just call, we're all connected

[unbr8kable]

[It is a long, long sail to Hachijojima, but at almost 300 kilometers south of the Imperial Palace, it's one of the most remote places within the city limits, making it perfect for both urban exploration and other dubiously wise pursuits. Surely anticipation and boredom from the trip is the only reason for the frisson of nervous energy Nemesis can't shake even after an afternoon on what even in Hell TV form are gorgeous black sand beaches and lush, tropical greenery that verges on overgrowing the buildings of the port town.

That said, soon enough it's time to get to business, and after a dinner of fresh-caught fish and fruit to supplement the food they'd brought along, Hurricane and Nemesis begin setting things up.

The hotel they'd scoped out for the ceremony (thanks Yahell! Maps) was run down and abandoned even by Tokyo-F standards, its bubble-chic French Baroque architecture salt stained and half covered in vines and ferns and established greenery. Its sprawling beach patio opens straight to the sand and beyond that the ocean, though the promenade of graceful statues are now crumbling, and rather than cafe tables or lounge chairs, only moss and bioluminescent mushrooms venture over the once ornately tiled floor.

There is still plenty of space for candles and salt and whatever else one might need to do with the space, and Nemesis dumps her bag of supplies right there on one of the benches carved into the railing; turns to Hurricane beside her.]

Ready to summon an elder god?

Comments

[crossmyheartandhope]

For real. Didn't get to go swimming or nothing.

[unbr8kable]

Could try again, once we made sure stuff's okay.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah... yeah.

If we get back and everything's good - and, like. After we get all this other stuff sorted. Maybe - maybe then.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah...maybe.

[A pause]

...Guess we should head back.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah. We better get going.

[unbr8kable]

[Regardless it takes her a while to actually move, unconsciously huddling in closer as she looks from the dark of the sky to the dark of the sea to the bright Tokyo shoreline, far at the horizon]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shifts away, before he really wants to - gives her hand a final squeeze]

...c'mon. Let's do this.

[unbr8kable]

I'm coming, I'm coming.

[She can't squeeze back as tightly as she would, what with the bandages, but she keeps hold as long as he'll let her]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He doesn't seem in any hurry to let go - though probably to actually get into the submarine he'll have to relinquish his hold]

[unbr8kable]

[Lame. But once they're finally packed up and settled in the cramped quarters, she returns as close as he'll allow, sorry-not sorry]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He huddles in against her just as readily - takes her hand as he gets them going, this time narrating the steps so that she'll know what to do, if she ever needs to drive]

[unbr8kable]

[She mostly pays attention, at least enough to help out at any portion that he might need his left hand for anything]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Once they're underway, he settles in against her, keeping it on track and letting her take the controls at equal turns]

[unbr8kable]

[She does not crash them into a shark nor does she get them lost in the ocean so the road test goes pretty well. She follows directions and they make good time]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Not crashing into a shark is ideal, honestly]

[Still, it's a long trip, and he spends most of it leaning up against her]

[unbr8kable]

[Zero complaints there, and while she doesn't have much to say, she seems plenty happy to be curled close with him as they go]