Passage For Two


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Scene Title Passage For Two
Synopsis Elias is petitioned for travel and warned about impending possible doom again. They also muse about wishing things were how they were so long ago.
Date January 6, 2010

Old Lucy's - Upstairs

Though one might remember when a certain fiery woman lived here… Now the living area above Old Lucy's has changed hands. The open living room and kitchen are homey, a commingling of two people's tastes. The leather couch sits kitty corner to a one of red suede and a bit smaller. A large bird cage for it's budgie inhabitant takes up it's own corner beside dark paneled walls. Bookshelves with literary pieces of a variety both academic and not take up another small section.

The kitchen is large, with a rolling wood and black marble island to give more counter space to work on. Pots and pans hang from the roof and track lighting keeps it not gloomy. A proper oak dining table has been set up with matching chairs instead of the 70's castoff that the residents have been known to own and a bowl of fresh fruit sits in the center.

Down a hall lay's multiple doors. A master bedroom occupied by the oldest resident and occasionally have a pervading smell of whiskey and smoke coming from it when the door is open. A second door with a cross above it, a third with no marking that is occupied by the third resident of the premises. Two other doors lead to a linen closet and bathroom - Decorated in a very strong pirate theme - respectively. A black cat with a red velvet collar and a little swarovski charm dangling from it can be found meandering at will.

Evening brings about no boss in the bar but boss upstairs. In a few days she's heading out to Mexico. It's not winter in Mexico and she's never been there. But an hour on the laptop gave her a vague idea of what she'd need which leaves her wandering around the house with one crutch and taking care of things, Clothes into the washer, sunblock - just in case - Hat. Make sure the money she got changed at the bank is tucked away into the hiking backpack that she's bringing.

She's hunting down her … lover for lack of a more appropriate word and she doesn't know the state of his accomodations much less how far away from the town she called, that he is. To that note, she'd left a message on Elias's phone. A polite request that when he had time and felt inclined, might he consider popping in some evening on the 6th? She could promise baked good's, booze, baked goods and more booze to make the deal even better. Obviously, She wants something. Knowing Abigail? Well, he doens't know her that well, but it's obviously not going to be life threatening. Christian rock blares to drown out the more classical hard stuff that pulses through the floor and pila bops her head in the cage, trilling along now and then in budgie fashion.

It's some time during Abigail's wandering that the Christian rock intended to drown out the other music begins to, stragely, do its job less and less effectively. It's not much of a secret why when she goes to check, of course. With less flash and flair than he normally enjoys, Elias has made his entrance quietly, announcing his presence by slowly decreasing the volume until he is noticed.

Unlike their last meeting, this time Elias is dressed perhaps more in the way she might remember when they first met one year previous, in a sharply tailored, dark grey business suit, with dark blue shirt and deep purple neck tie to accompany his black, smartly polished leather shoes. A blast from the past. "So I heard you like baked goods," he says when the time is right, "I can has?"

It'd be either Teo doing it - if she didn't know he was busy tending to last minute pre-end of the world things - or Elias since he was invited in. Man doesn't need a key with his brand of travel so there's no shotgun when she mosey's back towards the kitchen with the tell-tale thump and shuffle. Head first - it's brown hair now - as she peers in, followed by the rest of her and a tank top slung over shoulder along with the top to a very modest tankini.

"Elias. You made it. I thought, maybe, that you might not come" There's no kissing of cheeks, he's not as close a friend as Teo but he does get a grin. "mmmhmm, I have cake, and then I have some fresh biscuits under the cloth there. To protect them from the cat. How are you doing? Hows Ramsgate?"

Elias offers a light shrug and himself saunters in the direction of the biscuits. "Chilly," he says, "Definitely chilling, but happening as always. You should visit some day, but be careful. Once you go Ramsgate, you never go…." You never go… what, exactly? "Well, that fell apart in a hurry. I should probably think of something and then write it down later. 'Later' being the key word there, how! Can I be of service to you, dearest? A hop and a skip for perogis, perhaps? Maybe a little barbecue straight out of Memphis? Pork dumplings, hot from Shanghai?"

"How about, a weekend in mexico? Much as I would adore seeing England-" She looked up Ramsgate. "I think i've had my fill of the English for the next few weeks." Around him Abigail flits, as much as she can flit at the moment towards a folder on the counter in the kitchen and offers it up to him with very little flourish. "Passage for myself and one other. With a return trip for Raquelle before the weekend is up and later for myself and Flint Deckard"

Inside the plain manila folder is a map, FLint Deckards handwriting, his name placed beside a big X. There's a big shiney red dot on a town near to the X and the name of it writted in more bld. Latitude and longitude, elevation, pictures printed out of various places. She doesn't know how his ability works regarding new places and one of the ferryman had helped her to try and cover all the bases regarding what he might need.

"I need to find Flint. He took off for Mexico after we had a fight and I had to go oversea's"

"Ah, missing person," Elias states as he accepts the envelop and examines its contents. "I might have been here once before, actually. Maybe. But even if I haven't, getting there will be no problem." However his ability works, he seems to have little doubt that it will work properly. His voice isn't overflowing with confidence, but it's not unsure, either. Even, level and more or less, well, Elias-like. Routine procedure, perhaps. "Relationships are a tricky sort of thing," he admits, before turning his attention away from the envelop to ask, of all things, an unrelated question. "Speaking of tricky, would you happen to know where Eileen is? I have Christmas presents to deliver, just as soon as I know where the need to go and, you know, what they should be."

A hand comes up to the back of her neck to rub at it with the question of where Eileen is. " Eileen" The leen drawn out, leave her lips wide and like she might know the answer to that. Might. "She uh.. last time I knew… The government tossed her into… Madagascar? Madagascar. I thinks he's alive. Huruma said that most made it out okay. I mean, I got stuck with Ethan" There's a gesture to her plastered - colorfully - ankle. "I can find out for you if I can get a hold of people. If she's fine, then, likely she's -" Some place Elias won't be able to get to.

"Floating on a really big ship" The crutch is abandoned for the use of both hands to drag a cake out of the oven from it's safety from the cat and any employee who might come up so that can offer some to Elias. "on that subject… I might have another favor to ask of you"

The possibility of another favor seems to be momentarily forgotten while the rest of the information sinks in. "You know," Elias finally says, "Being a dead man has a lot of advantages. For instance, I don't seem to get dragged into government related plots." A firm nod and a smile stretched comically thin conclude this assessment. "Sorry about that. The Ethan thing, I mean."

"Now, what's this about another favor?"

"You don't owe me the apology, he does. And I won't accept it from him" Elias worked with the wolf, he can surely have an idea about what happened. "Blanking blanker was trying to play both sides and used me to prove loyalty and then dared to in the same act tell me he's just joking" Bitterness is rampant in her voice and it's an emotion that is quite at odds with her demeanor normally.

"There's a nuke, somewhere. Set to go off and melt the poles, or at least one of them. If they succeed, this place will be underwater. A lot of places will be. I cna't save everyone, I can't expect to save everyone and I have a place in Mexico already found where if it happens while i'm there, i'll be fine. But Raquelle. he's leaving his girls with his boyfriend to come and help me. Flint is his friend too."

A big slice is cut with a sharp knife, carefully transferred to a plate with all the grace that a southern girl taught by her momma the arts of the kitchen can muster. "If you hear, catch wind of water, or of the nuke going off, can I get you to get his two girls and his man to safety? I know it's a lot to ask, I already got my dah to take a vacation up to my uncles cabin and you know, go 'hunting' with momma. But if Raquelle's girls don't make it on account of me taking him with me…" She's be upset. Guilty. neither word can really describe how Abby'd feel.

A nuke? Vanguard. Has to be. "I miss the days when the world was simpler, Abby," Elias remarks somewhat sadly, "Even if I could just wish myself to far off places then. Life was so much less, stressful." There's likely more truth to that than anything.
Wouldn't that be the case for everyone? "But I can do that for you, no sweat. I may be a nogoodnik, but I'm not Kazimir. Just tell me where, and if things go bad, I'll be clicking my ruby slippers faster than you can say 'there's no place like home.'"

"I knew you would. Even if I had to bribe you with a stock of supplies should it happen. Teo tells me that money won't mean shit if it does. But thank you. For being willing to do that." it makes things a little less heavy on her soul to know that things'll be okay. As okay as they can be.

"I miss those days too. When I could heal and there weren't apocalypse's raining down on our head" Before Elias's old running mates blackmailed Flint, or tried to help end the world themselves.

"I think I'll be squirreling away some nonperishables for an emergency," Elias remarks, "A lot of nonperishables." But that's when the obvious strikes him square in the face. "That's what Eileen's doing, isn't she?" he asks after a moment's pause, "They've got here and everyone else trying to find the damn thing."

Whether they are or not, Abby's not supposed to tell but once again, the look on her face speaks volumes. "It's possible" It's true. "You might want to stock some generators, Gasolines. Both will be at a premium and to be costly. You'll be sitting pretty if you have some. I hope though, and have faith that it won't come to that"

The cake is proffered out to him. "Lets just say that if the President wrote me a letter thanking me for my duty to my country and I won't have to pay taxes for the rest of my life, and likely my parents won't have to all for the price of a broken ankle, one could imagine what they'd offer a certain avian telepathist"

Elias is slow to accept the cake as this new information sinks in like what he'd heard previously. But finally, he does take it. "I don't like it," he says, "In the name of protecting the world, maybe. But no matter how you slice it, it's playing cards with the Devil. And this Devil always cheats."

She's about to make Elias a bit more scared maybe. "Kazimir's alive" As if that add's to the pot of joy. "he, well, the ability survived the bridge and went from Gabriel to Peter Petrelli. He's been working with the you know, good guys"

"Abby," Elias says, more than happy to interrupt if she had more to say. He holds his free hand up, palm facing outward. The universal (for Americans) signal to stop. "I'm thinking the less I know about this, the happier I'm going to be."

Stop she does, pink lips sealing shut with a nod of her head. She herself doesn't touch the cake, well, wrong. She takes a bite, digging her fork in to peel away a chunk and pop it into her mouth in lieu of talking more upon the subject. Just a nod of her head followed quickly by a swallow. "I'm sorry Elias" Apologizing for getting carried away.

"It's okay, it's just-" Just what, Elias? He takes a second or two to think before he continues. "I keep hoping that maybe if I ignore the past long enough, maybe things'll go back to the way they were before. It's a lot to hope for, but I'm trying. It's that or go nuts."
"Oh Elias"

Two words with so much weight and emotion carried on them. "If wishes were horses, between the two of us there'd be a stampede." Forward she lean, her hand coming out to touch his shoulder lightly as if she's unsure whether the gesture would be a welcome one, like he might teleport away to keep her from completing the action.

"We'd have likely repopulated the world five times over with horses Elias. But it won't. Ever. No matter how much we wish it to be." Sympathy and empathy in her eyes. Many a night she'd spent on her knees and elbows on the side of her bed begging for god to give the healing back to her. "You just… move ahead, like you're doing. Maybe… you can see if Robert has anything he needs doing or, you could get a job again"

"I haven't held an honest job for a long time, Abby," Elias replies with a weak, sad smile, not shrinking away from her when she reaches out. Maybe it helps him feel a little bit more sane. "You're right. We can't go back. Not ever. But going forward doesn't look too bright, either. Changing the world is easy to do. Changing with it is the hard part."

"Amen" She murmurs. "Maybe then, It's time you did get an honest job hmm? Supplement the not so honest things?" It's a suggestion that she doesn't expect him to take, but she wouldn't be Abigail if she didn't suggest the obvious. "I could use a male bartender to keep the female patrons happy and even by my mind, you are a very handsome man"

The fact that Elias doesn't reject that idea outright is most likely a very good thing. "Maybe," he replies, "Can I think about it, and we'll see after this whole icecaps thing is over with?"

"And see if I even still have a bar. Smart idea" Abigail squeezes his shoulder before she pulls her hand away, hands going to the crutch as she turns around to dig up a couple containers big and small so that she can set about to cutting cake for Elias to take with him and one for biscuits. "I'll pack you stuff to take with you. Late morning I think, would be good for going to Mexico. You won't need to sticka round but Sunday i'll call and you can tell me if it's a good time to play taxicab again for Raquelle" She looks over her shoulder at Elias. "He's gay" Whispered liked it might be a shock to him or as if he might not have figured it out from the words used earlier.

"Yeah, I uh, gathered that," Elias responds, becoming more like his usual, jovial self, "You know, on account of him leaving his girls with his boyfriend. Just a small guess on my part, really. Teeny tiny."

If she had two good feet, she kick lash a kick to his ankle. Instead there's just a roll of eyes and two stacked containers thrust out, replete with plastic forks. 'Elias de luca. Did I get your last name right?" She's sure she did. "Elias de Luca. Take this cake, go find a devastatingly pretty woman. Teleport with her to say…" She has to think for a moment. "Teleport her to Greece, and have a chocolate cake picnic on the coastline, somewhere real beautiful. This is my order, my only string that comes with this cake. My mothers recipe i'll have you know"

With faux-military precision, Elias takes both containers, carefully stacks them in one hand, and salutes. "Yes ma'am!" he says, "Requesting permission to do exactly that."

"Permission granted, Dismissed" Abigail grins while firing off a mock salute. "get off with you, go have some fun before the world ends again okay" She's got a crutch to collect, and things to still pack.

And Elias, at least apparently, is following her advice, vanishing into thin air just as suddenly as he first appeared. Or, more likely, the "lady" he'll be taking to Greece will be, what else?

A pastrami sandwich.

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