Ryan was careful to ignore the looks of some of his recruits as the pirate followed him back to his office. The stares weren’t impolite, just…incredulous. The sight was strange, to be sure, but in the Agency, strange sights were to be expected.
Hook, for his part, said nothing to exacerbate the situation – he made no flourishes with his sword towards the recruits, nor any piratical comments.
Ryan looked to his office door. There had been a knock. His HUD told him it was Stef outside – and she had knocked, instead of shifting in – a sign to be a little worried for her. She went through strange cycles of this – on good days, she would shift straight in, on days when she felt less good about herself – and therefore feeling undeserving of his affection – she would loiter in the hall outside his office, or insist on knocking.
He had insisted, gently but often, that she was always welcome.
The journey to the hospital wing of the Lost’s “Agency” – this particular location bore the name of “Sunmote Gardens” – was the same as the trip to Hook’s office, a mix of the almost familiar, overlaid with bright colours, simple magic, and a sense of fun that the corporate atmosphere that the Agency soundly eschewed.
Shifting was a near-instantaneous transport – there was maybe a second or two as you disappeared where you were still aware of the place you were leaving, and less than a second to recognise something about the place you had teleported into.
Travelling by mirror had the world go rainbow at the edges, then transport you even more quickly than a shift.
Whichever way they were travelling now was a world away from either of those disappear-reappear options.
Hook walked them forward, each step taking them past ghostly echoes of buildings, each step taking them far further than the distance traversed by their feet.
Stef leaned against the railing that prevented idiots from falling into the river. Beside her, Alfie munched on their traditional morning doughnut – a staple of their routine whenever Alfie did the mail run with her.
It was snowing.
Stef blinked, unable to reconcile the information.
Light flakes fell in front of her eyes, drifting lazily down to form a fresh coat of powder on the-
Stef winced as her hair was pulled back into a bun. Getting her hair ready for ballet was so different than getting ready to go shopping – shopping hair was this relaxed, serene experience where it was just all about her mother loving Stephanie. Ballet, on the other hand, was about her mother pushing Stephanie, challenging Stephanie, and wanting her to be better. Continue reading “05 – Starlight”
Stef opened her eyes, and saw Curt. ‘Hm?’
He passed her a glass of water. ‘Drink up, you look terrible.’ Continue reading “58 – Lost, Becalmed and Stolen”
‘Don’t forget your crown.’
That’s the second time he’s said that, Spyder, he’s very politely trying to get your attention.
And I’m very impolitely ignoring him.
Do you want him to ground you? Continue reading “49 – The Lost and The Mad”
[Come see me before the meeting?]
Stef put a hand out to stop Curt from opening the door to the conference room, turned her hand and grabbed his shirt, then shifted them both to Ryan’s office.
‘You rang?’ she said, giving a less-than-convincing impression of Lurch.
‘I just wanted to warn you,’ Ryan said as he rose from behind his desk, ‘and to ask your forgiveness.’ Continue reading “47 – Reputations”