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THE WEEK OF THE TRIFFIDS |

It's Jazz who notices that things aren't as they should be, a fact which he'd certainly try to parade around if he could speak. As it happens, he spots something amiss as Fortescue is on a morning walk into the city. Movement snakes at the corner of his green eyes, and he shifts on Fortescue's shoulders to watch it. She pays no mind, humming a bit of The Magic Flute; he watches birds in the same manner.

But she absolutely notices when a section of vine suddenly extends from a planter and wraps around her ankle, yanking her off of her feet. Jazz leaps to safety, snarling and hissing, keeping his distance as he was trained to do.

Fortescue, meanwhile, grits her teeth and taps into her pyromancy. Flames dance along her skin, avoiding her skin but not the vines that are trying to drag her bodily into the planter for... whatever the vines are attached to. She isn't too certain.

"Oh, just get off," she manages. The vines make a whining sound -- how on Earth or any other world do plants make sounds? -- and retreat, but not before a section of one burns off. Fortescue doesn't get up immediately, watching with narrowed eyes. "...just where did you..."

The thought is abandoned as two more sections of plant life suddenly lurch out, one around her right wrist and one around her other ankle. Fortescue's yanked a few more feet along before she huffs out an angry, "All right then," and ignites all of her body. This time, though it hurts the vines the same, the plant seems just as angry and sends out as many vines as she can burn. A deeper noise starts coming out of the planter, something bigger wriggling forward -- something which looks like a person-sized, yellow bulb.

THE THINGS FROM ANOTHER WORLD |

When she isn't being grabbed by enthusiastic greenery, and when other people aren't, Fortescue can be found in the library looking at cookbooks. She's curious about other things she could make which would be feasible for a beginning cook, and the library does have a good selection. Jazz lounges in the sun on the floor, often right in the way of other readers. Some of her experiments are done in the temple's kitchen as well as her own, and when they turn out well she sets them out in offering to those who still bunk down in the temple. She's experimenting with various pasta dishes, slowly amping up the difficulty.

She can also be found in the temple training rooms ever so often, dressed simply and taking out any excessive energy on a punching bag. Everything about her form and stance indicates a seasoned fighter. Jazz curls on the shoulders of a training dummy, and purrs smugly at anyone who approaches it and needs to use it.

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Fortescue nods. It's part of the same reason she wants to cook for Luke. She's enjoyed the cooking that he's done for her, especially in the early days of their relationship when she'd spent the night over and he'd made her breakfast in the morning. She wants to give something back. And hopefully, that something won't taste too bad.

"That's lovely of you. I'm sure she's ever so relieved to have you back here, with her. It gets hard, staying here when people keep coming and going."

Though Beverly, herself, had recently come and gone -- and there had been a large amount of time spent back home. But she's sure that they've already spoken about... where they've both come from. Just part of the standard 'when are you from' Teleios welcome conversation.

She'd had plenty of them when she had come and gone, herself, months ago.

"Are you in Starfleet as well?"

"I'm just glad to be with her. Frankly, I don't miss home as much as I think I should." He chuckled, through his words had a streak of sorrow in them, just a little. "Back home, she was always the one who supported me, despite me being less than always the best son, or best Starfleet officer."

"I am. I'm an engineer on a Starship out on the frontier." Which was mostly what he wanted all his life. But then he was here, and now... he had no idea what he wanted.

"How long have you been here, in this place?"

There's an understanding quirk in Fortescue's smile when he says that he doesn't miss home as much as he thinks he should -- she knows all about that. She misses Cash, her sole remaining friend, but there's nothing else there for her. Imperium wants her head, figuratively speaking. Or perhaps literally now. If she's ever unfortunate enough to return, she'll find out which it is.

"Oh, it's been..." She has to think for a moment. "...almost two years, now. A few months shy of it. A while, give or take a few months when I was sent back home and then came back."

Which makes time more difficult to judge, for her. A while about covers it.

"This is quite different from where you were, then," she adds, with a soft chuckle.

"Wow. That's...wow." He grinned at her about that. "Do you like it here, at least?" He was curious.

Wesley nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Very much so. I feel like I've gone back in time, in a way, or landed on a planet not contacted by the Federation. Different culture, different people... it's fun! Only down side, next to nothing to put my actual skills to use on."

Fortescue nods, smiling back at him. "I do, thankfully. I imagine I'd feel differently if I had more to return to. But I've made plenty of friends here. A little family, if you will. And it's... not great that people come here and can't return to where they belong, and that children are punished by coming here alone. But it has good things, along with the bad."

As for what the future holds, who knows. She could return at any time. It's a danger that plagues her mind quite a bit, along with the worry that those she loves will suddenly disappear and she'll be stuck here on her own. But whatever happens, happens; it isn't as though they can do anything about it. Not even the Agents can... as long as they're being truthful about that.

"I'm sure you'll find something to occupy your time with," she adds. Beverly's mentioned Wesley's cleverness many times.

Wesley smiled. "Yeah, I'm still meeting people, but I like it too." He thought, then nodded.

"Maybe someday it will be different."

Then he nodded to the book and grinned. "Maybe I'll become a cook. Who knows? But I should get back to the house to try this recipe. Thank you again."

She chuckles. There are worse things to become, here in Teleios, but she's sure he'll find something that suits his interests a bit more. "Quite. I'll stop holding you up, now. Good luck! And say hello to your mum for me."

"Thank you, and I will!" Wesley nabbed his bag on the way and went to go, clutching the book in his arms and almost bouncing on his feet. This was awesome!

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