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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random and Ramon enter together, each bearing decidedly odd burdens. Random settles into a booth, dropping various branches and bags and a camera case onto the table in front of him.

Odds are, if you know him, he has something for you.

He's tanned, and relaxed, and looking pretty bloody happy with the situation in general.

Come ask him how his trip went. He'll be pleased to tell you.

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[namo]

From his booth, Námo sees them. He hesitates for a moment, but he decides to tempt fate, so to speak.

Slowly he approaches, looking at the odds and ends on the table, and then raises his eyes to Random.

"Did you enjoy yourself, meldir?"

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"I did."


He gestures at the seat across from him, if Namo can make it in past the eucalyptus branch.

"What happened while I was gone?"

It may be rather pointed.

It may not.

[namo]

He slips into the seat, careful of the branch.

"Not much. I upset Hel during Halloween, Gorlim finally told me about Andres, I was able to try oral sex, and I have a proposition before me from a werewolf who is willing to let me try to test if I can create sexual pleasure through the mind."

He still does not meet Random's eyes.

Perhaps he had answered the Amberite's question.

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"As interesting as all that sounds, we're both too old to pretend with eachother."

Which is a total lie, because he pretends daily with people older than he is, but it's pretty, all the same.

"So?"

[namo]

"There was a need to create a constant mental bond," he begins. "There are times when he is so lost and he cries out for help, but no one can hear him."

He raises his eyes.

"Now someone can."

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"But your original problem was caused by your sharing of minds. How is this going to be less of a problem?"

He lights a cigarette, offering one across the table, with a small glance.

[namo]

He holds up a hand, declining.

"It is not going to be less of a problem. Melkor and I ... already discussed that. While my mind has been somewhat restored, it is not as it was. There are fractures, moments where I lose lucidity. They will become worse and more frequent over time. I cannot help it. It can be repaired if I returned to my Halls. But two things prevent me from going: I would fear losing who I am to the coldness and ... I have bound myself to Gorlim. In more ways than just this mental bond."

He sighs.

"But I could not stand for him to be so alone and to injure himself further, and so I did what I thought best."

When did things become so complicated?

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Well, if it hurts him, it'll be on your head."

He shrugs, and digs into his bag.

"Brought him a gift back, in here somewhere."

[namo]

"As are every action I take with the Man on my head, Random."

He smiles.

"Thus far I am been able to keep my thoughts from seeping into his. I warned him that it was unstable, but he spoke of love being both ways and how it would be wrong for him not to offer strength when mine fails."

A pause.

"He is truly a poet."

He looks over the table at the bag.

"I am sure he will be most pleased that you thought of him."

[randomsbastard.livejournal.com]

"Hi, dad. Go well?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Martin!" He waves at the seat across from him, a bright smile on his face. "It absolutely did. Got you your trees. All of 'em."

[randomsbastard.livejournal.com]

"You did?"

He looks more closely, then slides in across from Random,

"You did! Wonderful! Thank you!"

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"Hey, no problem. Cigarette?"

He offers the pack across the table.

"As it turns out, we were heading to South America anyways. Something about a panther. Weird thing. But I remembered, and figured I'd make the most of it."

[randomsbastard.livejournal.com]

"Thanks."

Martin, in turn, offers fire. Mmm. Fire.

"A panther. Any particular reason for the panther? I'm glad you did, though. These are going to make me a far happier Martin."

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He laughs, and is definitely pleased with the fire, because who wouldn't be?

"He won't tell me. It's made for a boatload of awkward, though. Cause those things aren't light. He's hauling it about the bar with him right now. Your trees, though. Planting them in the green house?"

[randomsbastard.livejournal.com]

"Potting them. I'm going to see if I can train the coco and...koala...trees to be bonsai. The coffee one I know you can, and I'm giving it to Kitty."

A contemplative smoke,

"I'm afraid to ask but, let me know what the cat is for when you find out?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Of course."

He nods earnestly.

"He said 'nothing bad' but Christ, knowing him..."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Random's stuff is intriguing. But anyone carrying around a lot of stuff is likely to attract Gorlim's attention. This is special because it's RANDOM! Who is instantly pounced by an enthusiastic Gorlim.

"HALLO! You're back!"

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The requisite 'oof' of collision, and he's pulled into a hug.

"I am indeed. How've you been? Done anything interesting? Want your present?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Been, done, all the same, all the usual. Told Namo about our dear Castillan, got myself soulbound to him." Pause. "I can undo it whenever I like, he taught me how, so don't worry." Another pounce, leaning on Random's shoulders. "You have something for me?" GRIN.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"For you."

A large conch shell is dropped into his hands.

"For Ellie."

A packet of flower seeds, something exotic and Columbian. He didn't pay much attention- doesn't know a thing about gardens.

"And for Kelly."

A small stuffed Koala.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He BEAMS and tackles Random in a bear hug. "Oh, this is fantastic! Ellie will love that. And this THING!" He picks up the koala, laughing. "I've never seen a beast like it! And THIS..." He actually sits down, which is a mercy because it cuts the danger of a casualty in half. He lifts the shell into his hands and inspects it closely. "This is beautiful." He traces the horns and runs his fingers along the smooth inside. "What is it?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random sets him forcibly down in the seat, and rolls his eyes.

"Breathe, Gorlim. The stuffy is a Koala, they're native to Australia, I'll show you photos. Your thing is a seashell. Creatures grow them as homes beneath the ocean- an elaborate snail, if you will."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Ooooooh." He stares at the shell. "That is a treasure indeed! I have never seen a seashell before. I thought they would be..." He pauses. "I don't know what I thought they would be. Never this. This is lovely." He slides his fingers into it, past where he can see. "It curls all 'round like a snail's shell, too! But it looks like a tower on a palace. These must be proud creatures to live in such homes. Thank you, Random. It IS lovely."

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"Thought you might like it."

He gives him a proud, smug smile. He'd found it himself.

"And I can't wait to see Kelly again. It's been weeks, on my end."