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12th Turn [Voice/Action]

Hey, guys.

[His voice sounded weary but oddly content and calm. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was starting to understand something.]

I was thinking about something, actually. A couple of somethings. It's getting to be winter and, by my count, there's going to be a few holidays coming up for many of us. I know not all of us celebrates them the same way...but, at the same time, many of us can't celebrate them as we used to. We don't have the same traditions around here, or the same people.

...What I thought I would do was try to arrange a fun get-together in a few weeks for people who just want to relax and have some fun. There won't be any rules or ties to tradition, but there will be people. Tis the season to be with people you like, right?

Right.

[At this point he pauses to throw on a filter, just to tease someone:]

Filtered from Fujiko: 98%

My other thought was to throw a surprise party for my girl. Mine Fujiko, for those who know her. It doesn't need to be anything big or fancy, but I want it to be special. She's been here for a long time.

I'm still trying to figure out how we're doing the food and finding our venue, but I'd love to hear any ideas that you guys have. Cake should be involved here. Seriously. Otherwise, I'm completely open to any idea.

Thanks ahead guys.

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[While the sun is still out, Lupin decided to head out into the town to check for some better winter gear in the various shops. He's not picky. Later on he can be found enjoying a hot drink at the bakery before he returns back to his apartment in Community House 1. He is keeping an eye out for both Grell and Gambit during this time.

He needed to rework plans with them.]

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Actually, I do. Her name's Keimi, and she did an order for me just recently. Cheerful girl, and very talented. She lives in Community House 5 now, if I remember correct, and she's always taking commissions.

Oh...and, so you're not shocked. She's a mermaid.

She is.

[He glanced up at Spock with eyes that still gleamed with the remembered mischief, adrenaline, and breathlessly daring challenges that he undertook as a means of defining his life. There was none of that available for him in Luceti--it was part of why he was willing to take that insane job in June, even though he knew the risks. It was why he leaped onto the mission in April, why he tried again in September, and why he wanted to do more missions in the future.

As much as he tried to adapt, he knew that he couldn't. He missed the thrill, the danger, and the catharsis that came with each success.

He missed living his dream.]

My partners and I are all like that, in our own ways. This place...

I'm surprised that Fujiko and I haven't gone mad yet.

[He thinks this over for a moment.]

...Y'know... at this point, I think the fact that there's a mermaid's on dry land gets me more than the whole fact of her actually being a mermaid.

She uses a wheelchair, if that's any consolation. She's also living with a damn fearsome soldier. [Nevermind that the soldier in question was Daisy, and that she was Keimi's partner.]

It's easier to just roll with it around here.

Exactly. My friends back home love stuff like that.

[Which was his whole reason for suggesting it.</small.] Do you know how to make 'em?

[A fearsome soldier, eh? He stows this information away.]

Makes sense. If she's comfortable, then that's what matters. Anyway, I'll contact her and see what she can do for me; thanks.

Well. You saw my work in January!

[He laughed.]

I can make fireworks with no problem. Don't worry.

[That was why he said it.]

Awesome. Listen, Spencer. If you have any more questions about this place, I'm either just a ring away or a short walk upstairs.

[He chuckled at the memory.]

Great.

[He's not about to try tinkering with stuff like that.]

Are you gonna need any help with food? I could make a somethin'.

Hmm...

[He thought about that for a moment, curious about how this was all going to work.]

You know, I've got Gambit on board for that...but, this is a lot of food. I think I have an assistant for him, but we really don't know how much food we need right now. If you want to talk to him about helping, or even give him a few ideas, you're more than welcome to.

...it might be good to vary the menu a little bit anyway. Gambit...specializes in cajun cooking.

Appreciate it, Lupin. I'll let you know when I'm good to go for a night at Good Spirits.

Anytime~

And great, I'll be looking forward to it!

[And with no further word, Spencer closes the journal and considers heading to the Battledome for some obstacle course training to keep him busy. Nothing like working up some adrenaline and a good sweat!]

Indeed...

But the mind is a powerful thing Sa-kai...

[All of a sudden the blackness is replaced with the bustling streets of Paris at night. ... Lupin is standing in the middle of a crosswalk intersection, and there are people everywhere.

Spock though, is nowhere to be seen... but his voice, with a hint of playfulness, echoes around him..]
Can you locate me?

Gambit's his name? I'll ask him if he needs any help.

[Firo'd feel bad not contributing anything.]

Cajun cookin'? What's that like?

Hide and seek, huh?

[His smile was slow and lazy, but his eyes were keen with a wild hunger. This was just a dream, he had to remind himself even as the Arc de Triomphe stood tall in the center of the Place Charles de Gaulle and glowed against the darkened sky. He could see the lights and hear the bustle down the Champs-Élysées. There was a sharp chill to the air, and the lingering sense that winter was almost upon them, but that never stopped activity on la plus belle avenue du monde.]

I'm game. You know I'm game.

[He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and pocketed his gloved hands with a the nonchalant grace of a feline--or a thief. A glimmer of his restless energy bled through as he walked down the street at a languid pace with one of his favored Gitanes held in his lips. His sharp eyes looked past the cars and the streetlights as he tried to feel for the tangible, familiar presence that Spock had somehow become.]

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[That's why Lupin left it open. He wants to allow as many openings for people to assist as they please (and then give himself less work to do, of course.)]

Cajun cooking? It's spicy, Firo. Very spicy with lots of seafood, but it's also very homey.

[Amusement once again fills Lupin's senses...]

Indeed... think of this as a training exercise... follow the link.]

[From where Spock stands, he observes the city with mild curiosity and fascination. Paris was truly aesthetically pleasing.
With concentration, Spock focuses on Lupin's progress once more. With a half-smile, Spock decides to take some enjoyment out of this... he sends out projections of himself throughout the city to distract his brother.]

[As Lupin rounds a corner, he should see the back of a familiar figure... blue uniform and black hair... walking quickly away from him.]

Training exercise...

[He did need that, badly, but he was glad enough to be at one of the few places that he could rightfully call home. Paris was his first city, and would always be one of the gems that he took pride in sharing. It was just a dream, he reminded himself once more, but the Gitane tasted so good...

Lupin caught sight of Spock in his moment of distraction, and he arched an eyebrow when he saw where the Vulcan was going.]

You're going there? Really? Just because the Rue and I share a name doesn't make it a good destination. At least stay along the strip!

[He was a very visually oriented man as it was; of course he would be distracted by what he saw. That distinctive blue shirt stood out among the long jackets and woolen hats of the populace. It was easy to track.

Without a thought, he briskly picked up his pace.]

None that wish to make an impression, to be certain.

[As Lupin draws near to the projection of Spock... it disappears.]

You must pay attention to the link sa-kai... If I concentrate, I am able to find you at any given time. I believe you can do the same.

All the more drinks for us!

We don't, this would be a personal favor!

Right. Concentration.

[He sighed when the projection went out, even though he knew why Spock had chosen this venue. Everything about it, from the lights to the sounds of people, was exactly the sort of thing that Lupin craved. More than his cigarettes and the chaos of his antics, he missed the sheer zen of being a part of the crowd.

Lupin reluctantly closed his eyes to block out the crush and his impulse to cut loose and have a night on the town. He knew that it would have been a shallow reflection of the truth--

This was all in his head.

That thought alone chilled him.

But he didn't want to give up the lights. The Champs-Elysees was beautiful at night.

Instead he took a deep breath and searched for a compromise. That golden thread from the desert...there had to be an analogue in his own 'mindscape.']

[Spock could feel the moment of sadness and doubt... but he knew that on some level, they both needed this.

Spock concentrated once more, knowing that Lupin was finally trying to single their connection out. It was a fascinating experience... to observe a psy-null being effectively learn to navigate the mind-scape, and Arsene was doing well.
He could feel a tug on their link..]

Do you feel that? That is effectively you sa-kai. Your mind is most dynamic to have generated this.

[A golden thread should be appearing around Lupin's waist... leading him off into the crowded streets.]

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