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| summary = | | summary = (Part of [[TP-Prometheus|Prometheus TP]].) | ||
| gamedate = 2014-01-18 | | gamedate = 2014-01-18 | ||
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| location = Tennessee | | location = Tennessee | ||
| categories = Vignette, Lucien, Prometheus | | categories = Vignette, Lucien, Prometheus, Mutants, Inner Circle | ||
| log = It's just so many bodies. People always ask him how he keeps at it but after a while, you know, you just stop thinking about it much any more. After a while, it's just bodies. Just bodies. Men's bodies, women's bodies, it doesn't make much difference. | | log = It's just so many bodies. People always ask him how he keeps at it but after a while, you know, you just stop thinking about it much any more. After a while, it's just bodies. Just bodies. Men's bodies, women's bodies, it doesn't make much difference. | ||
Latest revision as of 05:46, 20 January 2014
| Vignette - Bodies | |
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| Dramatis Personae | |
| In Absentia
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2014-01-18 (Part of Prometheus TP.) |
| Location
Tennessee | |
It's just so many bodies. People always ask him how he keeps at it but after a while, you know, you just stop thinking about it much any more. After a while, it's just bodies. Just bodies. Men's bodies, women's bodies, it doesn't make much difference. The tech explains this earnestly, looking up at Lucien from behind black-rimmed glasses, wide-eyed, almost desperate to be understood. Absolved. Perhaps forgiven, now that he is coming clean. /Helping/. Lucien nods, the small twitch of understanding at the corner of his mouth grim, here. Flesh on flesh, skin on skin. His fingers are tracing slowly against ribs, a slow trickle of calm leaking from his touch. It's a chill grey day in Tennessee but in this motel room it feels dank and muggy, in the manner of cheap motel rooms. Even through the calm the body beneath his fingers is trembling. Whose wouldn't be. The calm he projects he doesn't feel. Flesh doesn't keep, and he needs to be on the road. The tech is back to talking again. Quick and jittery, calm breaking. The words wash over Lucien like so much noise; he cuts it off with a kiss. After all, he needs to get back on the road. After a while, you just stop thinking about it much any more. It's just so many bodies. | |
