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[Over the past few days, York's been trying to keep calm. Kat's name had disappeared from the room she and Noble-Six had shared, and he's scoured the floors at least three or four times and made several filtered entries to her. Wash was being unresponsive as well--his nameplate was still there, thank God--but even York couldn't pick the lock. So today he's pounding on the door in the third floor hallway. Naturally, he doesn't seem to notice or care that his journal has opened.]

God dammit Wash, open up or I'll break the damn door down!

[UNSC filter, sans Maine]

Please tell me you're all still here. We're down at least two, maybe three.

[/UNSC]

[Doctors]

Uh, you guys are still here, right? Please say you are. [Even if you're Muppets.]

[/Doctors]

((ooc: Open in person or over the journal. Probably not the best time for kissing unless you're one of the predetermined ones who will punch York in the face for trying.))

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[It hadn't been meant as an accusing tone, but whether or not it came off as such is something Carolina still needs work on lol. Well, his words confirm more than a few of those questions circling around in her mind. Being respected and admired is the biggest sticking point for her, but being called beautiful doesn't hurt either.

She pauses only a moment, not wanting him to assume the worst about her reaction. While continuing to think, she presses a kiss to his cheek, again not wanting him to assume that she's super pissed off. Confused, yes, pissed off, no. With all the words in what she thinks is the right place, she replies more fully.]

The team's safety and the job come first. You're on that team, York, and... [Oh words. Oh feelings. What even.] Going further would change things. This can't happen again.

[Sure, she could talk for hours about changing one dynamic could affect the whole team, but hell, she's a little selfish in not wanting so much change all at once. After all, she'd only been in the Castle for a month (which she still had problems considering real), learned that if she ever returns home she'll lose her position, her sanity, and team, and altogether, it's a lot to take in. A lot of change to take in for someone who really doesn't like change. A relationship would only add to that.

That and keeping him guessing is not something she wants to do; she'll make it clear from the get-go. ]

Edited 2011-12-07 17:12 (UTC)

[The second kiss--and the fact that she hasn't scrambled away--is a big relief to him, really. He's under no impression that she couldn't have just decked him in the jaw for kissing her without the aid of magic.

And she didn't outright say that she didn't want this, after all. he can absolutely understand wanting to wait until things are more settled first - that was the whole idea behind him threatening Wash not to tell her about her own future, after all. These things take time.

He's willing to wait, if time is what she wants. He nods slowly.]

Can't happen now? Or can't happen ever?

Edited 2011-12-07 17:28 (UTC)

[Well, that's the big question, isn't it? On one hand, Carolina doesn't want to lead York on in any way. She wants things to be clear, so there's no confusion down the line as to how much time is needed and how long is considered "enough" to settle. So, on that hand, the answer is obvious: this can't happen ever. But, there's still the whole matter of her feelings. She wants something more, not some fairytale relationship because yeah that's definitely not her thing. Instead, she wants something more along the lines of an intimate partnership, having someone she can always count on to be there, to put her first, and to be willing to go the distance. She wants that connection, not a lovey-dovey romance that has to be broadcast everywhere.

And she knows that they already have the foundation laid out for a relationship of her preferred type. Then there's the whole issue of the team and if a relationship that could possibly leak over into her and York's professional relationship; there's no guarantee it won't happen. Hell, Wash had already pinned her on the matter once. And, again, there's the issue of change.

So, she literally doesn't know what to tell York, if anything. The only viable option, she's realizing, is to be open and honest about her feelings and to tell him about her concerns, which is way more open than she's been with pretty much anyone. Ever. She lets out a breath and sits back a little, reaching for her beer.]

I don't know. Professionally, there's reasons that this should never happen, period. [No sugar coating.] Wash... when he first mentioned you were dead, he implied that he knew that... [This feelings stuff is weird and she doesn't like it.] I have feelings for you. We already have a firm foundation and if handled properly, then, personally, there's no reason not to.

Edited 2011-12-07 17:48 (UTC)

[He bites his lip until she gets to "I have feelings for you"--and there's no hiding the light in his eyes at that. Not being much of a liar himself, York does appreciate her honesty and candor. Now he knows he should watch what he's saying here very carefully, but it's hard when all he wants to do is grab one of those fairies and shake it over her.

He leans back, then, and nods.]

That's a lot better than "this can't happen". The tricky part is handling it properly.

Do you have any bright ideas for that? Or is that too lucky?

When are we ever lucky, York? [Carolina raises an amused eyebrow at him as she takes a drink of her beer.

As weird as it was opening up and actually acknowledging those personal feelings, it's oddly liberating to have all their cards laid out on the table. No secret aces to play, no hidden agendas or missing names on the roster. There aren't any big unknowns.]

Castle does hate me, [and his grin here is a little pained] so I guess I'll have to settle for being lucky enough that you're here at all.

[He takes another quick drink from his beer.]

Does kidnapping the fairies count as handling it properly? [lol he knows the answer is no]

[Yeah that proposition earns a kick from her. Carolina doesn't like the faeries, even if they helped bring about a better understanding. She'd rather do things on her pace than have some magic interfering.]

No. It doesn't.

Ow!

[But hey, it helps keep things chilled out, and he's always liked to have that role.]

Well, I figured it was worth a shot.

You know. If you ever want to. Again.

You could just ask, you know.

[But oho she's getting to her feet and moving toward the fireplace to go put more wood in the dimming flame (even though the Castle definitely heats itself). She likes having the fire there, after all.]

...Well.

[But why you get up though?? Well, he appreciates the fire, anyway.

--And all of it, as he looks around again (casting a stern glance at the giggling fairies, who retreat to the other end of the room).]

When you're ready, I'll ask.

[When the wood catches and the fire starts burning brighter, Carolina straightens and turns back to face him, one hip cocked.]

I can deal with that. [Unless those faeries start doing what they do best again. She, too, is casting a glare over at the giggles coming from the other side of the room.]

More shots or bed?

Edited 2011-12-08 03:28 (UTC)

That depends. How much am I allowed to ask for?

[Another question he's pretty sure is doomed to failure, but, well, he has to ask. She's the one who brought up bed, after all.]

You're on the couch tonight and you can drink as much as you can hold. [Challenging? Maybe just a little. ] This won't become a habit.

[She's referring to both the staying on her couch and drinking like a fish (if he chooses that option). ]

Shots, then.

[The grin is tainted with that bit of mock disappointment she knows so well. It's a far cry from the bitter disappointment he had earlier, so whether it's the drink, the environment, or (most likely) the combination of all three, it certainly seems to be working.]

--And thanks for all of this, Carolina.

[Carolina's starting to really see the difference between the two expressions and just looks mildly amused as she pads back over to the couch and plops herself down next to him.]

Hey, if it works then it works.

[She pours out two shots of whiskey, holding one out for him.]

[He takes it, raising it up in a toast gesture.]

To enjoying what we have, and remembering the ones we lost.

[Carolina nods as she clinks her shot glass against his.]

To enjoying what we have, and remembering the ones we lost.

[And takes the shot.]

[He takes his as well, and yeah, he's definitely starting to feel warm and fuzzy now.]

Just glad you guys didn't all leave me. You better stay.

[She can see some of that fuzzy and smirks, incredibly amused by the fact that she can apparently drink more than him. The statement makes her cock her head to the side for a moment. She probably shouldn't tell him that she's still having problems from time to time thinking this place is real and that the Director could be testing her through a simulation.]

As long as the Castle will have me.

[It doesn't help that he's been through the emotional wringer today and that he wants to pass out and forget it all (preferably in her room, but on her couch is damn close).

Before too long, he's leaning on her and nodding in sleepiness.]

[Oh hey there drunk York. Carolina frees one arm to pat the top of his head.]

That's a good enough sign that it's time to sleep.

[She shifts under his weight, planning to get up.]

[Nope nope, York snuggles up closer to her and, to all appearances, falls instantly asleep.

Most comfortable pillow.]

York. [Wait, wait, wait. Did he just fall asleep? On her?] York?

[Carolina pauses, staring at him for a couple moments. Eh. She'll let him sleep. So, she'll just reach down for that blanket to try and cover him up. Then, what would have been his pillow goes on the arm of the couch and she lays her head down on it before setting a hand on his chest so, if he wakes up sometime during the night, he'll know she's still there.

Well. Hopefully she'll hear her alarm clock from here.]

[Winnnnn.

He'll leave while she's in the shower or something in the morning, but he'll leave a single blue winter rose for her on the table. (And then go back to his own room and sleep off the rest of the hangover.)]

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