AU: Trinity Universe/FreakAngels crossover: First date

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OOC: Takes place not too terribly long after this thread.

After certain events at the Chicago harbor there had been considerable amusement within the Æon Society over the pairing up of Annabelle Newfield and Connor. (Whitley Styles had won the betting pool, despite Jake's claim that he cheated.)

As for the reactions of the other FreakAngels to the news, well, who knows?

There was a furious spate of trouble starting the very next day, of course. All of the Society's founders have been run ragged for the last few weeks. For the moment though, things are quiet. (Or at least, if things ARE going crazy somewhere, someone else is handling the problem.)

Annabelle and Jake got back in town at some ungodly hour this morning, whereupon she fell asleep on one of the couches near the fireplace. (Jake is probably off somewhere regaling a pretty woman or two with tales of said adventure, because that's what he does.)

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"Sounds good to me," Annabelle replies with a nod.

Once the static line drops, the sound of a crowded city rushes back in. Annabelle is quite fast on her feat, and moving toward the young man at a good clip.

He's more than a little stunned, so she hauls him to his feet. (She's stronger than she looks, what can we say?) "Come on kiddo, we need to get you and the little one out of the road."

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"And fast, the crowd will be rushing in to take a better look at this all. Come on." Connor is following close, adding a sense of urgency to his tone. "Over there and around the corner."

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Something in Connor's tone gets through to Thomas, who blinks a bit and moves to follow Annabelle, still carrying his little sister.

They make it around the corner and out of sight. The driver seems to have drawn the attention of the crowd, as he stumbles out of the vehicle unhurt.

Well, he WAS unhurt. One of the little old ladies in the crowd is smacking him about the head and neck with her purse and haranguing him in Italian.

Thomas takes a shuddering breath, and his muscles are trembling a bit. Now that the situation is over with and Casie is safe, his delayed panic attack is right on schedule....

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Connor does not like this, but... it's useful. "Calm down. All is well. We will help." Simple and to the point, he needs the young man not-freaking-out until help arrives.

Whitley Styles might not be a happy camper: even if it's done as gently as possible, having the events simply put into your thoughts like the most vivid description possible is a shock.

At least, it's very detailed.

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Possibly not. On the other hand, it is a hell of a lot faster than doing it the usual way. Once the initial mental flail and twitch is over with, Connor will pick up a mental affirmative that he'll be there ASAP and a sense of approval regarding their plan for dealing with things.

Thomas relaxes under the effects of the suggestion, although some objects in the area are still vibrating a little. He can't quite get words to form right now, all that's coming out is a kind of strangled noise.

Casie, meanwhile, is looking up at Connor. She's never seen eyes that color before, and she has little to no filter between her mouth and her brain. "Oh! Your eyes are so pretty!" she exclaims, surprised.

The familiar need to extricate his little sister from opening mouth and inserting foot helps bring Thomas back to himself. "Casie!" he exclaims, hoping to head off any further trouble at the pass.

Some men don't take the application of the word 'pretty' to their person terribly well, after all.

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"Thanks." Connor chuckles a bit. After the first contact, it's easy to keep in touch with Syles, so... "Come on, let's get moving?"

He actually offers a hand to the little girl. "I'm Connor."

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Casi takes the offered hand. "Hello, Connor, my name is Casi. "This is my older brother, Thomas." She leans forward to speak in what she thinks is a conspiratorial whisper. "Normally he only gets like this when he's talking to girls."

"Well, he's had one hell of a shock today, Casi," Annabelle interjects with a grin. "My name is Annabelle."

Thomas, coming out of the initial shock, just smiles sheepishly. "Nice to meet you both," he begins. His attempt at small talk gets derailed quickly though. "Do you...what HAPPENED back there?"

It can't have been what it looked like, right?

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"Long, complicated story." He beckons them to follow. "Better leave the explanations for someone who knows more about it?"

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Thomas follows, holding his sister's hand. (Mostly, he's following Connor because he doesn't know what else to do.)

"You saved me," Casie replies in answer to Thomas' question. "I don't know how you did it, but you did," she adds with a bright smile. He is the best big brother ever, clearly!

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Connor smiles to Annabelle; so far, so good.

He keeps walking, making small talk, waiting for Styles to reach them.

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Annabelle squeezes Connor's hand, smiling. He's good at this. It won't be more than a few minutes before Whitley Styles is on the scene.

He introduces himself and leads a still bewildered Thomas and an excited little girl off into a nearby cafe for a long and involved explanation. Their part in this is finally done.

"You did great," Annabelle says with a smile, kissing his cheek. It's getting quite late now, so it might be a good idea to head back and get some sleep. After all, they've got an exciting afternoon planned!

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First, there is the point that Connor will hold his girlfriend close, and give her a scandalous peck on the lips.

What? It's the 20's, they are teens and in public. "Things never get boring around here, do they?"

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Scandalous. Not that Annabelle gives a damn, mind you.

"Not generally, no," Annabelle says with a chuckle, enjoying being close. We Inspired tend to lead...interesting lives, whether we want to or not.

They don't have to look for trouble, it finds them.

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"So." He wraps arms around her, close. "I have a triple-interesting girlfriend."

A small grin shows. "How lucky am I?" Connor rests forehead to Annabelle's, just... being there close.

Scandalous!

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"Triple-interesting, hm?" she asks with a chuckle.

This is very nice, and Annabelle hums a bit in contentment. "You can't possibly be luckier than me," she teases.

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"I think I am." He looks into Annabelle's eyes. "I have you."

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"But I think we should get going: I can feel the dirty looks we're getting and some people seem to be about to say something nasty." And he had enough excitement for a day that was supposed to be filled with a romantic date only.

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There are people who would die of shock if they realized Annabelle could blush like that and actually look momentarily shy.

"Flatterer," she says with a grin.

She snorts at the mention of dirty looks. "They'll be in for a shock in a few weeks when it's swimming weather, then," she tells him with a wink. "Scandalous."

She's not disagreeing with him about going, though.

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Swimming.

Bathing Suits.

Connor... blushing, as his mind runs ahead.

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Annabelle looks a bit bemused at his blush and gently tugs him in the direction of the Society's headquarters.

Perhaps sadly, 1920s swimwear is not nearly as revealing as what he's used to. Annabelle shakes her head, "People getting all indignant about any skin showing above the knee and below the neck," she mutters with a roll of her eyes.

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Quietly. "Hm, soon people will be wearing much less."

"A lot less." Almost nothing.

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"Really?" Annabelle asks with a raised eyebrow. That might explain his blushing.

"I expect you'll be...disappointed, then," she adds with a faint blush of her own. If he's used to far more lenient dress, he's likely to find her own look a bit stodgy, surely?

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"I doubt that." He's still blushing. "It's more likely you'll be."

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Annabelle's still blushing a bit herself. "Oh, I won't be," she says with a shy smile. "I'm interested in YOU, any pretty wrapping paper on the present is just a bonus."

She winces a bit internally. Seriously, that was the analogy her brain came up with?

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Connor does not mind, smiling and squeezing Annabelle's hand.

He's also smart enough to not add comments for his own for now, just walking back to the headquarters with his girlfriend.

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Annabelle smiles back and squeezes his hand. They don't talk much on the way back, but they don't need to.

Miss McCallister, the brave soul who mans the Society's front desk most days, is only half visible behind a small mountain of baked goods. It would appear that the families of the people Connor saved are still sending thank you gifts in the form of food.