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[sadavang]

Oh, it hadn't quite dawned on her how much she missed people cowering in fear at just the sight of her, and it warmed something in her cold heart as she watched this young man shudder before her. A brow flicking briefly upward at his stutter was the only outward appearance of her amusement, satisfaction at his almost painful pressing into the table at his side hinted at as well as she stepped past him. "As you should be." The words were spoken not with any sort of hardness, just the sort of tonal flatness that one spoke facts with.

Hitting the little bell on the counter with such a sharp tap that the tone of it's ring lingered in the quiet space around them, followed by an impatient second tap before she turned back to her present company. "A piece of advice from me to you... don't neglect small pleasures. You never know when you won't have the chance again." Work, hm? Whispers around were that one of the new men was a scientist, and if this was him, what could his work be? Interesting, and maybe information that would be not only useful... but valuable.

"Work, hm?" Despite her commanding exterior, a slightly more easy going expression slipped over her mask, not enough to be a jarring change but something more subtle. "Work hm? Must be important to be still working on it with everything going on..." Pausing to greet Charlie who appeared from the back, she asked for a coffee and then returned her attention to her target, leaning on the counter as she waited. "Still best to keep your wits about your surroundings. From what I've heard, things can go bad fast around here."

he  blinks  wide  brown  eyes  up  at  her  almost  dubiously  ,  mouth  forming  a  small  ‘o’  ;  for  a  moment  ,  sev  looks  far  more  like  a  quivering  rabbit  frozen  at  the  mercy  of  a  particularly  cunning  fox  ,  one  that  seemed  to  have  no  particular  qualm  with  toying  with  its  prey  before  sinking  its  fangs  in  ,  than  a  boy  interrupted.  something  about  this  woman  is  both  startlingly  imposing  and  particularly  commanding  ;  sev’s  seen  people  like  her  before  ,  the  kind  of  person  who  could  wield  authority  like  a  weapon.  “  a-ah  ,  right  …  “  he  curses  himself  for  the  awkward  stutter  that  catches  on  his  words  ,  brows  pinching  together  and  his  lips  wobbling  into  a  small  frown.  he  stares  down  into  his  coffee  ,  watching  the  ripple  working  its  way  through  the  surface  of  the  deep  ,  brown  liquid  ;  maybe  if  he  keeps  his  head  bowed  she  won’t  scruff  him  by  the  neck  and  toss  him  to  the  crawlers.  

“  i  wasn’t  trying  to  be  in  your  way  ,  sorry  …”  he  scoots  his  thin  frame  to  the  side  in  hopes  of  giving  this  stranger  the  leeway  to  fetch  her  own  mug  of  coffee  ,  his  own  hands  curling  a  bit  more  protectively  around  his  cup.  sev  holds  it  closer  to  his  chest  ,  allowing  the  warmth  of  his  beverage  to  leach  through  his  sweater  and  into  the  skin  of  his  chest.  it’s  enough  to  keep  him  grounded  ,  enough  to  give  him  just  enough  confidence  to  lift  his  head  enough  to  peer  up  at  the  woman.  sev  chews  the  inside  of  his  cheek  in  thought  ,  head  tilting  ever  so  slightly  to  the  side.  “  the  coffee  is  pretty  good  ,  yeah  ,  “  he  agrees  meekly.  “  though  ,  i  guess  if  i’m  being  honest  ,  i  was  barely  even  thinking  about  how  it  tastes  …  “  he  looks  almost  sheepish  as  he  totes  the  mug  into  one  hand  ,  his  free  one  now  lifting  to  rub  at  the  back  of  his  neck.  “  i  needed  a  little  caffeine  boost  to  get  through  some  of  the  work  i  have  left  to  do  …  “

[kangdaedefector]

CLOSED ft. @biohqzards | #901 , their penthouse | early december , late in the night

dark hues swept of the open shared space of their new apartment , giving a healthy once over to approve all of the cleaning that he'd been doing over the last several days. it hadn't been filthy by any means , but the dust that builds up in an unoccupied space is something no one can help , & he'd been a little fuckin' manic about making the space meet his standard of livable. though , sev hadn't seemed to give one damn. had set up his suitcase laptop & all his science shit all over what was meant to be a dining room table without a care for any mess or balled up pieces of trash that might have found their way onto it's surface. kang wasn't bothered by it , it's not like the'd be sitting to have a proper meal any time in the forseeable future , so what did he care ? as long as yeon was able to do his thing , he was content. he crossed the room to sit in one of the two chairs by the table , freshly scrubbed down & no longer slightly sticky against his the skin that stuck out of the muscle shirt he wore. his tone was curious , blonde locks shifting as he tilted his head at the numbers on the screen , " what ya workin' on ? i know when we left camp you were still tryin' ta... " he pauses , trying to remember the gargin , " isolate ? some parts of the virus sequence ? did ya finish that or nah ? " he didn't really understand it , & didn't to pretend to - but he at least tried to show that he'd been listening. their new relationship was tense at best , & awkward when neither of them could figure out what to say. a lifetime of memories put to the side while they navigated whatever... this thing that they were all but forced into was. kang tried to sigh in that moment , & instead just put his energy into looking interested , showing sev that he was engaged & ready for him to info dump his science shit onto his military grunt built brain.

[rhianwells]

👄 + Sev

@biohqzards

"I don't know Sev that well yet, we only talked once. But if everything I've learned is true, then I believe there is hope for us all, and I'm not just talking about research. There are many smart people out there but the optimism and kindness I sensed when I talked to Sev... Now that's something you can't fake or learn. That's the true strength."

[pxtitxrosx]

Though the diner was open twenty four hours these days, most of which Charlie found herself spending here, she still took a few hours to sleep when the diner was watched by a night owl volunteer. But, after so many years of the same routine, her body woke itself at four am nearly on the dot as it did every day. With a shower both brief and cold, she'd pulled on her uniform and prepared for her day in a manner starkly similar now as it had been before the world outside the building had fallen apart. Standing there, staring at herself in the mirror as she fixed her hair into a simple twist and fastened it in place with a large clip, it stuck once more just how absurdly little the change in the cities circumstances had affected her daily routine. That only brought flashes of those moments when reality had forced it's way in, and in the end she'd pushed it all away as she was so practiced at doing and just... continued with her day.

Last years large warm yellow travel mug with it's silicone lid and matching reusable straw, held in one hand, and her fluffy matching sweater over her uniform made it feel like any other day. Until it wasn't. There, standing in the middle of her second home was a new face, and considering the hub that the place had become, being out of the loop caught her off guard. Jumping when he did, just as surprised as he found him, she offered him a smile both apologetic and relieved. "Oh no it's okay. I'm Charlie, I work here." Setting down her bag and her mug, she reached over to yank some napkins from the holder to bring over in an attempt to help blot away any coffee before it stained. "I'm so sorry I scared you. To be honest, you gave me a little jump scare of my own, are you sure you're alright. That looked hot."

𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 ... 𝙲://𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚂_𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁.𝙴𝚇𝙴 ( 𝟭𝟮-𝟬𝟲-𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝟬𝟰:𝟮𝟴 )

the  diner  is  quiet  ,  only  the  subtle  hum  of  the  lights  running  overhead  on  the  back-up  generator’s  power  filling  the  sill  air  ;  witching  hours  always  held  a  fragile  beauty  to  them  despite  the  fact  that  so  few  sane  humans  willingly  chose  to  stay  awake  through  them  –  and  though  sev’s  running  on  three  hours  of  sleep  (  if  he’s  being  generous  )  ,  he  finds  himself  puttering  about  the  empty  diner  with  his  hands  cupping  a  large  mug  of  piping-hot  coffee.  the  oversized-sleeves  of  his  sweaters  cover  his  hands  ,  providing  him  his  palms  with  an  extra  layer  of  protection  from  the  scalding  heat  leaching  through  the  porcelain  of  his  mug.  he  sighs  ,  raising  it  to  his  lips  before  quietly  nestling  himself  into  one  of  the  booths  towards  the  back  ,  head  bowed  and  the  rim  of  his  cup  resting  at  his  lower  lip.  he  takes  a  slow  sip  ,  savoring  the  bitter  flavor  as  it  settles  over  his  tongue.  the  instant  coffee  he  had  managed  to  scrounge  from  the  wexley  wasn’t  necessarily  good  by  any  means  –  but  desperate  times  called  for  desperate  measures.  he’s  lost  in  his  thoughts  ,  brows  pinched  and  lips  twisted  into  a  wobbly  frown  ,  as  he  slowly  nurses  the  watery  ,  overly-caffeinated  beverage.   sev  mumbles  under  his  breath  ,  a  string  of  non-cohesive  figures  and  disjointed  musings  ,  when  the  sensation  of  a  hand  tapping  at  his  shoulder  forces  him  to  jolt.  he  exhales  an  undignified  sound  caught  somewhere  between  a  yelp  and  a  squeak  ,  hands  shaking  enough  that  some  of  the  coffee  in  his  mug  sloshes  past  the  rip.  he  winces  ,  the  hot  liquid  seeping  through  his  sweater-paws  and  burning  the  skin  on  his  spindly  fingers  –  but  he  pays  no  mind  ,  gingerly  setting  the  cup  onto  the  table  with  a  sour  expression.  “  ack  –  sorry  ,  i  didn’t  hear  you  …  i  didn’t  realize  anyone  else  was  awake  at  this  hour  ! "

[sadavang]

After gladly sleeping her quarantine time away, Sada was finally making her way down to the diner for a fresh cup of hot coffee, not even having a pot in her own suite as she'd never made her own. Before it was for lack of resources, but over time it was from a lack of need. The best coffee in the city was served right there in The Wexley, a point of pride for her, though she had nothing do with it but living there. The long trek down to The Atrium from the tenth floor was welcome, letting her stretch long shapely legs as her brain kicked fully on and she could mull over the little catch up report one of her paid 'spies' had slipped beneath her door after learning of her return. It was good to see that some people were still holding onto the value of money. Seemed hope in the world returning to as it once was held strong in some people. Probably the Rose girl, for sure.

Pausing at the entrance to the lobby when she spotted an unfamiliar face that could only be one of their newest arrivals, Sada studied him for a moment as he made his way around the space. Realizing he was lost in his own Beautiful Mind world of mumbling to himself, she made her way over to gentle tap at his shoulder, her amusement at his reaction hidden by a well placed and maintained mask of unaffected boredom. "It's fine. I'm sure these days people don't care much about time of day." Besides to come to the diner for the scheduled rationed meals three times a day. "I was trying to say that you're blocking the path to the counter. Unlike yourself, I'm not quite fortunate enough to have a cup of coffee in my hand. You, though, found the good luck of finding shelter where there's not only coffee, but easily the best coffee in New York even more it fell."

𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 ... 𝙲://𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚂_𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁.𝙴𝚇𝙴 ( 𝟭𝟮-𝟬𝟲-𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝟬𝟰:𝟮𝟴 )

the  diner  is  quiet  ,  only  the  subtle  hum  of  the  lights  running  overhead  on  the  back-up  generator’s  power  filling  the  sill  air  ;  witching  hours  always  held  a  fragile  beauty  to  them  despite  the  fact  that  so  few  sane  humans  willingly  chose  to  stay  awake  through  them  –  and  though  sev’s  running  on  three  hours  of  sleep  (  if  he’s  being  generous  )  ,  he  finds  himself  puttering  about  the  empty  diner  with  his  hands  cupping  a  large  mug  of  piping-hot  coffee.  the  oversized-sleeves  of  his  sweaters  cover  his  hands  ,  providing  him  his  palms  with  an  extra  layer  of  protection  from  the  scalding  heat  leaching  through  the  porcelain  of  his  mug.  he  sighs  ,  raising  it  to  his  lips  before  quietly  nestling  himself  into  one  of  the  booths  towards  the  back  ,  head  bowed  and  the  rim  of  his  cup  resting  at  his  lower  lip.  he  takes  a  slow  sip  ,  savoring  the  bitter  flavor  as  it  settles  over  his  tongue.  the  instant  coffee  he  had  managed  to  scrounge  from  the  wexley  wasn’t  necessarily  good  by  any  means  –  but  desperate  times  called  for  desperate  measures.  he’s  lost  in  his  thoughts  ,  brows  pinched  and  lips  twisted  into  a  wobbly  frown  ,  as  he  slowly  nurses  the  watery  ,  overly-caffeinated  beverage.   sev  mumbles  under  his  breath  ,  a  string  of  non-cohesive  figures  and  disjointed  musings  ,  when  the  sensation  of  a  hand  tapping  at  his  shoulder  forces  him  to  jolt.  he  exhales  an  undignified  sound  caught  somewhere  between  a  yelp  and  a  squeak  ,  hands  shaking  enough  that  some  of  the  coffee  in  his  mug  sloshes  past  the  rip.  he  winces  ,  the  hot  liquid  seeping  through  his  sweater-paws  and  burning  the  skin  on  his  spindly  fingers  –  but  he  pays  no  mind  ,  gingerly  setting  the  cup  onto  the  table  with  a  sour  expression.  “  ack  –  sorry  ,  i  didn’t  hear  you  …  i  didn’t  realize  anyone  else  was  awake  at  this  hour  ! "