Is it accurate to call this a road trip?

[poll_the_stars]

Inavet does not fidget. There is no fidgeting. She is not a creature that is capable of fidgeting, she trained the habit away five centuries ago when she realized it really ticked her off. She will sit, serenely, maybe read books while waiting, but she doesn't fidget anymore.

But right now, she sort of wishes she did.

How does one mentally prepare to go to another universe?

She has no idea. She hasn't done it before. She realizes, vaguely, that this is kind of a stupid thing to worry about. She knows exactly who she's visiting, has wanted to for a while, and it's a smart tactical decision and helpful and safe and oh goddesses what if everything is weird, what if this becomes the most awkward day of all time, what if she spontaneously combusts upon entering the gate and going to Nexus? That can probably happen. Somehow. She's not really sure how, but if she's learned anything from this past week it is that the multiverse is a strange and terrifying place. And that it is good to be paranoid.

She wastes time on paranoia. She sits. She does not fidget. And she waits for a gate.

Comments

[thisvorlunatic]

He can't say 'interrupt what?', she might answer... God, is he blushing?

[from_scratch]

Well, Cam is wagging.

[poll_the_stars]

Inavet is very very quiet.

[from_scratch]

Cam winks at her.

[poll_the_stars]

She snickers.

[from_scratch]

Wag!

[thisvorlunatic]

(He's definitely blushing. And looking increasingly uncomfortable.)

[poll_the_stars]

Inavet eyes him. To rescue or to not rescue. Does he want to be rescued?

[thisvorlunatic]

HE WANTS TO BE RESCUED.

[from_scratch]

He doesn't want to be wagged at anymore? Really?

[thisvorlunatic]

SAVE HIM. SAVE HIM FROM THE WAGGING. IT IS TOO ADORABLE.

[poll_the_stars]

Okay then. Inavet will save you, Miles.

"Actually," she says, "I just remembered - sorry, but there's a thing my friend needs me for soon, and it's kinda irresponsible to just leave the summon open and strand you here. Are you all set to go home now?"

[from_scratch]

"Yes. I mean, uh, noooo, do not send me to Hell, it is hellish, with my swimming pool and my violin and all those horrible torments?"

[thisvorlunatic]

(Sporfle. OH NO HE'S CUTE)

[poll_the_stars]

Ina snorts, and gets to thinking dismissing thoughts.

"The tackiness will be your end, surely," she agrees. "I'm sorry, but I must return you. Stay strong."

[from_scratch]

"Noooooo," says Cam, falling to his knees and making an imploring gesture. "The lakes of fire are uncomfortably warm, summoner. Nooooo."

[poll_the_stars]

"You can make yourself ice, surely."

[from_scratch]

It snows gently over Cam.

[poll_the_stars]

Inavet giggles. "See, there, there you go, you'll be fine."

[thisvorlunatic]

Inavet, you were supposed to save Miles from the cuteness. HE IS UNPROTECTED.

[poll_the_stars]

It isn't her fault that dismissals take a while! She's working on it!

[from_scratch]

And presently, Cam, with snowflakes on his eyelashes, still smirking, vanishes.

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles covers his face with his hands. "I MAKE BAD DECISIONS," he announces, slightly muffled.

[poll_the_stars]

"Really?" she wonders. "He was pretty good looking, seemed nice, had a pretty good sense of humor... I mean the long distance might be a problem but you can summon him."

[thisvorlunatic]

He mutters something incomprehensible which, from the tone, is probably swearing.