she’d already had on her face, Alex can’t help but to ask, “what do you want to tell me, Richard. You want to ask me something to make it easier then go ahead.”

Richard stares at her agape.

He can think of several things to ask - where she likes to be touched, what she wants him to tell her, where she likes to be kissed, what she-

Swallowing, he presses his lips together and moves to grab the bottle to drink it, pouring and sloshing some over the side beforeh e grabs it.

"I am not nearly drunk enough to violate the reporter subject privilege."

Well fuck. If Alex was wise, she would simply send him off to bed to pass out and sleep this off rather than to keep engaging in what seems to be more and more of a game of tmi chicken. But he had started this by choosing the field of battle, and he'd started it with Daddy issues and Alex had started it by bringing up their flirting in the first place.

But now, here they were and quite toasted and Alex knows that. She should probably let Richard Strand get away with that rather sensible thing, but Alex never does the sensible thing, and when she's drunk, she always does the stupidest thing. Case in point, Alex just says: "I don't think that's a thing with us anymore. I mean, not where we are anyway. We're on a space ship and have no idea where so. If you want to say something or ask whatever you should."

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"...What is your erogenous zone besides outside of your vagina-" Nope. Nope. He licks his lips, frowning, "We need more alcohol. I need a drink. I need something strong do you know what-whiskey. Can we get whiskey?"

His eyes slide to her chest and he looks away, "...Jesus. Alex Reagan I am old enough to be your father. Charlie is older than you are you..."

Fuck. He downs the burbon in his glass, "...You can't possibly want me."

Okay so they were in fact going for this. Before she manages to come up with an answer for him, Alex opens one of the drawers of her dresser and takes out a very large bottle of tequila. The seal around the cork hadn’t even been broken so Alex has no way of knowing that it’s way stronger than normal tequila when she sets it on the table and pours a heavy amount into the glasses. Giving him one, Alex takes her own and sits on the top of the table before she speaks.

“Yeah, you are old enough to be my father. And yeah I know Charlie is older than I am too. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t find you attractive you know. Cause I do and have done so even when you’d had a unabomber beard and wore unbuttoned flannel over a t-shirt. This attraction didn’t go anywhere even when you were being a giant dick. So. It’s probably sticking around.”

Taking a sip of the tequila, Alex chokes a little bit before she says; “my neck, by the way. Behind my ears.”

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