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Cancellation

## Meta

**Timing:** 6 May 2023

**Setting:** a park near the Vos and 2nd Darling-Jones house

## Text

From her backpack, Charlie's phone chirps 'danger'. She seizes it, barks, "Darling."

Griet sips her [juice].

"/**What?**" Charlie [digs] her fingernails into the surface of the table. "You said—"

Picks at a seam of her dress.

"I understand," Charlie grinds out. "Thank you for fi— telling me." She throws her mobile to the table, herself to her feet. Strides—moves like she wants to step away from the problem, but the problem's not here.

Griet puts down her cup. "May ah help with anything?"

Charlie, facing away, puts her hands on her hips.

"[What's wrong]?"

"He doesn't even want to be there!" Crosses her arms, widens her stance. "And now, there's a Kaiju and his leave's been [canceled] so [it'll be a month between visits home]."

"Why did he san up?"

Charlie whirls, fists clenched, eyes blazing. "What part of that—"

Griet [gestures for calm,] smiles.

Charlie takes a breath, lowers her shoulders. "He didn't—" Closes her eyes, shifts her weight. Spits, "They in/**sisted**."

[Griet's fingers tense on her [cup]. "Thet's] what they told you to say, [yeh]?"

The slightest nod; Charlie links her fingers behind her neck.

Griet studies her face. "It's- it's lak what they wanted with Izzy.{, yeh?}"

Charlie looks down.

"It's worse," murmurs Griet.

Charlie recrosses her arms, turns away.

"Ah'm sorry, Charlie. {Thet's terrible fa you all.}"

Charlie shakes her head, starts pacing. "I—" Her mouth thins into a line.

Griet sips her [juice].

Charlie presses the heels of her hands to her forehead. "I don't know how to tell the beans."

"Tell them the truth."

Charlie acknowledges, keeps pacing.

Griet sips.

Charlie twists in her direction. "W—" Resumes pacing.

[Griet [laces] her fingers around her cup.]

"Why did they need new pilots anyway?!"

[Griet's face greys.]

"I mean, what happened to the old pair?!"

[Griet startles, slopping [juice] onto the table.] "You ... you don't know?"

"Know what?"

"Lachlen—Ranger Rahley—d-dahd. Jason's still in hospital e-en-end they're not sure he'll recovah." [Griet mops at the mess with a handkerchief from her purse.]

"Rangers die." [Charlie digs her fingernails into her palms.]

Griet flinches. "Not in the hanga." Looks away. "Pieta f-found him."

"How—?"

Griet chews her lip. "He's supposed to say it was an eccident ...."

"But it wasn't," Charlie [grits] out.

Griet [nods].

Charlie [hisses,] "What happened?"

Griet's voice is tiny. "He was bleeding, /**breathing** when Pieta got there. He trad to save him—he really trad—but he was too late."

"What. Happened."

Griet takes shaky breath. "Pieta says- thinks he shot himself. In the heart. There was so much—" Pauses, gathers herself. "Ah found blood under Piet's nails the next day." Buries her face in her hands. "He took four showers end {still} hedn't gotten it all out."

Charlie's fingers tangle in her braid.

"Pieta's still in counseling. Your Andrea ...." Griet folds and re-folds the handkerchief.

Charlie waits.

"Your Andrea f— [Jason was her friend." Smiles sadly. "Pieta said talk was Jason was sweet on her."]
Blossom Collocott

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Military brat turned street fighter

## Special skills

* skilled and especially analytical fighter and a lightning fast striker

## Relationships

* Pang Xia (grandmother); Bubbles, Logan, Jung, Raleigh, Cheung, Jin, Hu (friends); 'The Professor' (fight contract holder); Liu (rescuer, adoptive family); Nanny (grandmother-in-law, sorta); Qiao (doctor); Minty, Speer ('caretakers')
Family Trees (meta)

gonna test the family tree template in a mo.
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Milk

## Meta

Formerly "Roam"

**Timing:** sometime after the crew moves to The Village

**Setting:** Logan's flat (outside The Village--he refuses to move in)

## Text

Logan eases through the window at the end of the hall.

That little trick stops the neighbors complaining about his odd hours; fire escape being much quieter than the creaky-ass stairs.

He waits two heartbeats.

Snicket wraps himself around his neck.

Logan smiles, steps lightly to his door. Yawns, pops the lock all proper-like, slides inside, bolts the door behind.

Snicket leaps to the table, then the floor.

They shake raindrops from their hair.

Logan hangs the keys on their hook, drops his backpack, shucks his coat—a wool one Nanny insisted on buying him.

Snicket attacks his bowl of crunchies.

Logan unlaces his shoes, steps out of them, hefts his bag once more, and ducks into the kitchen.

Muffins in the fridge, energy bars in a cupboard, bugs from Jack's vents into the disposal, cereal on the counter.

Pours himself a bowl, adds milk, and tucks in, sauntering past the table to the sofa and plunking down.

After a moment, Snicket arrives; braces his front paws on Logan's thigh and headbutts his spoon hand.

"Shove off. This is mine."

Snicket applies more force.

"You'll get sick, hairball."

Pats Logan's arm with an insistent paw.

"I'm gonna toss you."

Relents, scales the back of the couch, eeeeeases himself onto Logan's shoulder.

"Don't even think it."

Streeeetches his head toward the bowl.

Logan huffs, stands.

Snicket scrabbles against his back, thumps down onto the cushions.

Logan smirks, heads for the kitchen.

Gets his feet tangled on a Snicket twining around his shins— "/**Oi!** You little—!" —nearly goes down.

Snicket flashes off for the bed.

Logan rolls his eyes, rinses the bowl, and follows at a more relaxed pace.
Jamie Walker

Investigative reporter who becomes the Jones brothers' outside man.

* **Full name:** James Christopher Walker
* **Pronouns:** He-him-his
* **Height:** 5'8"
* **Build:** Heavy
* **Hair:** Brown, wavy
* **Eyes:** Brown
* **Lifemate:** N/A
* **Children:** N/A
* **Sibling(s):** N/A
* **Parents:** Christopher and Cherie Walker
* **Birthday:** 17 March 1989 (Cairns, QLD, Australia)
* **Language:** Australian English (mother tongue), French (conversational), Cantonese (limited phrases)
* **Ethnicity:** White Australian
* **Text ID:** jaywalker
* Nicknames
* **Relationships:** Cameryn (source), Charlie (friend), Pietr (friend), Griet (friend), Jackson (friend), Logan (sort-of-friend), Liu (source), Chantell (source), Bubbles (source), Nanny (dance partner), Siqi (ally?)
* Accessories: Omnipresent notepad and pencil; a tie (occasionally)
Competition

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"Nice work, Irish," beams Claire, thumping Dad on the back.

"Thanks, Junior," pants Dad. He sits down gracelessly, leans back against her legs. "I'm gettin' too old for this."

"Aww, poor thing." Pats his head. Chirps, "You'll just have to let me take your place."

Dad snorts. "In four years, /**maybe**."

Claire pouts. "Scarecrow started at /**sixteen**."

"Scarecrow wasn't /**my** kid—" Tilts his head back to meet Claire's eyes. "—and he's got scars he shouldn't 'cause of it."

She sighs.

Dad grunts, heaves himself to his feet. "'m gonna get some water. You want a coke or something?"

"Nah. I'm good."

He ruffles Claire's hair, heads off.

Claire watches the crowd, mentally sorts the fighters from the bettors from the scouts from the noo—

A blond stops next to Claire, sighs wistfully. "So pretty ...."

Claire follows the noob's gaze.

They're drooling at Scarecrow.

"Give up now," she says.

"What was that, Short Stuff?"

Claire puffs up. "/**If** ye hadn't noticed, Derpy Hooves—"

Indignant squawk.

"—I'm taller than your Pinkie Pie—" Flicks her head at the blond's companion. "—and I said you should give up now."

Derpy crosses their arms. "You my competition?"

Claire's lip wibbles. She blinks rapidly, chokes, gives in, doubles over.

"What's so funny?"

Claire straightens, wipes her eyes, snorks, folds again.

"They spoken for or something?"

"Oh, yea," wheezes Claire. "'m /**totally** yer competition."

Derpy pouts, "Aren't you a little young to be dating?"

Claire /*pfft*s. "We've had a thing for /**years**."

"/**Years?**"

Ooo ... squeaky.

"Yea." Rocks on her heels. "I do his hair and we cuddle and watch movies."

Derpy makes a sound like a deflating cat.

Pinkie Pie wraps an arm around Derpy's shoulder, steers them away. "C'mon, Bubbles, /**plenty** of other fish in the sea."

""But he's so /**pretty**!"" Throws a dirty look over their shoulder. ""Watch your back, Short Stuff!""

Claire smirks, waves.

Dad rolls up, eyebrow raised. "What was that about?"

"Noob getting all hot and bothered over Scarecrow."

"Ooo ... he's gonna love dealing with that again."

"I tried to warn 'em off."

Dad snorts. "Like that ever works."

"No kidding." Claire shrugs. "Have to try, though." Grins. "We protect people, ay?"

"You got it, Junior."
Nanny (meta)

## TIACS!AUWS arc

* have thee any thoughts about when Charlie and Nanny meet?
	+ I think it's after Charlie's met both of Jackson's brothers and that it's something brief, like Nanny drops by to pick up Derek for a shopping excursion.
* is not judge-y /and progressive?
	+ She is very much not judgey and very progressive, especially when the matter at hand involves her grandsons' happiness. She loves her boys (her son, too, of course).
* where is she during "This Isn't A Coffee Shop!AU, We Swear arc"?
	+ 3. She's living in a little house in one of the far western suburbs of Sydney. She moves further into the city either when Derek moves in with Jackson or when Book's on the way.

(From "Darling-Jones Residences")

## Visiting

Nanny's a very regular visitor to the Darling-Jones residence, so I'm not sure her visit would be remarkable enough to elicit comment from Book in "Evaporated". She’s over at least twice a week and occasionally pops in at random.

## Nanny's House

Btw, where is Nanny? Is she the sort with a bridge club/knitting circle/painting group/some combination of the above? Would she swoop in and make herself at home? (Which I think means they're out of bedrooms in the first house (Master, Derek's-that-becomes-Andrea's, babies', office-becomes-Derek's, (and a guest room?))).

Nanny is /definitely the sort with a lot of interests and friends. I think she might be into ballroom dancing. She's the bubbliest Jones and the most accepting (hence why she's Logan's favorite). She wouldn't swoop in, but she might ask if Jackson and Wash would mind if she moved closer to help. Her husband's dead and these are her only grandbabies. She'd probably rent herself a little house or flat nearby and come over regularly to help with everything but fluffle chasing (by which I mean 'running down escapees'; that's for the young folks XD)

Why am I returning often to the image of Jamie and Nanny taking lessons together.

Because Jamie totally would and would charm the brightly-colored socks right off her.

"Charm the brightly-colored socks right off her" I LOVE IT.

## Nanny Knits

Also for the font, I discovered where Nanny gets her brightly-colored socks: SHE KNITS THEM. She's also where Jackson gets his coveted heavy wool socks.

That is AWESOME.

For some reason, though, I can't see her making sweaters. Just socks and baby snuggies.

Eh, sweaters take time. She can probably whip up a pair of socks in a evening. A snuggy in a week.

Very, very good point about the knitting.

Whoot!
Chuck Hansen

Child soldier and Sydney's hero

* **Full Name:** Charles Victor Hansen
* **Pronouns:** He-him-his
* **Height:** 6'0"
* **Build:** Medium
* **Hair:** Red, straight
* **Eyes:** Green
* **Lifemate:** Max
* **Children:** N/A
* **Sibling(s):** N/A
* **Parents:** Herc, Angela
* **Birthday:** 14 August 2003 (Medowie, NSW, Australia); 'corrected' to 14 August 2001 by the PPDC
* **Lanuage:** Australian English (mother tongue)
* **Nicknames:**
	+ Chuck: Everyone
	+ Chuckles: Jackson, Logan
	+ Chuckling: Bubbles
* **Relationships:** Pietr (adoptive family), Griet (adoptive family), Izzy (adopted nibling), Anni (adopted nibling), Rika (adopted nibling), Fenna (adopted nibling), Book (adopted nibling), Baby (adopted nibling), Jupiter (adopted nibling), Snicket (nemesis), Bubbles (colleague), Jackson ('friend'), Logan ('friend'), Charlie ('friend'), Derek ('friend'), Andrea ('friend')
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* **Distinguishing marks:**
Bubbly

"Paperwork?" asks Charlie

Jackson presents the envelope with a flourish.

"Derek?"

Derek and his toothbrush peer from the downstairs washroom.

"Two minutes."

Thumbs up.

"Juliet?"

Knock on the door.

Charlie is pleased.

Jackson answers.

"Yo, engaged people!" greets Juliet. "I have Lily and lilies in the wed—"

Jackson covers her mouth.

Juliet rolls her eyes, leans to the side. "Hey Derek!"

Derek and his hair brush plod from the downstairs washroom.

"Shall we?" says Charlie.

"We shall," says Juliet.

They pile into her truck; Derek parks himself in the very back of the truck.

"Good morning!" beams Lily.

Jackson's eyes crinkle.

Charlie can't help herself; she grins.

"To Nanny's!" Juliet starts the truck, and off they go.

.

"Paperwork?" asks the administrator.

"Here you go," says Charlie, handing over the sheaf.

The administrator flips through, making approving sounds at Charlie's sticky tags and highlighting. They pull a stack of marriage certificates from a drawer, scribbles on three of them, and offers the pen. "Partners?"

Charlie signs in triplicate.

Jackson signs in triplicate.

"Witnesses?"

Juliet signs in triplicate.

Lily signs in triplicate.

"Rings?"

Charlie slides Jackson's ring on his finger.

Jackson slides Charlie's ring on her finger.

"Congratulations," says the administrator, handing them a copy. "You're married!"

"We did it," says Jackson.

"We're married," adds Charlie.

They dissolve into giggles.

"Say 'cheese'!" squees Juliet.

Charlie and Jackson throw their arms around each other and beam for the camera.

And then they get another one with the administrator grinning just as much, and then a third with Nanny, and then the administrator kindly takes a picture of all of them.

"That's time, people," says Juliet. "Off we go!" Ushers Charlie and Jackson from the room.

Lily grabs the paperwork, thanks the administrator, and skips after them.

.

[At a very fancy restaurant; Charlie and Jackson keep giggling, and maybe (I don't remember what) one of those giggling moments ends with everyone dabbing at their eyes.]

Charlie nudges Jackson. "Hubby."

Jackson nudges Charlie. "Wifey."

"Oh my god," says Juliet. "You two are disgusting." Chin-hands. "I /love it."

[.

The waiter appears at their table with a tray of orange juice. "Champagne for the newlyweds." Indicates a far table. "From Dame Eadith."

A grey haired woman smiles, raises her water.

Charlie and Jackson beam, toast her back with their mimosas.

"And for the designated driver...?"

Juliet tosses her keys to Derek. "That's him."

"Then I won't have to ask for ID."]
Jason Egan

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Sydney's 'Sleeping Beauty'

## Brief biography

Jason is steered into the Academy's Ranger track because of his stamina and his remarkably high HSP score, which mark him as a perfect candidate for a left hemisphere position. Instructors find him an ideal right hemisphere in fellow Queenslander Lachlan Riley, whose charisma, martial arts training, and equivalent stamina dovetail nicely with Jason's qualities.

The obvious attraction between Jason and Andrea Hill and their similiarly high HSP scores lead the heads of Drift Science's Genie project to 'encourage' a relationship between the two in hopes of 'securing' an offspring with an even higher HSP, possibly even a Universally Compatible child.

In early 2022, Lachlan's spiraling depression carries over to Jason and both Rangers are flagged Code Violet by PPDC psychologists. Lachlan's suicide in March rebounds on Jason, leaving him in a coma.

Unsure of how much Jason knows about the causes of Lachlan's depression, PPDC Medical maintains Jason in a medically-induced coma for almost two years. The damage caused by the initial shock of Lachlan's death and furthered by his subsequent treatment, Jason requires extensive rehab to resume a normal life. Even afterward, he continues to have difficulties with pain and strength in his legs, leaving him occasionally dependent on a cane for mobility.

In addition to physical issues, Jason awakes with Lachlan (or an 'echo' of Lachlan's personality) in his mind with which he can interact.

DriftSci uses Jason's rehab schedule and routine to engineer a reunion between him and Andrea, again hoping for the conception and birth of a high-HSP child and also to charm Andrea away from the less 'useful' Derek Jones, with whom she is romantically involved. The plan meets limited success, as Jason, Andrea, and Derek enter into a happy polyamorous relationship.

## Quirks

Jason's neural architecture makes him more susceptible than most Drifters to forming persistent 'personality echoes' of his Drift partners. Repeated Drifting strengthens these 'echoes' to the point where they may interact with Jason as separate entities, as 'Lachlan' does.

## Relationships

Jamie (friend), Jackson (friend), Charlie (friend), Logan ('friend'), Pietr (friend), Griet (friend), Chuck ('friend'), Herc (colleague), Bubbles (colleague)
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""Jones?""

Derek startles, swivels his chair.

"Sorry." Mackie smiles apologetically. "Aren't you going to take lunch?"

"Umm, I forgot mine at home this morning." Rubs his neck. "I was gonna leave a little early instead."

Mackie tilts their head. "Pretty sure I saw a sack with your name—and a heart—"

Derek flushes red.

"—on it in the break room fridge."

"Uh, what?"

"Come check it out. You need to take some sort of break anyway."

"R-right." Derek pushes to his feet, walks with Mackie to the staff lounge. He pops open the fridge.

Sure enough, a brown paper bag emblazoned with his name and heart in black marker.

Derek re-blushes, picks it up, peers inside.

Sandwiches, apple, a dinosaur-shaped cookie with bright pink frosting, a note.

.

- Saw you forgot lunch this morning, so the beans and I made you something and snuck it in.

Book /insisted you get the stegosaur.

Love,

Andrea -

.

"Told you—"

Derek jumps, sending the note fluttering to the floor.

"—there was a lunch for you," says Mackie. Grins. "Did your girlfriend or your boyfriend bring it by?"

"Girlfriend," Derek answers quietly, creeping over to his favourite seat by the window.

He's munched his way through one of the sandwiches and the apple when the murmuring in the room jumps in volume. Derek turns to investigate.

Jason heads his way, grinning.

Derek smiles back.

"'ey, there," greets Jason as he hooks his cane on the edge of the table, "I brought—" Presents a paper bag with a—smiles sheepishly. "—you another lunch. Ray beat me to it, ay?"

Derek nods.

"Oh well." Jason shrugs. "Guess I'll just have to eat it myself." Looks at Derek expectantly.

Derek blinks in exaggerated confusion.

Jason applies puppy-dog eyes.

Derek grins. "Would you like to join me?"

"I'd be /**delighted**." Jason beams, claims a chair and opening his lunch. He glances over at Derek's meal, frowns.

"What?"

"You've got a dinosaur cookie," pouts Jason.

"Uh, yea?"

"I don't have a cookie." Bats his eyelashes.

Derek melts a little, breaks the cookie in two, passes half to Jason.

"Thank you—aww, why do I get the butt?"

Derek snorts, chuckles around his mouthful of apple.
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Two people in lab coats, a brunet holding a tablet and a blond, enter the exam room.

The brunet asks, "Charlotte Darling, she-her-hers?"

"It's 'Charlie'."

"Charlie, right." The brunet makes a note. "Welcome to the Shatterdome."

"I've been here before."

The brunet glances at the tablet. "Of course. I'm sorry your husband couldn't be here."

"I'm sure."

The brunet's smile becomes a bit strained. "I'm Doctor Regas, they-them-theirs, and I'll be your obstetrician."

The blond adds, "And I'm Doctor Lightcap, she-her-hers, from Drift Science." She offers—

"Forget it." Charlie's upright in one movement—

Doctor Regas says, "Forget ...? The appointment? The pregnancy?"

—and headed to the door in another. "Both."

"But your baby—"

"I'm aborting it," Charlie calls.

Crashing from the exam room.

Doctor Regas jogs to keep up. "Then why did you come?"

Running footsteps.

"Changed my mind."

A hand on her wrist, and the blonde pleads, "Mrs Darling, you have to reconsider."

"Please. Remove. Your hand."

The blonde shoots Doctor Regas a look, insists, "Mrs Darling, you can't have an abortion."

Doctor Regas scurries away.

"Is there a medical reason why I can't?"

"Well, no, but—"

Charlie yanks her arm away. "Then I'm getting an abortion and you won't stop me."

"You can't—"

"Watch me."

Something clangs.

"That was the door, wasn't it."

The blonde cringes.

"You're trying to lock me in."

"Of course not—"

Charlie makes a sound of disgust and continues down the hall, hoping they haven't moved too many walls since she last saw a map of this place.

The blonde doesn't follow.

Four turns later, she almost steamrolls a familiar, really good-looking guy—she doesn't stop—going around a corner. "Hey, Jones."

"Hey, Darling," greets Jackson, falling into step.

"They told me you were unavailable."

"Funny way of saying 'pretending to eat before a psych eval'."

"Jones."

"I know, Darling, 'm just ...." He sighs. "Why are you here?"

"Obstetrician—"

The occupation rings a bell.

"—by the way, I'm pregnant."

A number of things flit across Jackson's face; finally, he chokes, "I'm gonna go with 'feels!'."

"You and the internet." Charlie shifts gears, crowds him against the wall—

He puts a hand on her stomach.

—kisses him. "They put a DriftSci person in the exam room. I'm aborting it." She smooths his hair.

Jackson swallows, nods. "Okay."

"Go to your appointment." She steps back.

Jackson steps, too.

"I'll see myself out."

He nods again, caresses her belly. "Nice knowing you, bean."

Charlie can't hope to project enough 'I love you.' She squeezes his hand.

Jackson squeezes back.

Charlie tilts her head.

He offers a quick smile and hurries the way she came.
Blankets

## Meta

**Timing:** Follow-on to "Psychology"

**Setting:** Andrea's room in the Darling-Jones house

## Text

A gentle knock at the door.

Andrea pulls the blanket more tightly around herself, flips on the bedside light. "Yea? C-come in."

The door opens a few centimeters and Derek peeps through the opening. "Is everything okay?" Rubs the back of his neck. "I, uh, heard you talking to someone."

Andrea blinks at him. "You were listening?"

Derek greys. "No! I was headed to the kitchen. F-for a snack. I couldn't, um, sleep." Swallows. "‘m sorry. I'll go."

"It-it's okay." She picks at the blanket. "I--" Deep shaky breath. "--had a nightmare. ‘bout--" Looks up. "Oh, uh, you should come in."

"Uh, thanks." Derek ducks his head and slinks inside. He flutters in front of the door, beside it, finally slides down the wall to the floor as far from Andrea and the door as he can get, pulls his knees to his chest.

"Why were you up?" asks Andrea.

"N-nightmare, too." Derek sighs, ruffles his hair. "Th-they came f-for me, like they did for--"

Andrea inhales sharply.

"--So I, uh, thought a sandwich might d-distract me. Clear my head."

"Does that work?"

"Not really?" Offers a crooked smile. "But I feel a little better with something in my stomach."

"Not afraid of, uh, throwing it up?"

"'s'not the chucking kind of anxiety." Snorts a laugh. "Gotten good at telling the difference."

Andrea worries the cuff of her PJs. "Y-you have these dreams often?"

"Not as often, as I … used to. The new meds're helping a lot."  Sighs. "But when I have them, th-they're worse." He shivers.

"Are you cold?"

"A little." Derek chafes his arms through his jumper sleeves. "‘s something I have in common with J--" Swallows.

"W--" Andrea meeps.

"Pardon?"

"Share?"

"Uh, what?"

Andrea offers the blanket. "'cause you're cold?"

"I've got some upstairs, but thanks."

"Oh, I mean--if you're not sleeping--I'm not tired, I don't usually get back to sleep after one of these, but if you're tired!"

"Share /**this** blanket, you mean?" Heat creeps up Derek's neck and tints his face pink.

"I just-- Only if-- I don't-- Don't want you to be cold." Andrea looks away quickly.

[Derek rubs his neck, then squares himself. "O-okay. Th-thanks." Pushes to his feet.

Andrea steals a glance at him.

He perches on the edge of the mattress, juuuuust barely /**not** touching Andrea, pulls the blanket around his shoulders.

She giggles nervously.

"You smell like flowers." Derek claps a hand over his mouth, pinks again.

Andrea pinkers. "'s m--" Swallows. "It's my soap."

"It's, umm, really ... nice."

"Th--" squeaks Andrea.

"Uh, you're welcome?"

Andrea face relaxes into a smile. She leans tentatively--

Derek controls a flinch.

--against his side.]
670–610 terahertz

## Meta

**Timing:** once daycare is dismissed after "Shortwave"

**Setting:** Vulcan Specter's quarters

## Text

"Where'd you guys disappear to?" asks Jackson back in their quarters.

"I think I fucked up," croaks Logan.

"What—"

Logan sits down heavily. "They said I could move around again if I got Baby to do a test and ... I ... did it."

Jackson greys, wobbles down beside him.

Logan drops his face to his hands.

Jackson takes a deep breath. "Well, maybe they'll stop trying so hard, ay?"

Logan straightens somewhat. "Maybe, yea."

Jackson cautiously touches Logan's shoulder. "I, uh, understand why you went through with it."

Logan swallows. "Thanks."
Jupiter

## Meta

**Timing:** 22 Nov 2024, evening, after "Defensible" and "Unavailable"

**Setting:** Jones' quarters, Sydney Shatterdome

## Text

A knock at the doorframe and Chapman's red hair peeking in.

"Yea?" drawls Logan.

Jackson stays focused on his tea.

"Clearance for an hour on the video conferencing system just came in." Chapman's eyes twinkle. "Congratulations, Jackson."

Jackson blinks at him. "Wha— Oh. Oh!"

Chapman grins, salutes, saunters away.

Logan snags the tablet from the bookshelf, plops it in front of Jackson, and reclaims his perch on the sofa.

Powering up takes an eternity, as does starting the video call software, and waiting for the code to authenticate.

""Hey, Jones,"" yawns Charlie.

The baby on her chest, still tinted purple, squalls and squirms—

Charlie shifts.

—grabs a tiny fistful of Charlie's gown and quiets.

"Hey, Darling," whispers Jackson. "Hey, new darling." He presses his fingertips against the baby's image.

""This's Jupiter.""

From the couch, Logan snorts.

Jackson pulls back, blinks. His face eases into a smile. "You didn't."

""Paperwork's already in."" Charlie crinkles her eyes. ""I remembered.""

Jackson's eyes tear.

Charlie leans a tiny bit closer to the camera. ""Jupiter Darling-Jones, meet your dad.""

"Hey, Jupiter," rasps Jackson.

Jupiter yawns.

Jackson blinks rapidly. Swallows. Croaks, "How're you doing?"

""/**Exhausted.** This one took longer than the other two together.""

"Trying to wait for me, maybe."

Charlie chuckles. ""Maybe."" Strokes Jupiter's cheek with her thumb. ""The hospital wants to keep us for a couple days, make sure her lungs are clean."" Covers a yawn with her free hand. ""And none of Them laid a hand on either of us.""

Jackson smiles. "That's great to hear."

""When will you be able to visit?""

"No one's said anything about leave. So I don't ... I don't know when." Squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry, both of you."

""It's okay, Jackson. We understand.""

Jupiter makes a cranky noise, scrunches a tiny face.

""Okay, maybe only I understand."" Charlie smiles down at Jupiter. ""For someone who took their time getting here, you're an impatient little thing.""

"Takes after Mum."

Charlie scowls.

"Sorry."

""What about you, Jones? You eat anything today?""

Jackson ducks his head. "Too worried about you," he mumbles.

""We're fine, so it's safe for you to sna—"" She stifles a yawn. ""—Snack.""

"Yea, okay. I-I [should, uh, stop] bothering you and let you rest."

""'s'okay. It's good t' hear—"" Charlie yawns widely. ""—your voice. Been a while.""

Jackson forces a chuckle. "You just talked to me this afternoon."

Charlie huffs and rolls her eyes.

"Maybe I can just watch you sleep?" Jackson rubs his neck. "If that's not too creepy?"

""Only if you make yourself a plate of something first.""

"Okay." He pushes back his chair, hesitates. "Don't go anywhere."

""We'll be waiting.""
Caught

## Meta

**Timing**: 19 Jun 2022, night

**Setting**: anonymous building, somewhere in the Sydney area

## Text

Logan takes a moment to breathe, sitting cross-legged against the wall on the crash mat, takes stock.

Four fights, four wins, a bruised cheek and shin, and a decent payout.

Not that he's going to see a cent of it.

He sighs, rearranges his flex-cuffed hands behind his back for something like comfort.

A coil of bandages drops through his peripheral, rolls to a stop against his hip.

Logan huffs and lets his head fall back.

Ha sighs and plops down beside him. "Anything need patching before they haul your ass to jail?"

"We sharing a ride or something?"

"Me?" Ha does a poor job of batting her eyelashes. "I'm just a law-abiding off-duty nurse who was having a smoke down the block and I'm shocked--" Hand covers heart. "--/**shocked** to find gambling and fighting is going on in here."

Logan rolls his eyes. "They actually bought that?"

"Hook, line, and sinker, Buttercup." Nudges his foot. "Now, do you need medical attention or not?"

"'m fine. Only bruises."

Ha grunts, pushes to her feet. "Anyone you want me to call?"

"Nah."

"Not even your Nanny or brother to start working on bail?" Gathers her things.

"Rather not bug 'em today."

Ha raises an eyebrow.

Logan sprawls against the wall. "Little brother's birthday." Grins. "Wouldn't wanna steal his spotlight."

Ha snorts. "See you in a few weeks, Buttercup." Waves.

Logan bobs his head, closes his eyes, and waits his turn for a ride to jail.
Father-to-Father

## Meta

**Timing:** after "Jupiter"

**Setting:** Jones' quarters, Sydney Shatterdome

**Note:** The route I used was

Sydney to Brisbane: 2hrs by Jumphawk
Brisbane to Mackay: 4.5hrs by Jaeger
Mackay to Brisbane: 4.5hrs by Jaeger
Brisbane to Sydney: 2hrs by Jumphawk
12hrs total
normal patrol pace would do the Jaeger part of the route in 10hrs

## Text

Jackson sits cross-legged on the couch, tablet balanced on his knees, soft expression on his face; Logan's nowhere to be seen.

Herc raps on the doorframe. "Jones?"

Jackson doesn't react.

Herc clears his throat, knocks again. "Jackson?"

"Yea?" asks Jackson, still not looking away from the tablet.

"I, uh, just wanted to congratulate you and Logan on your run today." Rubs his neck. "That's a /**hell** of a record you set{ today}. Lowered the mark by a full hour."

"Thanks," replies Jackson absently.

"You'd think you two were in a hurry to get back," Herc chuckles.

"Were."

Herc blinks. "Wha— Why?"

"This."

A cautious step over the threshold.

No reaction from Jackson.

Herc exhales some tension, crosses into the common area. He hovers behind the couch—hopefully beyond Jackson's striking range—and peers at the tablet screen.

The woman from Jackson's pictures, wearing a papery white gown, surrounded by hospital colours.

And a very, very new baby.

Both sleeping peacefully.

Herc feels metal under his fingers, whispers, "What's their name?"

"Jupiter."

"They're beautiful."

Jackson nods. "'m lucky."

Herc sighs, pries his hand away from his ring. "You gonna see them—face-to-face—before you, umm, ship out?"

"Hope so." Rubs his eyes. "Book and Baby, too."

"'a course."

[and the words trickled to a halt]
Chemo

## Meta

**Timing:** Blossom's second morning at DCamp, probably 16 Oct 2023

**Setting:** Blossom's room, DCaMP

## Text

"Good morning, Miss Collocott," greets the nurse.

"Morning," replies Blossom.

"Sitting comfortably?"

"Yup."

"Good." The nurse pokes at the [tablet]. "So, you are in excellent health."

"Awesome."

"But you have cancer."

Blossom blinks.

"It's completely treatable with chemotherapy, you'll be perfectly fine, and you'll still be able to kids if you want{ed}."

"I have cancer."

"You have /**treatable** cancer."

"Oh."

"Seriously, it's really no big deal." The nurse swipes the tablet.

The TV in the corner winks to life with a black and white scan.

"This is the CAT scan. You can barely tell from this resolution, but see that dark grey thing near the curvy bit? That's the tumor." Swipes again. "The ultrasound's a bit clearer, juuuust there."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Screen flicks off.

"We /**can** remove it, but abdominal surgery is /**really** hard and takes for/**ever** to heal. So, chemo."

"Chemo is good."

"Probably [twelve] weeks, starting ASAP. You'll probably stop menstruating, think your hair and fingersnails'll be fine, but you /**will** feel pretty nauseated. So far so good?"

"I have treatable cancer[,] but it's optimistic."

"Very optimistic. Trust me, this is super-straightforward. [Ninety-five percent] chance of full remission."

Blossom nods [absently].

"I'll get the doctor in here, check you out a little more, and we'll see where we go from there, k?"

"Yea, sure."

The nurse stands, squeezes her shoulder. "You'll be fine, promise."

Blossom smiles weakly.
Jaeger (meta)

## 2024

Having fun working out times for the other 2024 emergences. Whee!

Aren't the Kaiju the same? Or do you mean deployment? Ye know, since there's no Wall project, there's no Wall for Mutavore to break through, and Striker wouldn't be shedding pieces in the middle of downtown Sydney while punching it. Or rather, Striker wouldn't be punching it in the middle of downtown Sydney.

* --Unless they purposely let Kaiju make landfall to remind people of the threat and everything the PPDC does to protect them.
* --Who knows whether or not they 'randomly' decide to recycle Jaegers versus sending them on suicidal Breach runs.

### Vectors

Kaiju are the same and landfalls are the same; I was calculating how long, at a minimum, they would be swimming toward their targets.

That said, I am considering the possibility of there being /more Kaiju early on in this AU to up the threat and justification for the aggressive construction and use of Jaegers.

### Wall of Life

Since there's no Wall project, there's no Wall for Mutavore to break through, and Striker wouldn't be shedding pieces in the middle of downtown Sydney while punching it.

Good point, Mutavore would be engaged farther out.

### Landfall

Unless they purposely let Kaiju make landfall to remind people of the threat and everything the PPDC does to protect them.

I think they still have the occasional problem with tracking (hence the need for faster scout units) and Kaiju making unexpected turns, leaving deployed Jaegers out of position. And they probably do 'accidentally' screw up once in a while.

## Striker the Boogeyjaeger

Leatherback didn't attack Striker as ferociously as I would've expected in the movie and then someone suggested Striker's the big bad boogieman of the Anteverse and I was like "oooo that explains a /lot."

Yeah, I wondered about that. Totally lit into /Alpha, but circles and then just /barely nudges /Striker before doing anything useful. I /like this explanation.

I shall find you the meta in question!

Yay for meta!

It appears I didn't tag/reblog this lovely meta so I'm ahunting.

Found the bogeyman meta!
Australia

A large island in the South Pacific, part of the Oceania continent. Home to some incredibly large percent of venomous critters for absolutely no evolutionary reason (as far as scientists can tell, anyway).

## Pumpkin Spice

According to an Australian at the Chew's tasting table, Pumpkin Spice is not a thing. She did not elaborate, just shook her head upon being asked. ("Eat, Drink, & Be Scary")

## Resources

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Australian\_brands

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portal:Australia
Inside Man

Pietr, extra large coffee in hand, pulls out the empty chair at Jamie's table.

"'morning, Pietr."

Tips an imaginary hat.

"Family doing well?"

Beams, thumbs up.

They sip.

"I called you out this morning because I have a risky proposal for you."

Pietr nods 'go on'.

"Someone needs help and I think you can give it, but you could be in deep shit if you get caught."

Blinks, cocks his head.

"It's your team's Rangers."

Eyebrows jump to his hairline

"You ever see them talk to anyone?"

Shakes his head.

"Riley and Egan weren't like that, ay?"

A sad shake of the head.

"It's because these two are under orders to stay away from people. They can't even talk to their /**family** unless they're supervised. Not even to the /**kids**."

Pietr grits his teeth, taps at his phone, turns it to Jamie. -What can i do?-

"Carry messages—on paper and thumb drives—in and out of the Shatterdome."

-Im yr man-

Jamie grins. "When do you cross paths with the Rangers?"

-breefings n daycare-

"/**Perfect.** We'll use your left back trouser pocket as a drop."

Pietr quirks an eyebrow.

"Inbound messages go in before you leave for work; outbound messages will, uh, /**appear** there sometimes."

Blinks, 'really?'.

"Yea, trust me. One of 'em's good at that sort of thing."

Pietr grins.
Amelia Allaway

Birthday
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A mysterious disappearance.

## Brief biography

Nicknamed 'Panda' for both her red hair and climbing skills (as in 'red panda ') and the collection of black eyes she got and gave in schoolyard fights (as in 'giant panda ').

## Accessories

* childhood everywhere buddy, Flopsy Hamchop the plush panda, accompanies her on every move, including to the Jaeger Academy

## Relationships

* Jimmi (cousin); Jimmy (uncle); Beth (aunt); Logan (babysitter); Caitlin (test subject)
Layers

## Meta

**Timing:** Between "Capes" and "Wilt"; one of the times the Drifterns scare Baby so badly Baby throws up (I expect this happens more than once.)

**Setting:** CDL; a hallway, the 'laundry room' (it's a laundry chute, a big sink, and a number of washing machine bags. Anything coming down that chute in a bag is 'urgent' and is cleaned immediately), the nurse's office.

## Text

Blossom meets a TA, Logan, and the gorgeous curly top near the CDL laundry room.

"May I see your ID, please?" asks the TA.

"Sure thing." Blossom hands over her card.

Logan idly nuzzles the top of his blanket burrito.

Gorgeous, kinda pasty and glassy-eyed, sulks in his arms.

"Thank you," says the TA, handing back her ID.

"You're welcome." Addresses the burrito. "And what do we have here?"

The TA explains, "Someone has an upset tummy."

Blossom smiles. "That explains the call for clothes."

Logan gently squeezes the burrito. "Baby, this is Marcie. She's gonna give you a bath."

Baby sighs heavily, sorta focuses on Blossom.

Blossom crouches to Baby's eye-level. "It's nice to formally meet you."

Baby slumps back against Logan.

"I'm gonna give you to Marcie now, okay?" asks Logan.

Baby burrows deeper in the blanket, exhales, and looks up with a pout .

Logan eases the burrito into Blossom's arms.

"I'll get you cleaned up lickity split," Blossom promises.

Baby seems too tired to stare at Logan beseechingly but tries valiantly.

"Thank you very much," says the TA, turning to leave. "Ranger?"

Nods to Blossom. "Officer." Rubs Baby's head.

"Bye!" chirps Blossom.

They leave and Blossom heads into the laundry room. "Let's see what we've got."

Baby leans against her shoulder.

"May I put you in the sink?"

Baby sags, faces the counter.

"In you go," cheers Blossom, nestling the Baby burrito in the sink.

Baby puddles miserably.

"Now, where would I find soap..." Blossom scans the shelves. "Soap, soap, soap--aha!" Pulls down a couple bottles. "Would you like lavender or chamomile?"

Baby looks between the two, slowly, settles on chamomile.

"Yellow it is!" Blossom returns the lavender soap to its home. "How would you like to be out of those icky clothes?"

Baby sorta shrugs.

Blossom crouches into eye-level. "May I get you changed?"

Baby sighs, nods.

"Thank you," smiles Blossom. Straightens, carefully unwraps the blanket.

Young child puke. Looovely.

Baby shudders.

"Doesn't smell good /at /all." Blossom agrees, balling up the blanket and pitching it down the laundry chute. She twists open the soap squeezes it around a bit. "There." Grins. "A little perfume-y."

Baby looks down at the mess, wibbles a bit.

.

"Wow," remarks Blossom, pulling off the second t-shirt. "You have a /lot of layers."

[Baby slumps.

Next comes a cotton dress, and then an undershirt, a pair of leggings, and a pair of tights.

"Diaper time!" Blossom cheers softly.

Tab, tab, an arm under Baby's shoulder, and diaper away!

And it occurs to Blossom Baby is in the sink where the water's going to go.

"Huh." Ponders the faucet. "This's a problem. Don't want to burn your bum." Maybe the faucet moves...?

It does!]
Defensible

""I'm getting complaints from all over this wing,"" scolds an authoritative person. ""/**What** is going on here?""

Someone replies.

Authority enters.

"There are far too many people in this room; this is a delivery, not a circus. Anyone not directly involved with this child, leave."

No one moves.

Authority rounds on the Shatterdome staff. "Those are not hospital colours. Who are you and why are you here?"

The blonde steels herself. "Doctor Caitlin Lightcap, head of PPDC Drift Science and these are my—"

"What does that have to do with childbirth?"

"We're monitoring brain—"

"You /**aren't**," snarls Charlie, "and you won't."

The blonde smiles indulgently/exasperatedly. "Mrs Darling—"

"I will let us both die before I let you lay a hand on my baby," growls Charlie.

"You heard them," says Authority. "Out."

The blonde appeals, "Director—"

"This person is a patient at my hospital. They are under my care, and I am obligated to respect their wishes. Leave, or I'll have security escort you off the premises."

The Shatterdome staff slink from the room.

The door closes.

Authority says to the orderly, "Get security up here. I want someone on this door at all times."

"If I may, ma'am," says the orderly, "the VIP suite is more defensible."

"Defensible? Like this is a battle?"

"It feels like that," Ella says dryly.

"Then I suppose we're going to the VIP suite," says Authority. "Get the paperwork started, please."

"Who are you?" demands Charlie.

"Of course, my apologies. I'm Matalina Hoffman, she-her-hers, the director of this hospital. You are …?"

"Cha—rg!"

"Charlie and Ella Darling, cousins. My husband's downstairs."

"When we get you settled, I'll have someone escort you to get him."

"Thank you."
Drive

Jamie's phone chirps.

**blocked:** Best I can tell, Major Harry is a toy drop bear.

**jaywalker:** how'm I supposed to "know more" from a stuffed animal?!

But Wei doesn't reply.

\*\*\*

Jamie yawns, moves the papers around on his desk.

"It's a hard drive," says Wei.

Jamie shrieks, jumps, whacks his desk.

Wei catches the pencil holder by the rim with a tissue, returns the cup to the desk and the tissue to a pocket.

"How d'ye—what're ye—"

"Why /**wouldn't** I be in Australia?"

"Because ye were in Hong Kong, like, a day ago!"

Wei just smiles.

Jamie huffs, straightens the pencil holder. "What's this about a hard drive?"

"Major Harry was smuggling one in his back." Wei places a hard drive-shaped knit pouch on Jamie's desk. "Here's your clone."

"/**My** clone?"

"One for you, one for me, and the original stays with the Major."

"Don't you already have all this?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Uh, yea, I would."

Wei almost laughs, turns away. "Have a nice evening, Mr Walker."
"/**Thanks**, Wei."
Meltdown

As the tide of hair and makeup people ebbs and flows, storm clouds gather around Baby.

During one such quieter moment, Book asks the remaining artist (fighting with Baby's ringlets), "May I have juice, please?"

"Sure thing, sweetie." The artist struts out, smoothing Book's hair on the way.

And then Book and Baby are alone.

Book hops from the big twirly chair, closes the door, and pushes the chair under the door handle.

Baby exhales.

The artist tries the door.

"Didn't teach them that," says Charlie, turning a page in her book.

"Of course," sneers [some minder].

"Book?"

"Because getting out the door in the morning isn't hard enough."

"Book, honey, open the door, please," pleads the artist.

""No!""

"/**Did** teach them that."

Jackson beams.

"Can you ...?" asks the artist.

"Sure." Charlie [glides] to her feet.

Charlie's hairdresser squeaks.

"Thought you didn't negotiate with terrors," Jackson calls to the minder.

The minder scowls.
Nate Safe for Work

## Quick (ANSK-compliant)

With a gasp, Meadow fills her lungs with air thick with heat and the scent of gum trees and she slumps back against Scott's chest.

Nate pulls away, looks up with concern from between her legs.

"S-sorry," Meadow whispers, blushing. "I couldn't—"

"'s'okay, love." Scott threads his fingers through Meadow's. "We can try again later when you're feeling better."

Nate sits back on her heels.

Meadow twists around almost nose-to-nose with him. "'m feeling better than fine, Handsome. I just came too quick."

"Really? But she—"

Nate laughs.

"What's so funny?" pouts Meadow, turning back.

"Apparently my high opinion of my own skill isn't quite high enough." Nate leans in, purrs, "One. single. touch." Captures Meadow's lips in a kiss.

Meadow sighs when she breaks off. "I feel spoiled."

"That's what we're here for," says Scott. "This weekend is all about you." Nuzzles her nape.

"So what'll we do with the half-hour between now and when I'm ready to go again?"

Nate smirks. "Oh, sweetie, don't you worry. I have /**plenty** of ideas."

.

From: NSFW prompt generator

Setting: Western AU - eh, they're west of Sydney, somewhere bush-y

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Trope: Pornstars - with their reps, Nate and Scott basically qualify

Prompt: Getaways (romantic weekends; tropical vacations; ski chalets)

Kink: Coming quickly (premature ejaculation or knee-jerk reflex response)