Add Tal and Alys to the list of people who would rather be anywhere else today.
Hail, Tal hated parties at the best of times. Throw in water and Void and it was pretty much every nightmare he'd ever had in the last couple of years all rolled into one suntan-lotion-scented dystopian apocalypse.
Tal had his Goggles on and he didn't care that it made him look like a huge nerd as he walked with stiff joints towards the pool party with all the nonchalant grace of a fully arched cat sidling towards a cucumber. His arm was stiff beneath Alys's hand as he scowled around at the gathering where, for once, he didn't look like the most uncomfortable kid at the party. There were a couple of folks he didn't recognize, and Tal squinted suspiciously at Jack, Vesper, and Pierce, wondering which one of them was the host of this horrible little shindig--
And then his eyes caught on Vox. The courier stopped dead in his tracks and chewed on his lip before turning his head to look at his partner hesitantly. "D'you, uh... wanna hang out with Sunjata for a minute?" he asked, hopeful and utterly oblivious to the sixty foot line that most of the other 'guests' weren't crossing. Though he titled his chin towards the lounging horror to let her know what he was thinking. Kind of. In the vaguest sense, at least.
Hail, Tal hated parties at the best of times. Throw in water and Void and it was pretty much every nightmare he'd ever had in the last couple of years all rolled into one suntan-lotion-scented dystopian apocalypse.
Tal had his Goggles on and he didn't care that it made him look like a huge nerd as he walked with stiff joints towards the pool party with all the nonchalant grace of a fully arched cat sidling towards a cucumber. His arm was stiff beneath Alys's hand as he scowled around at the gathering where, for once, he didn't look like the most uncomfortable kid at the party. There were a couple of folks he didn't recognize, and Tal squinted suspiciously at Jack, Vesper, and Pierce, wondering which one of them was the host of this horrible little shindig--
And then his eyes caught on Vox. The courier stopped dead in his tracks and chewed on his lip before turning his head to look at his partner hesitantly. "D'you, uh... wanna hang out with Sunjata for a minute?" he asked, hopeful and utterly oblivious to the sixty foot line that most of the other 'guests' weren't crossing. Though he titled his chin towards the lounging horror to let her know what he was thinking. Kind of. In the vaguest sense, at least.
