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RR Fic:The Party

September 1942.The Legion has disbanded, and Stas now has Dex's backing to start his Air Freight company. He's hunted down everyone he can from The Legion and invited them to an evening at the base, to explain what the company's about and try and persuade them to join.

The Setup:
The party takes place in the Officers club at the base. Characters arrive, maybe not knowing what to expect. This is a chance for them to mingle, greet old friends and meet new ones.

The Rules:
Like A Night Out, this storyline is completely open ended. lasergirl explained it better there, so I'll save time and quote her:

Everyone should/will write a short fic introducing their character to the story. From there, it gets even more fun! Everyone can jump into someone else's posting and involve themselves in that situation. There's no constrictions to how many situations your character can get involved in. You should try to keep all pertinent events and replies in the same response thread, i.e. no dragging a plot across to a different situation/thread.

Most importantly, have fun!

New co-mod, drellakowalski

((lasergirl, if there's anything I've forgotten gimme a poke, okay!))


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Mar. 10th, 2005 05:46 pm (UTC)
It took Jack a while to get out of the car after he'd dropped Gail at the door. He swung behind the main offices and stuck the Dodge between a hefty Cadillac and a lamp post, switched off the ignition and just sat there.

He didn't want to go inside. As much as Gail had pleaded with him, made him wear his best (and only) suit, promised him that yes, it would be great to see all of his friends again, he still had reservations.

After a few minutes, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel, enough that he cound disentangle himself from the driver's seat and slide out the side. He leaned one hip against the hood of the car as he patted himself down, looking in vain for the cigarettes that were at home on his dresser. Well, damn. That would have been something, any excuse to stand outside in the frosty autumn air, staring out at a darkened expanse of asphalt runways and dead planes.

Six months as a civilian... and not a thing to show for it except the new suit and a bunch of rejection slips saying exactly why Jack wasn't fit to do whatever it was he was asking about.

It was eerie, seeing the base shut down like this, with canvas tarps drawn over decrepit fighters, hangar doors locked and chained... it looked the way Jack felt, musty and mothballed and dislocated from anything familiar.
Mar. 10th, 2005 05:55 pm (UTC)
One of the shadows that clung to the edge of the building detached itself and moved lithely closer to the parked car. Wolfe's eyes glittered in the dusk as he came up behind the car and neared the driver-side window, looking at the car's occupant.

"Lieutenant Haley," he said, his voice raspy as though he hadn't spoken in a while. "All the wild things are coming out to play, I see."

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, eyes travelling from the car up to the old buildings.
Mar. 10th, 2005 06:18 pm (UTC)
"Oh, sure," Jack sighed, digging his hands into empty pockets, "Wild night so far. Really looking forward to it." Maybe if he said that enough times he'd actually start to believe it. "You wouldn't happen to have a cigarette handy, would you?"

They'd worked together - been part of the Legion together - but Jack still wasn't sure what he thought of Wolfe. He took some getting used to, that was for sure.
Mar. 10th, 2005 06:25 pm (UTC)
"I might happen to have such," Wolfe echoed, pulling out a pack from his jeans pocket. He tossed the pack to Comet and followed it up with a book of matches, then returned his gaze to the building.

"So many ghosts.... Airman Velik has called us, but going inside will bring back the past. Is this desirable?" he muttered, and it was unclear who his words were directed at.
Mar. 10th, 2005 06:39 pm (UTC)
Jack took the least broken cigarette in the packet and tapped it against his thumbnail. "So you've got second thoughts too, do you?" He bent his head briefly, snapping the paper match into flame and fanning it out just as quickly. The little ember on the end of his cigarette glowed orange. "How'd he get you back anyway, Wolfe? Threaten and cajole you? You don't have a wife he can bribe, either."
Mar. 10th, 2005 06:41 pm (UTC)
"I have accepted nothing, yet," Wolfe said absently, eyes never leaving the building. "It is all prospectus. Undecided paths."

He cocked his head to one side as if thinking about Jack's words. "Airman Velik bribed your... wife? With what?"
Mar. 10th, 2005 07:22 pm (UTC)
"Funny you should ask," Jack chuckled, trailing off into a smoky cough. "I'm not entirely sure, myself. You ever feel like something's not quite... there for you yet? Like there should be something more that you're just not getting? I don't know."

He sighed and ran one hand along the car's arched hood. The suit made him feel out of place, and the collar itched, and he was sure it would be hot and sticky inside, and anyways if Stas wanted to talk to him he could just talk to Gail the same way he'd been doing for the past three weeks.

"Maybe I'm just not getting it."
Mar. 10th, 2005 07:30 pm (UTC)
Wolfe gave serious consideration to Comet's question. Like there should be something more that you're just not getting?

"No," he said after duly thinking about it. "Too much is given, always. But you feel... lost? I know that."
Mar. 10th, 2005 07:43 pm (UTC)
"Lost..." Jack trailed the word out on his tongue, savouring the texture of it. "Maybe that's it. Maybe more like... marooned. Felt like this when I went to Albion but there was a whole lot more to distract me then."

He paced a few steps in the lamplight's pool, clumsy and halting, scuffing his polished shoes in the gravel.

"'Course on Albion no one let me wax poetic like this," he shrugged. "Feel free to tell me to shut up."

The cigarette was nearly gone, and Jack dropped it to the ground and ground it under his heel. With no further excuses, he'd have to join the party.
Mar. 11th, 2005 05:33 am (UTC)
Jeffrey got out of the taxi in front of the building. He could see people heading inside, dressed in evening clothes. He wasn't nervous, he said to himself. He didn't believe himself, though. It was a little bit hard to argue when his nerves seemed to have a life of their own and to jangle when he moved.

"Come on," he said, too softly for anyone to hear. "It's not that bad." He started to walk nearer to the building, the light looking quite welcoming, really. He smiled, shyly, at the shouted greetings of a few pilots. He didn't see anyone he knew well, so he made his way to the bar and ordered a gin. The first sip, as always, was like fire, but he felt a little more relaxed. He decided to prop up the bar for a while, he was sure people would come there, and he'd never been one to mingle if people would come to him.
Mar. 11th, 2005 12:39 pm (UTC)
Well, it wasn't as bad as he'd thought: the room was a little busy, but not overly crowded. Not too hot, not too cold. Jack scanned the clusters of people to see if there were familiar faces... but the former officer's club bar caught his eye. Almost perfect.

He made his way through the knots of people talking and laughing, until he'd managed to belly up to the bar. The bartender (an old flight mechanic Jack knew from the numerous dents and scratches of active service) gave him a grin and a scotch and soda, and moved off.

Jack glanced down the line of the bar and saw a familiar face at the end, as far away from the rest of the party as possible. So great minds did think alike! He sauntered over, nudging the fellow with one elbow.

"No one ask you to dance yet, Jeff?" He asked with a grin.
Mar. 23rd, 2005 03:53 am (UTC)
Stas felt a lot happier and the butterflies in his stomach had begun to dissapear. True, he didn't know about anyone else yet, but if Comet was in that was definitly something.

He made his way up to the bar and bought another beer. Spotting Jeffrey Sinclair, who he had not seen arrive, Stas made his way over and sat at his table!

"Hey Jeff! Long time no see!"
Mar. 23rd, 2005 03:58 am (UTC)
"Stas, hello, how are you?" Jeffrey asked, standing to shake Stas's hand. "Is Julia with you?" he continued, because he hadn't seen the lovely woman around, but that didn't mean she wasn't off somewhere talking.

He sat down again. "Please, join me."
Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:01 am (UTC)
"She's around somewhere" Stas grinned "You know she's ... helping me out with this thing" His voice dipped to a whisper "With money"

He swigged his beer "So what have you been doing with yourself since we broke up. Been back to England?"
Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:06 am (UTC)
"Unfortunately, money is the thing we always need," Jeff nodded. "Nice to know she's helping out though." He admitted to himself that he was surprised. Julia seemed the type who was only out for one person. Julia. But impressions could be deceiving.

"Yes, I did go back for a while," Jeff said. "It's...not the same."
Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:13 am (UTC)
Stas remembered his mixed impressions of that country.

"How was it not the same?" he asked. I always thought tou might join the RAF when you'd finished with us"
Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:18 am (UTC)
"It was...more stifling," Jeffrey said softly. "I used to feel free there. But when I went home...it was like a veil had fallen over my memories and they were hazier, as if they had happened longer ago. Like I was someone else. The Legion changed me. I think for the good," he added. He thought more. "I think I grew up in the Legion. Left being a boy behind forever."
Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:23 am (UTC)
Stas was silent for a moment after this little speech, thinking.

"Sam said the same thing" He finally said "I stayed with him in his home town after we broke up. I think I'd probably feel the same in Moravia if I ever went back. Can't anyway, the whole place is in turmoil"

He sighed. Then he went in for the kill.

"So, are you going to join us?" he asked, as brightly as he could.
Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:33 am (UTC)
"I'd like to," Jeff said. "And I really can't think of a reason not to, so yes." He grinned. "Almost like old times, only maybe a little less dangerous. Sometimes, anyway."

"So," Jeff hesitated. "Is Sam coming back too? I haven't seen him tonight but you know me, hibernating as far away from the crowd as possible without being impolite."
Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:39 am (UTC)
Stas grinned, and wrung his hand unnesesarily "Great! As mechanic or pilot or both? Yeah, Sam's around here somewhere. Comet's in and Dex is in which means hopefully we've got Joe as well. We've got a few planes too but they're a mixed bunch Dex hung onto. We're getting a couple of old bombers soon too. You can help us refit!"

He finished his beer, and leaped up excitedly "I'll buy you a drink, what do you want?"
Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:41 am (UTC)
"I thought I'd sign up to do whatever was needed. Pilot for the times we're all needed or if I can bring a special skill, mechanic for when that's what's needed. It's usually good to be able to do two things. And I can also help with money a little, though not as much as Julia," he added. "And another scotch and soda, please."
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