((Sorry I’ve taken so long D:))
Arabesque moved about her tables, waiting on the few patrons already seated. Every now and then, she would glance at Sven through the windows. It was almost weird to realize just how ‘back to normal’ things were beginning to be, but Arabesque knew they still had a lot more to deal with.
For one, living together just wasn’t working—at least, not for her. If she saw Sven all the time, their time together didn’t seem like anything special. What she needed was her own apartment, but it seemed so rude to bring it up with him. Maybe it would be best to wait until after her trip.
Advena faked a confused expression. “A problem? What could you possibly mean by that?” she asked sarcastically.
Of course, the fact that she couldn’t go outside told her there must be other people around. And if there were other people around, then the researchers back home had either been incredibly sloppy with their work, or she was on the wrong base entirely. And all things considered, both options seemed just as likely.
But Advena decided to worry about that later. She scanned the ceiling mindlessly, looking for cameras. If Luka was watching, Monn might not feel so bad about leaving her unsupervised. Still, it was probably considered bad form.
“If you want me to go back to my dorm while you get your cookies, it’s fine.” She offered.
[It's okay! I've been kinda busy lately anyway, so it's all fine :D ]
"Hmm... I just don't know..." muttered the woman for the tenth time, still staring at the menu. Sven could've sworn - sworn - that she was just doing this to annoy him. Still, he stood there with a smile on his face. Right where he'd been standing for the past five minutes...
But at least this had given him time to think. Maybe the whole living together thing was overdoing it a bit. They both needed their own space... And Arabesque certainly needed a bed. She couldn't stay on a couch forever. But it seemed so weird to talk about... Hmm. Well, maybe later. For now, he had waiting to do. For possibly another excruciating five minutes.
Monn still hesitated. Take her? Not take her? Jeez...
"Warren, you don't plan on leaving her right there unsupervised, do you?" came a voice on his radio, making him jump. Totally forgot he even owned a radio...
He glanced up at one of the cameras, then shook his head. He knew Luka could see.
"S-so, um..." Monn gave a nervous little laugh. "Maybe your dorm would be a good idea..? Sucks, I know, but Luka's already on the verge of killing either you, me, or both of us."
((Sorry again about all this. I meant to get on yesterday, but ended up not being able to. But I should be able to be on more now. :)
Also, do you want to go ahead and skip with Arabesque and Sven? And if so, how far ahead?))
The café was busier than usual, and Arabesque found herself having to rush around to keep up. To make matters worse, the coffee machine was finally beginning to give out.
Liz fiddled around with it for a while, muttering something about John being too stubborn to ever buy a new one, but she couldn’t get it working again. Meanwhile, the pancakes she was supposed to be making burned.
Arabesque was trying unsuccessfully to save them when John arrived to survey the situation.
“The grounds are too course!” he insisted “You need them to be very fine for as delicate a machine as this!”
Arabesque threw out the pancakes.
Advena shrugged. “Whatever makes him happy.” She replied, trying not to sound annoyed.
She wondered if the door was one of those that automatically locked from the outside or if Monn was going to have to follow her. The automatic ones were much more difficult to pick… But who was she to be thinking about those kinds of things anymore?
Either way, she stood up from her chair and headed towards the hallway.
[That's fine! I've been like, SUPER busy this week. It's a wonder I was able to get on as much as I did, lol.
And that works, if you want :) Hmm... Maybe, um, like... -_- (Brain fail ) Like around when Arabesque is about to leave... ish..? I really don't know, lol. I'm too tired to think straight ]
Delicate? Sven's lips twitched with a million comments being held behind them and he tried to keep a smile on his face. He was still serving, but the table he was at currently was closer to the kitchen.
Usually, he served outside and more toward the front - apparently the girls that saw him throught the front windows were the ones that came in the most - but today, since it was so busy, and since Arabesque was in the kitchen doing Lord knows what, Sven had many more tables to go.
And John protesting on behalf of his c.rappy coffee machine was beginning to p.iss Sven off, as hard as it was to do that. Just get a new one already!
"Happy?" Monn smirked, leading the way back to Advena's dorm. "When is Luka ever happy? I think he's forgotten what the word means, to be honest."
He swiped his ID across the scanner and opened the door, gesturing for her to enter first. "Need anything? I promise, as soon as I get back, I'll let you out, okay? Sorry. I know this sucks."
((That sounds good with me. :) I will go ahead and take them there, if you don’t mind.))
Five o’clock was way too early to be up, but Arabesque’s flight left at eight thirty and she wanted to get to the airport with plenty of time to spare. Although, she was sure that something would come up; a chronically late person such as herself was bound to run into setbacks.
Still, she was determined to make this work. The bus schedule she had printed out the night before told her that she could catch one about a block away from the café’ at five forty-five, which would put her at the airport at six fifteen, which gave her plenty of time for whatever it was that was going to go wrong.
Arabesque ran over the plan again and again as she rushed around (as quietly as possible), trying to get everything together. Maybe waiting until that morning to pack wasn’t the best idea.
Advena shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.” She chuckled a little and stepped into the room. “It’s only reasonable, after all.”
As much as she didn’t like the feeling of being locked up, it was pretty much an expected occurrence. In fact, Advena was a bit surprised to be spending as much of her time outside of the dorm as she was.
[Alrighty! :) I should be able to get on a little more often next week, so we'll see ]
"Nooooooo..." What was this shuffling and rushing around so early in the morning..?
Sven shifted against the pillow to glance at the clock. 5:13 AM. Who on earth got up that early? Nobody in their right mind, that was for sure...
Sighing, he sat up, only to see that it was just Arabesque. Hmm. So she wasn't in her right mind, apparently. "What are you doing?" he muttered, his voice thick with sleepiness as he rubbed his eyes, a bit childishly. "I thought you were all packed and ready..?"
Monn rolled his eyes. "Define 'reasonable', these days." But he smiled in that boyishly friendly way, ruffling her hair without thinking and starting back out the door.
"I'll be back soon, I swear. And if I'm not, something probably happened to me, but that's okay; I'll let someone else know to let you out." He winked, and the door was shut, locking automatically.
((Yay! But I should go ahead and let you know that I probably won’t be able to get on tomorrow, and there’s a chance I will be able to post occasionally this coming up Thursday-Sunday, but I may not be able to get on then either. Sorry about all this. :/))
Arabesque shook her head dejectedly. “No, I keep putting it off…Now I don’t think I’m awake enough to remember where anything is.”
She pulled out the bottom drawer in her and Sven’s shared dresser and emptied the contents into her bag. Alex didn’t tell her how long she would be staying (and she had the feeling he wasn’t quite sure either), but Arabesque hoped the four dresses that she owned would be enough. Today she was wearing a sage green wrap-style one, since it was her nicest. Still, even it had a few small holes at the hem.
After a semi-thorough scan of the room, she turned back to face Sven. “Sorry to wake you up.”
Advena was able to hold off a blush until Monn was out of sight, and she satisfied herself with that accomplishment. Why was he still acting like that? Was it really possible that he could still like her—even after finding out that she was sent to kill him?
No, of course it wasn’t. He must just be a very friendly person.
Trying to distract herself, Advena eyed the doorknob. She had forgotten to listen for a click when it closed, so she wasn’t sure if it was automatic or not. However, the knob had a small hole in the very center, which was certainly not the best for security.
If she could just find a paperclip…
But what if the door was alarmed? More importantly, why did any of this matter?
[Haha Don't worry, it's all fine. Everyone gets busy sometimes :) Just do whatever whenever lol ]
Sven quickly shook his head. "It's fine, it's fine," he reassured. He probably wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon, now...
With a small yawn/sigh, he stood up and ran a hand through his hair. "Do you need help?You have to leave pretty soon, don't you?" Poor girl, having to rush around like this... Though technically it was sort of her fault, for saving all this till the last minute. But Sven wasn't the type to ignore a lady in need of help.
Monn tried to hurry back. He really did.
It was just that there were so many options to choose from...
He ended up buying about two dozen, in assorted varieties. That way he could try the ones he hadn't been able to try yet, and Advena could pick out a favorite. She had to like cookies, right? Who didn't?
It wasn't long after he left the bakery that he took a wrong turn, which led him to the street where the accident had happened. The one that had killed Rinna, so many years ago...
But he quickly passed through, trying not to linger on any memories as he hurried back.
((Haha thanks. ^.^))
Arabesque shook her head. “I think I have almost everything, but thanks anyway.” She shot him a smile and hurried out to make sure she hadn’t left anything in the bathroom.
It dawned on her that she didn’t even know their phone number, and without it she’d have no way to reach Sven, so she headed into the living area to check. Written on a small piece of paper at the top of the phone was a series of digits, which she scrawled on a napkin before tucking it into her bag.
Now she only had about half an hour left before she needed to leave, but there wasn’t too much left to do.
Advena tried to keep herself entertained with the notepad, but it wasn’t long before that got boring again. What she really wanted to do was figure out that lock…
And then what? Open the door just to close it back again? Risk setting off some sort of alarm and making Luka hate her even more than he did already?
Eh, it was worth the chance.
She headed for the small closet to see if there were any hangers.
[No problem lol ]
"Right..." But she was already in some other room by then. So freaking independent, Sven swore.
He sighed; there was no way he was getting back to sleep at this rate, so now he needed something to do. Work was quite a while away, so now he was officially bored. And starving.
He sleepily trudged out to the kitchen in search of caffeine and sustainance. Of course he almost ran into Arabesque at one point, but managed to get by her somehow with a small sigh and and an even smaller apology.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Monn was back. He almost dropped everything when Luka randomly spoke through his radio. Again, he'd totally forgotten that stupid thing even existed.
"Is that coffee for me?" a very bored voice muttered.
Monn let his nerves settle before answering. "Actually, yes."
"You gonna bring it over here?"
"Not a chance." Monn grinned and waved the covered cup toward a camera, and he swore he could feel Luka's death-glare through it as he went to unlock Adevena's door. "I come bearing gifts, m'dear."
Arabesque smiled at Sven as he passed her. She followed him into the kitchen and sat down at the table. It was still too early for her to be hungry, but since she was the one who had woke him up, she thought
“Want me to get you some coffee or anything?” she offered.
Advena was sitting on her bed, trying to twist the hanger into some sort of a workable shape, when she thought she heard the doorknob turn. Quickly, she stuffed her half-bent piece of metal under the sheets and stood.
Sure enough, Monn was at the door with a large paper bag and coffee cup balanced in his hands. She hurried over to meet him.
“Are these the same thing as what I had earlier? ‘Cause that was pretty good.”
Sven debated for a minute, just staring at his coffee mug as if it held all the answers o the universe. And right now, this early in the morning, it probably did.
"If you want," he said finally, shrugging. "I probably wouldn't make it right anyway." He was the one who usually screwed things up anyway, and this early, using steaming hot water... That was just a disaster waiting to happen.
"Up to you."
Monn grinned boyishly, setting everything on the desk and pulling out a cookie for himself.
"Pretty much," he said with a nod. "Except I got all kinds this time. So you can try one of each and see which one's your favorite." He smiled again, beginning to munch happily on his own cookie.
“I don’t mind, and it’d give me something useful to do.” Arabesque replied cheerfully.
She stood quickly and started the coffee pot. It would take a few minutes to finish brewing, but she didn’t really feel like sitting back down. If she did, she might doze off.
“I’ll call you when I get there.” She told Sven, mostly just wanting to make conversation. “And I’ll tell you when I’m coming back as soon as I can figure it out myself. Is that okay?”
Advena examined the contents of the bag excitedly. After much consideration, she decided on a cookie that was half black, half white, then took a bit from either side.
“Hey! This has two flavors, all in one!” she announced, happily munching away. After a moment of eating in silence, Advena started up again.
“You know, we have something kind of like this back home, but not a lot of people can make them well.” She rambled on. “They’re really really thin, so most of them end up burnt, and it’s pretty much impossible to get the [hallow air pocket] right. These are a much better idea.”
Sven nodded, slumping heavily into a chair before he could end up causing some kind of disaster. "'Kay," he muttered, rubbing his eyes again.
Mornings. Why did they have to exist?
"Sounds good, I think... You told John, right? And everything's been settled so far?" Let's hope so. "You don't wanna end up up jobless as soon as you get back."
Monn chuckled lightly as he watched Advena's wonder at something as taken-for-granted as a cookie. A cookie!
Then again, he was practically in love with the things himself, so he really couldn't say anything. He furrowed his brow thoughtfully at her description. "You mean like... pita bread?" But if it was like a cookie, as she said, wouldn't it be sweet? Hmm... "I'll show you that sometime so you know what I mean."
Arabesque couldn’t hear most of what Sven was saying over the sound of the coffee grinder, but she caught the end of it.
“Yeah, everything is straightened out.” She replied distractedly. “Do you think John is going to make you cover my tables? I didn’t ask him about that because I sort of just assumed he would hire someone part time, but then he didn’t ask when I would get back…So I’m not really sure.”
“Yeah, I’ve never heard of that before. But maybe so.” Advena laughed as she continued to munch away on her cookie.
Here was another good reason not to take over earth: Only humans knew how to make these things. And on a more serious note, they probably knew a bunch more interesting things as well. If the people from her planet and the people from this one could somehow get together and swap ideas, maybe they would be able to find a way around the whole ‘take over the world’ thing.
But there was no way that would ever happen. If Advena knew anything about the invaders, it was that they were some of the most stubborn people she had ever met. One had to be in work like that. Still, it was too bad.
Sven simply shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I can take your tables if I have to." Oh jeez, that sounded like a lot of work... He seriously hoped John would get a pat-timer. Two-thirds of the shop by himself? And with all the customers he brought in by himself? Eesh.
"You just worry about having a good time over there, okay?" He tried a sleepy smile, but it faded soon enough. "So... I don't know if this is a good time or not, but I'm gonna bring it up anyway..." He sighed. "Should I get you another apartment ready for when you come back?"
Sighing, Monn laid back across the twin-sized bed, still enjoying the rest of his cookie. It was there, staring up at the ceiling at the ceiling, that he saw a single bug, all alone; he sighed again.
"You know what sucks?" he muttered, basically to himself but loud enough for whoever to hear. "The only people on this entire planet that know our world is about to be destroyed are you, me, and Luka. Three people. Three, out of the bilions covering the planet." He took a deep breath. "and everyone else is just going on with their lives, totally oblivious to their impending doom, thinking that today is just another normal day. And then BOOM. We're suddenly attacked by a bunch of crazy spaceships."
Arabesque frowned. Sure, she had been meaning to bring this up with Sven herself, but there was a reason she had put it off.
Was this going to offend him? Probably not. He was the one to mention it in the first place, was he not? In fact, he may even want his own place as much as she wanted hers. It was really only logical.
“I…” Arabesque faltered slightly, partially from fatigue and partially from the effort to not make this an awkward conversation. “I think it would be best if we each had our own apartments, but you don’t need to worry about getting one for me. I’m sure John will be happy to let me rent another as soon as I get back.” She smiled as she watched the coffee brew. “Then, if you wanted, we could still be close to each other.”
Advena tilted her head. “Not crazy, just desperate.” She muttered, but it wasn’t really clear whether or not Monn could hear her.
She leaned back on the desk and brushed crumbs off of her dress. They made quite a pair—she dressed childishly in an oversized shirt with the tired face of a woman twice her age, and Monn laying on the bed, a cookie in his hand, contemplating the life of his entire planet. Advena could not see Luka, but she pictured him just as vividly. He would be slumped in front of those flickering TV screens, or perhaps staring out the window, with jittery fingertips and even wilder eyes, insane to the passer-by but privately capable of clearer thinking than most could ever manage. Misery will do that to a person.
Advena looked around the room. She stared Monn in the eyes and realized who she had to fight for. Because in life, right and wrong are not determined by a ‘moral code’, as so many like to think they are. They are not determined by systems of law or instructions of teachers or even philosophical pursuits. Right and wrong are determined by poker and car accidents and tiny slips of fate. They are found in bugs that crawl alone on ceilings and hangers hiding beneath sheets. But when one realizes their conviction, they never call it ‘right’; they simply call it ‘love’.
Finally faced with her answer, Advena couldn’t help but smirk.
“Well, we sure are a hеll of a trio.”
Sven nodded. So she agreed; they needed some space. At least a little. At least they seemed to be on the same page.
"I know, I was just thinking..." He sighed, tracing random patterns on the table with his finger. "I figured I could go ahead and get it ready for you. Y'know. So when you come back, you have a decent place to come home to or whatever. Paint the walls, put in some furniture, stock the cabinets... Stuff like that."
Monn smirked widely over at Advena. "H.ell yeah, we are."
This felt like it should be something out of a movie or something. And apparently this was the part of the movie where Luka arrived...
He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed with his brows raised.
Monn immediately sat up, glancing rather protectively at the bag of cookies. Who knew what Luka might do to torture those poor things...
"So you made me come down here to get my coffee, and you two are having a heart-to-heart?" Luka rolled his eyes, walking over and grabbing his cup off the desk. "I see how you are. All the evil conspiracies going on around here, I swear..."
Arabesque considered the idea. It would be nice to not have to worry about finding a place as soon as she got back…
“Actually, if you don’t mind, I would really appreciate that.” She answered with a smile.
The coffee was finally finished brewing, so she poured Sven a mug and placed it on the table in front of him. A quick check of the clock told her she would have to be leaving pretty soon.
Sweeping her eyes across the room, Arabesque decided that she already had everything she needed and began gathering her bags together. Because she didn’t have a suitcase, Arabesque had stuffed everything she could into a canvas tote, faded navy messenger bag, and the small purse she had recently splurged on.
Advena rolled her eyes. “No conspiracies here. Actually, we were just talking about you….Well, making fun of you, to be exact. But you get the idea.”
She chuckled under her breath and followed Monn’s gaze to the bag of cookies. Before Luka could get one himself, she moved quickly to snatch up another, this time without even looking at it. But it tasted good too, whatever it was.
"Yeah, of course." Sven nodded, studying his coffee as if it were interesting.
An apartment. How many couples went out and bought a new apartment just so they could live seperately? Sven sighed; were they living in a totally different dimension than most people.
He watched Arabesque gather up her things, sipping carefully on his coffee even though it was a bit too hot. Just looking at her, watching her try to be so independent yet in a relationship at the same time, he realised: yes. They were in a very different dimension.
Luka sighed, sipping his coffee as he eyed them both. "You two are nuts."
Monn simply rolled his eyes, laying down again. It was only Luka, after all. "Yeah. We are. But so are you, in your special little way..." He smirked.
"Moron." Luka leaned against the wall, clearly much calmer than he was during their last meeting not long ago. At least he wasn't near a hissy fit. Not yet, anyway.