multiversallogs | closed :: don't you wonder when the earth will go

Who: Sebastian LeMat and a cast of thousands.
What: A whole lot of meeting up over coffee, tea, lunch, etc.
Where: All around town - Sobek Croix and Howl Barrow, mainly.
When: At various points throughout the week.
Notes: Organization plurk is here and a Podder mix is here.

For Martha:

As promised, Sebastian and Velcro are waiting outside the Italian tavern on Damgate and both look happy, enjoying the cold air and a spot of people watching. Now that his identity is a little more open and Martha seems to have heard something of his past from the Professor, he's unsure how well this lunch will go, but he doesn't want it to be said that he didn't put forth a minimum of effort to be civil and welcoming.

For Tonks and Hermione:

Rationally, Sebastian knew that keeping his involvement with Shada's cult as a private matter wouldn't suit Tonks and certainly wouldn't be enough to appease Hermione. He was afraid that no matter what his assurances were, they'd take a dim view of the way in which he'd sought to resort his magic and while they may not be exactly the people he once knew, their approval mattered to him.

While those concerns remain in the back of his mind as a problem to be dealt with in the future, he is currently more interested in finding the pie shop that he'd promised to meet Hermione and Tonks at. One of the other staff at Hellsing suggested The Pie In The Sky -- two story bakery and café located in the heart of Howl Barrow, just beyond Royal Jewels, but if you've hit the weird health food shop, you've gone too far.

For Jones:

It had been weighing on him for a time -- would it be wiser to explain the full terms of his arrangement to Jones before or after he confessed his interest in her. In the end, he was selfish and choose to tell her about his feelings first, making sure that she cared enough in return to hear him out. Wisely, or perhaps too cautiously, he hasn't yet mentioned their relationship to his friends in the even that she decides to now reject him.

To that end, Sebastian has invited her over to his flat for dinner and warned her that he's a poor cook, but can manage a few, simple things - omelets among them.

For Princess Nuala:

If you are feeling up to some company, I would like to speak you to, your Highness.

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"I'd thought of staying in alien town I knew, but I suppose if I had to wear a bubble all the time, I might've not been quite so enthusiastic." If given the chance to return, Sebastian would still visit, but he wouldn't be quite as keen to stay. There's too much to do back in London and, for the interim, in Baedal.

"The city you were in before you came here, yeah?" Martha was just making certain of it before she took another bite of her pizza. "What was it like?" A part of her wondered if it was cut off like Baedal was or if it was a place that people could get to with the assistance of a TARDIS.

"No, Bete Noire was very much like Earth." A version as seen through a glass darkly, but still recognizably human-built and oriented. "I remember that someone else described it as 'if Los Angeles took a wrong turn into an even seedier neighbourhood'."

"Beyond having the good fortune to be introduced to the Malfoys, I can't say that it was a city that treated me kindly."

Martha nodded, and she imagined Los Angeles as she'd last seen it, minus the statues of Saxon. It provided a compelling image for how she saw the city that Sebastian had been in. Of course she didn't know if it matched up, and she was loathe to ask.

"The Malfoys, are they from your timeline?"

"No, they're both dead in my world," he says with some strange, weighty emotion colouring his voice. "Not to mention the ones here are about twenty years younger than the Malfoys I was acquainted with."

There's a hesitation before he uses the term 'acquainted with', almost as if he was going to use a more violent phrase instead.

Martha wondered about the weighty emotion, because she couldn't not. She knew of how in the end family had been far more important than anything else, and she wondered if in Sebastian's world that lesson had come far sooner than the final battle for Hogwarts.

She wants to ask the question, and it hovers on the tip of her tongue for a moment before Martha can't dampen it down. However, it only comes out as one question, which is an improvement. "Acquainted with?"

Sebastian takes his time composing his reply. After putting his cutlery aside and taking a drink of water, he calmly answers her: "I killed Lucius Malfoy to spare him a long and messy torture session. If I had not gone to his aid, his son would've attempted it and died, leaving my colleagues and I without a doctor. Narcissa did not long outlive her husband."

There is a coolness to Sebastian's tone that almost dares her to judge him and implies that he has not distanced himself from his actions, rather he remains firmly set in the belief that he did the correct thing.

Martha listened, and she just set her fork down when he mentioned it. She looked concerned for him, and horrified, but there was no judgment in her expression. She couldn't judge someone for having done what he needed to do in those circumstances. Leaving someone in pain wasn't something she would have done either, and it was odd to think that what she would do was something in common with Draco Malfoy.

After a second, Martha's fingers flexed to reach over and touch him, but here in Baedal she was learning not to do it. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up painful memories." She hadn't at all.

"You don't need to apologize to me for my own actions." Sebastian doesn't recoil from her touch, but he isn't about to take comfort from it either. "I've been told I have a talent for doing the necessary thing; which I did then, and which I will do now by apologizing for my own poor behaviour and leaving you to your meal. If you'll excuse me."

Provided she doesn't stop him, Sebastian will find their waiter, pay for both meals, and leave.

"Sebastian, wait." Martha frowned when he started to get up. She didn't think it was bad behavior at all; at least on his part. "I'm sorry, for my bad behavior."

Martha hadn't wanted to make him angry, and she definitely was worried that she thought that she was judging him. "I'm a doctor, I know how hard those decisions can be and more than that," her voice lowered, because this wasn't something that she normally spoke about with anyone. "I know how it can be when everything's destroyed and people are counting on you to save everything." And she meant everything, that much was certain from her tone. "I know what kind of decisions you need to make then."

Clearly frustrated, Sebastian runs his hands through his hair before retaking his seat and gesturing for Velcro to sit as well.

"I said it when we first arrived here and now that we've spoken a little, I'll ask again: what do you want? What is it that you're expecting to gain from talking to me?" Fundamentally, he understands and relates to strangers on a transactional basis. Perhaps Martha wants to know him to better understand her own husband's life or she might still be in the mindset of one who needs to rehabilitate those who have made 'the wrong choices', or something else entirely. While Sebastian can accept that she may be able to empathize with him and may have a stated interest in being friends for the sake of friendship, but he doesn't know or trust her enough to believe that's the whole of it.

The optimistic, bright part of Martha that still hasn't been worn away by dealing with cynicism and how dark life had been flinched a bit when he started talking about gaining. For a moment, she really doesn't know what to say in response to that. "I want to be your friend, Sebastain. That's all I ever wanted."

She paused before she added, "I want friends. I need friends. I've not had this few friends in years. It's never been this hard for me to make friends before. I mean, with people here. Not just you." Which said something about the situation, or life here or both.

"Here's what we're going to do: I am going to go pay for lunch, walk out of here, and then we'll meet at work, sometimes talk, maybe about nothing, and we'll see if we can't manage to be acquaintances before we're friends. What do you say to that?" While Sebastian may wield his ugly history as a weapon, he doesn't trust people easily. It's fair to say that he appreciates Martha's situation, but that he is not compelled to shoehorn a new friendship into his life.

For a moment, Martha isn't certain what to say. She isn't certain what she can say. So instead she just nods, deciding that arguing with him about paying the check would be an effort in futility. In the end, all she could do was sigh, smile thinly and offer "alright" as a response.

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