multiversallogs | gifts from the heart, AWWWW.

Who: Rex Lewis, Ana Lewis, Odessa Wander, open to all
What: Rex has some going-away drinks after quitting his nursing gig and gifts his sister with a weapon.
Where: A low-key bar in Mog Hill and Ana's home in Syriac Well.
When: A few days after St. Kelley's.
Notes: I'll be tossing up two threads for Ana and Odessa, but if your character wants to run into Rex/has business with him and his engineering workshop ~~which may or may not take weapons contracts~~, feel free to start a new thread. It can be anywhere/anytime, I'm flexible and can make up reasons for Rex about.
Warnings: N/A

Rex should never have been taken from the Barge. Certainly, he'd been making progress. He'd learned that mind control was, perhaps, not the best way to get things done (if only because it had ways of backfiring, and then he was left with the consequences), and that he couldn't always take care of a problem through blowing it up. He could even function in society (unlike many of the other inmates), put on a polite face and work a legal job out of the shadows, come home to a partner (who he didn't even feel the urge to dominate. Progress.) and a cat, of all things. Rex Lewis with a cat. How... normal.

But he wasn't ready to return to society. Rex could be... functional, but he hadn't been rehabilitated. For months, he'd been coasting along, but without any supervision, the slide back into old habits was simply inevitable. First, he began drafting up designs for Baedal-compatible weapons. Just as an intellectual exercise. Then, well, he might as well build a model or two. Just to see if he could. And now that he had a few successful (if less sophisticated than he was accustomed to) prototypes of pulse pistols under his belt, it would only be a matter of time before he decided to take his little operation to the next level.

Now, if only he could figure out how to begin production of his nanomites again. The limitations of this world were nothing short of infuriating.

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"It does, doesn't it?" It's so good to have somebody who thinks like him. He lifts his glass and takes a sip through the little stirrer that's now doubling as a straw. "It calls to mind something... timeless." He rolls his eyes up towards the ceiling, as if drawing inspiration from above. "Legendary."

But that's not nearly as great as an alliterative snake name. He brings his gaze down, meeting Odessa's eyes, and his mouth quirks into a brief, crooked grin. "Cobra Capital? I like that." He raises his glass and tips it to her in kudos. Vodka threatens to spill out, but he straightens it out before it does. "It's catchy." Naturally, the guy who used to call himself Cobra Commander would think that. "A shame that a lot of people would be put off by snakes. I suppose I'll have to dress it up a little. Ophis Industries."

Rex takes a drink and shrugs. "Anyway. That's assuming the contracts will keep coming in at their current pace. I'd hate to get ahead of myself."

Lies, he always likes to get ahead of himself.

Odessa traces circles and curly-cues absently on the table's surface while Rex talks. He draws a smile from her when he invokes the word legendary. She matches his gaze, a glint of something between mirth and mischief there. And when he nearly spills his vodka, she exhales a breath of laughter.

"Regardless," she assures, "I think you're on to something. And there's nothing wrong with looking to the future, eh?" The green concoction is sipped through her straw and seems to draw a wider smile. "And I'd say you've got a bright one ahead of you. This place, Baedal? It's not so bad, really. Fresh beginnings and all. I think it's a blessing."

Fresh beginnings. Rex lets out a soft chuckle. How many of those has he had now? Far too many, although good things have certainly come from them. His work at MARS, for starters. His experiments on the Barge, studying the special abilities of others. Meeting Iago, Wichita... Hm. Baedal could certainly bring as many opportunities as his other "fresh beginnings."

However, he's more interested in Odessa's choice of words right now. Rex leans closer, like they're about to talk conspiracies, and grins teasingly. "Only if your old life's worth leaving behind. Was yours?"

Odessa's fucked up her fair share of fresh beginnings, though she'd argue until she's blue in the face that she never stood a chance and there was nothing fresh about it. So when he asks her, was her old life worth leaving behind, she doesn't quite lose her smile, but it instead gains a bittersweet sort of quality. "Oh yes. Definitely. I can't think of anything I would go back for."

Not even the people she's claimed to love.

Rex tilts his head and hums quietly, considering his own answer. Was there anything worth going home for? His lab, his projects, his power. His cobras.

But that's about it. Ana's the only person from home who matters, and she's here now, so...

"I can think of a few things. But things are so easily replaceable," he remarks. People, too, for the most part, but he decides to keep that comment to himself. "As long as I have a chance to do science, I'm happy."

She'd agree with that comment if he decided to voice it. They're a similar kind of terrible in that respect. "See, that's how I see things, too. Back home, I wasn't always left to my research, either. This place? It has some distinct advantages."

And besides all that, Odessa suspects she isn't nearly as important to the people who are important to her. Cutting ties and letting go may be the best thing for her. "I'm much happier here than I ever was in New York." She grins and cuts that space between them just a little more. "Company's better, too."

gifts from the heart, AWWWW.

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