realityshifted | [Experiment start] Wise, found favor in heaven / And I at your side

[Misaki and Hei are in the Astral kitchen. Or rather, Hei is in the kitchen making an elaborate breakfast of stuffed french toast, and Misaki sits at a servicable table reading the paper. Sort of. The paper itself is a projection a la cyberglasses; every so often she taps the left-hand stem of her glasses and turns the page. She looks older; her hair is straightened and gathered loosely at the nape of her neck. She's wearing a black dress uniform with a four-sun symbol on each shoulder. Her glasses are square and black.] Kanami said she could pick Xin up today, so don't worry about that--I won't be home until later, but tell her I'll come in to say goodnight.

[Hei nods, smiling a little.] No worries. I'll need to spend a few extra hours in the restaurant later to observe the new chef, but I'll be back well before her bedtime.

All right. [She taps her glasses again and the newspaper vanishes.] I should get going.

[He looks over his shoulder at her.] Ah? You can't leave without having breakfast.

[She hesitates, then settles back down.] I guess it can't really hurt.

[Grins and then steps forward to kiss her on the cheek.] Of course it can't. Anyway, you skip breakfast too often lately. They're driving you too hard.

[She laughs, turning to kiss him back.] Comes with the position. I manage.

[Kisses her a moment longer before pulling back so he can flip the toast out onto plates.]I was thinking, we should take the girls and do something nice this weekend.

[Raised eyebrow] What did you have in mind?

Picnic by the river, maybe? If we're out late enough we can set up the scope.

Mmm. That sounds nice. [She rubs her eyes under the glasses.] We should.

[Smiles and passes her a plate of stuffed French toast.]

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[little smile] I suppose not.

[smiles] Brilliant. Now! What was this about renewing your vows?

Five year anniversary. It seemed like... the right time, I suppose.

Mm, what sort of wedding? I happen to know Venusian weddings are lovely. They're also only a minute long, which might be why I'm not too bad with them.

[chuckle] A Western-style wedding, more or less. We... were missing a lot of the trappings at the time. It was a little bit rushed.

Ah, well, those can be nice. There's cake! Are you writing your own vows? I remember that was quite popular.

We didn't the first time. Like I said, it... was a bit rushed. But this time--this time we were going to.

Proper wedding, can't blame you for that. Who else is coming?

Sam, of course. [Frown] I hope Ikki, Donna. Mu and Angela. Gene, possibly, though god knows if he will. Everyone we know here, really. Except the obvious. [Doesn't name names]

[*cough*Masters*cough*]

[It's okay, the Doctor somehow has enough common sense to not drag his boyfriend as his date to Misaki and Hei's wedding. It's crazy.]

Gene, that would be...interesting.

[snort] It would certainly be that. I almost dread the thought of him coming.

At least you don't have to hire any entertainment. I'm sure all your guests will create their own.

If entertainers could even find a place with no address and no intersection with the world as we know it. [She gets up to fetch a drink and a slight twitch of pain flickering across her face, a fractional paling of her skin. She shakes her head, shakes it off, and moves to open up the fridge.] Would you like something to drink?

Oh, sure. Is there lemonade? [but he noticed that and tilts his head slightly] Everything all right?

As a matter of fact, there is. [Hauls the pitcher out, determined to keep suddenly weak hands from shaking] I'm fine.

[stops leaning on the counter and puts himself on guard] You're sure?

[Sets the pitcher down next to him and takes a moment to catch her breath while trying not to look like she's doing just that.] Really, it's nothing. Just a little dizziness. I wonder where the cups are today?

[Lalala, hunting for cups]

What sort of dizziness? I'm not exactly a doctor but I know a few things.

Just not sleeping enough, probably. Really. Don't worry about it.

[Aha, cup found! She starts to straighten up from her crouch next to the counter's cupboards, then falters again and the glass slips through her fingers. Misaki skips back as it smashes to pieces and skates out around her feet.] Dammit.

[he frowns and touches her arm] Misaki.

[...sigh] Yes?

Tell me, please.

[She'd braced herself for badgering, refusal, and more badgering. The quiet request throws her off guard. A moment of silence, and then, in the tone of someone who knows the next move is a checkmate--]

Is there a broom here somewhere?