12.27.3013: Coming Home Again
Summary: Lincoln helps Rook bring her new books home from training.
Date: 28 October 2013
Related: None.
Ithaca Lincoln 

Ithaca's Apartment — Blue District, The Ring
The door of this musty, basement apartment bears several chains across the spanalong with multiple locks, electronic and mundane. Inside it is almost empty, Spartan to an extreme. There's just one, windowless, main room serving as the entire living space, and a small bathroom. The bedroom consists of a mattress on the floor in one corner. The kitchen is nothing but a counter with a small sink, microwave, mini fridge/freezer, hot plate, and electric crockpot

Along one wall rests a small tattered loveseat and a coffee table which looks to be an old trunk of some sort. The rest of the space is taken up by computer equipment, resting on scratched up Plexiglas sheets propped on rusted old filing cabinets, stools, chairs, anything that could be used to support the flat surfaces. The walls are plastered with page upon page of code and mathematical calculations.

27 December 3013

Rook has been gone for three weeks. LucCorp sent her for some seriously deep Hermetic training after word of her use of Psychometry during the datacube retrieval got back to the higher ups. She's been in formal training before, as a kid, but this was beyond what she was accustomed to. She seems fine, if a little tired. She called Lincoln to retrieve her from the Waygate and help her carry her books back to her apartment, with the offer that he can also cook as she finished the stove before she left. She taps in her codes to open the door and then drops a box of books on the floor nearby.

Lincoln came, as soon as he could and lugged as much of the books and bags as she'd let him. He didn't get a chance to grocery shop, so he told her he'd run out after dropping the stuff off. He'll not push on what she was doing, but the worry on his face is apparent. He'll give her a look up and down, making sure she doesn't look worse than before. "Do you want anything particular to eat?"

Rook ponders the question as she takes one of the boxes from him and sets it on her coffee table/steamer chest. She opens it and begins to pull out books to set on her shelves above the computers. They all seem to involve Hermeticism and Psychometry. "Chicken?" she asks. She's only ever had the microwave nuggets that are likely not even real chicken.

Lincoln watches the books, a bit of a strange look on his face, as they go up on the shelf. "Ok….I can do chicken. Is there a veggie you prefer?" cause, he's making a damn veggie. He'll turn back and give her a grin, "I'm going to assume you didn't pick up any pans, right?" Linc's not being mean though, just making sure before he uses all his free cash.

Rook grunts. "Forgot about pans," she admits. The vegetable question seems to have her stumped. "Your choice." She probably can't even name three real veggies. Unless tomato sauce on pizza counts as a vegetable.

Lincoln nods, "It's cool. I can pick up a cheap set, no prob." He'll give her another grin, setting down the rest of the stuff. "You get unpacked, I'll go shopping." He doesn't give her much time to argue, as he makes his way to the door. Another small glance to the books and he'll leave.

There are texts on Alchemy and Thaumaturgy, and all sorts of Mathematics as well. Rook gives him a little smile at his words, and when he returns she's gotten all the books put away and changed into comfortable sweatpants and a tank top.

Lincoln returns about an hour later with a large back and a box with a handle that has a set of pots and pans. it's not a top of the line, but it won't give her metal poisoning from cooking in them. He'll step in, Smiling brightly, "Got it! They even had a sale!" He'll take the few steps over tot eh kitchen area setting both the bag and box down. "All set and comfy now?" He seems genuinely happy that she's back home.

"Yes," Rook replies. She plucks up the box, but not with her hands. Her eye gloss over white, and one of her hermetic tattoos glows as she telekinetically delivers the box over to the kitchen. "Had some lessons. Stronger now. More in control."

Lincoln laughs, "Show off." He doesn't seem to be bothered buy the use of power. "Stronger is good. More control is good." Linc sets the bag down and starts unpacking, it's chicken breasts and breading and oil. a few other spices that he hadn't already left there, a bag of rolls. A few different cans of veggies…"Do you have a can opener? Utility knife?"

Rook nods and she rummages in a drawer for a can opener, handing it over. "Use it to open those damned plastic packages." The ones that are child and adult and pet proof and come with cool electronics inside, sure to incite rage by the time one gets the stupid hard plastic off.

Lincoln just blinks, shaking his head at his sister, "Well…it's something." He'll take the can opener and set it on the table. He'll start unpacking the pans, setting them into the sink to wash before he uses them. The chicken is a four pack. He'll just cook them all, she can eat the rest tomorrow. "So…can you talk about what you did, or is it cloak and dagger?" There's a tough of annoyance in his voice, but it doesn't necessarily directed at her, more like maybe he's been hit with a lot of that type of thing lately.

Rook laughs a little. "Awakened training. Sent me when I was a kid. Sent me back because I'm off the Red Eye. Stronger, focused. Train deeper, more control." She helps out by washing the pots and pans iin the sink.

Lincoln nods, "Cool. I bet it's different, huh? Like trying to do something that you've always been bound up before." Linc's not awakened, he really has no idea. He'll start prepping the chicken, he's just going to be simple and fry it. The spices are pulled though, he glances, but doesn't even read the labels, just going my the color. "Oh..There's a tube of cookie dough….throw that in the fridge when you're done washing, could ya?"

"Like walking in fog for years, then having it clear up suddenly," Rook says quietly, by way of explanation. She dries the last pot and plucks up the cookie dough tube, sniffing at it, and smelling nothing but plastic. She puts it in the fridge though. "You? Been busy?"

Lincoln smiles, happy with the explanation his sister gives. "Eh…had an uppity client. Hit me with a lamp. Broke his nose." Linc shrugs as he works on the food. "Went on a date, thought he liked me, but then he asked me what my rates were." He'll shrug again, "It's not like I expected anything, just kinda sucked, is all."

Rook isn't great at comforting, but she learned a bit when she was with Nitrim. She squeezes her brother's shoulder and murmurs, "Sorry. Gimme mail addresses. Sign them up for all the spam ever."

Lincoln snorts, "it's fine. Now I know, is all. He's still wanting to go out, so…whatever." A small smirk, "Now, if he expect freebies, after asking…then I'll give you his addy."

"Hard. Liking someone when you know they will be with others because of who they are," Rook murmurs. It's poignant for her, because that is what happened to her with Nitrim. There was always eventually going to be a wife who would have to take precedence to her.

Lincoln nods, "Yeah…I guess I kinda suck, huh?" He'll not look up and focus on the food, moving to open up a can of green beans. Nothing too fancy. "You got beer?" He didn't think to grab any.

"Always," Rook notes with a small smile. This dinner thing is becoming a nice tradition.

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