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My muse has finally returned after having been missing for weeks. Now they're all over the news as the latest 'kidnapping survivor'. Your muse finally gets a moment alone with mine. What do they say?

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terres-arides:

“Oh, well she’s a beauty, you know,�� he tells his friend.

Age and competence are certainly not a one-to-one correlation, and the Enterprise has its fair share of prodigies, but he does feel less out-of-the-loop onboard. Maybe that’s because of the distance of their five-year mission, or maybe they just humor him because he’s a captain.

“Best in the fleet, but the name is a lot to live up to.”

(One thing does confuse him a little, though it’s easily attributable to Gabe’s trauma. The Enterprise is well over a decade old at this point, and the name even older. It’s not a new ship by any stretch of the imagination)

Gabe nodded, trying to remember the Defiant files. Those had been captured by the captain of a different Enterprise a century ago. Sato, maybe? If Gabe was being honest with himself, he didn’t care much for history. Aside from the conquests of the Empire that had been drilled into him in grade school, he couldn’t remember much.

“If I ever get another ship, I’ll give you a run for your money on being the best in the fleet.” He paused, taking a moment to rub tension out of his neck.

“You know I’m proud of you, right?” The words sounded strange as he said them. Sentiment was something he rarely expressed, but sentimental seemed the best descriptor of the relationship the other him has with this Pike.

It was only the barest bones of propriety that the very same man had taught him... 30 years ago now, that kept Captain Christopher Pike from bounding out the door and into his old RA's arms.

“Gabe!” He called out, then, “Captain Lorca!”

Chris settled, instead of leaping on Lorca like he would’ve in his days as a little tree branch of a kid, for a warm hug before the man could object.

“It’s so good to see you.” The war has taken its toll on Gabe, on Chris, on everyone, but when it’s him and his ‘big brother,’ it really does feel like olden days for once. “Been ages, right? So sorry you couldn’t make it to my advancement, we had a party. Leland couldn’t make it either, though, so it was a little more on the subdued side. Or we’re all just getting old.”

It’s been over a year since Chris got promoted to captain, but it still feels like such a short time. The years are getting shorter, and not just because Leland’s been incommunicado for so long, but the rest of their old squad too.

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                                                       ( STARGAZING AESTHETIC )

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Send me “Dear Diary” and I'll share a single paragraph out of my muse's diary for every one I receive.

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“Oh yeah. That’s me-” He’s muttering as he leads them both out of the transporter hub and towards a lounge he knows. It’s not hip by any means, and they both know that.

“Hip.” With that, he looks back up and laughs. It’s the sort of comfortable familiarity where one can laugh with confidence, not knowing if the other will too, but not caring either. He’s missed it, out on his lonesome in space.

“God, I feel old.”

Gabe softly chuckled, then nodded. That was something he could relate to. Even though he got away alive, his escape from his counterpart’s increasingly nosy crew had been rough. His ‘eye injuries’ were a feint, but the broken ribs and soft tissue injuries still made him sore. He let himself move a little slower, since injuries seemed to be accepted, almost respected, in this universe, rather than seen as a weakness.

“You and me both, Chris. Although you being on that new ship probably doesn’t help. What’s she like, the Enterprise? And what it’s like being that far out? The Bur-” he let himself falter, playing into his act. “I haven’t been that deep in space for at least a decade.”

It was only the barest bones of propriety that the very same man had taught him... 30 years ago now, that kept Captain Christopher Pike from bounding out the door and into his old RA's arms.

“Gabe!” He called out, then, “Captain Lorca!”

Chris settled, instead of leaping on Lorca like he would’ve in his days as a little tree branch of a kid, for a warm hug before the man could object.

“It’s so good to see you.” The war has taken its toll on Gabe, on Chris, on everyone, but when it’s him and his ‘big brother,’ it really does feel like olden days for once. “Been ages, right? So sorry you couldn’t make it to my advancement, we had a party. Leland couldn’t make it either, though, so it was a little more on the subdued side. Or we’re all just getting old.”

It’s been over a year since Chris got promoted to captain, but it still feels like such a short time. The years are getting shorter, and not just because Leland’s been incommunicado for so long, but the rest of their old squad too.

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                                   ‘ do you forgive yourself? ‘ 

                                                        no. next question. 

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"I am more than done. It's been a long one." Gabe smiled at Chris. "How about you pick a bar? I'm sure you know all the hip places." He pointedly glanced at Chris' graying hair. He couldn't help but be curious. Dye? Probably, unless he's somehow more stressed in this universe. Which is unlikely.

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“Thirty-One?” Gabe pondered. He hadn’t heard of them before. He knew just about everything that happened in the Empire, so it must be specific to thus universe.

“I’m sorry Leland is couldn’t come, Chris.” Pike seemed upset. If anything, Gabe could try and get him to talk under the guise of comfort and camraderie. “Assignments can be hellishly long.” He awkwardly clapped Pike on the shoulder.

“I know I’m a little late, but how about a buy you a drink to celebrate your promotion?” Gabe could use a drink. Not to mention the chance of getting Pike to open up more. Gabe needed all the information about this universe he could get.

“A drink, yeah.” The tap on the shoulder and the invitation are enough to snap Chris out of whatever maudlin train of thought he was likely about to go on, but not enough to catch on to anything strange about what Gabe has just said.

“Let’s go do that. I’m done for the day if you are.”

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"Thirty-One?" Gabe pondered. He hadn't heard of them before. He knew just about everything that happened in the Empire, so it must be specific to thus universe.

"I'm sorry Leland is couldn't come, Chris." Pike seemed upset. If anything, Gabe could try and get him to talk under the guise of comfort and camraderie. "Assignments can be hellishly long." He awkwardly clapped Pike on the shoulder.

"I know I'm a little late, but how about a buy you a drink to celebrate your promotion?" Gabe could use a drink. Not to mention the chance of getting Pike to open up more. Gabe needed all the information about this universe he could get.

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Gabe was surprised to see Pike on Earth. Pike, who in his universe was always on the outskirts of the empire conquering new territory and expanding it. Pike, the Empire’s perfect little captain was hugging him.

Gabe took a deep breath. This wasn’t his universe. This Pike was different. More bubbly and sweet, just like champagne he had gifted Michael when she became captain. “It’s good to see you too, Captain Pike. Congratulations on the promotion.” Gabe tightly squeezed Chris before letting go, eager to get away from such a vulnerable position.

“Leland wasn’t there for your party? I thought you kept him on a short leash,” Gabe coughed to try and disguise his out of place comment. “So to speak. You two were inseparable.” He could only hope that was as true in this universe as it was in his.

“No, he’s still away.” He tucks his hands in his pockets and sways around, the sort of nervous demeanor of touching on a sensitive subject. Besides, with Gabe’s formality, he’s probably hoping for a little more distance too. But he can still keep up the casual conversation.

“I wish we could be inseparable as the old days, but you know how assignments are. Thirty-One doesn’t really give a damn about important personal milestones, so….” He shrugs with resignation.

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Gabe was surprised to see Pike on Earth. Pike, who in his universe was always on the outskirts of the empire conquering new territory and expanding it. Pike, the Empire’s perfect little captain was hugging him.

Gabe took a deep breath. This wasn’t his universe. This Pike was different. More bubbly and sweet, just like champagne he had gifted Michael when she became captain. “It’s good to see you too, Captain Pike. Congratulations on the promotion.” Gabe tightly squeezed Chris before letting go, eager to get away from such a vulnerable position.

“Leland wasn’t there for your party? I thought you kept him on a short leash,” Gabe coughed to try and disguise his out of place comment. “So to speak. You two were inseparable.” He could only hope that was as true in this universe as it was in his.

It was only the barest bones of propriety that the very same man had taught him… 30 years ago now, that kept Captain Christopher Pike from bounding out the door and into his old RA’s arms.

“Gabe!” He called out, then, “Captain Lorca!”

Chris settled, instead of leaping on Lorca like he would’ve in his days as a little tree branch of a kid, for a warm hug before the man could object.

“It’s so good to see you.” The war has taken its toll on Gabe, on Chris, on everyone, but when it’s him and his ‘big brother,’ it really does feel like olden days for once. “Been ages, right? So sorry you couldn’t make it to my advancement, we had a party. Leland couldn’t make it either, though, so it was a little more on the subdued side. Or we’re all just getting old.”

It’s been over a year since Chris got promoted to captain, but it still feels like such a short time. The years are getting shorter, and not just because Leland’s been incommunicado for so long, but the rest of their old squad too.

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ask for your gabe: what kind of humiliation?

Prime Gabe: “I just like being on my knees. And taking care of whoever I’m with. And verbal humiliation is always fun.”Mirror Gabe: “All of it. What can I say, I’m a slut.”

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gentiles on this website: “The Old Testament God is cruel and vengeful!” actual Jews in my synagogue yesterday: “My favorite part of the reading is when it says the Torah is not in heaven so it’s too far to reach, it’s not across the sea so we can’t get it, but that it’s in our hearts… the idea of having that be so close, of being so close to something divine, that thrills me.” “And here, where it says ‘the Lord will delight in you as he did in your fathers’, that’s such a beautiful thing. You know, God is this all-powering being, and God delights in us.”

gentiles on this website: “You can’t be an atheist and religious!” actual Jews in my synagogue yesterday: “I’m just not buying any of this. I was born during the Holocaust and I could never wrap my mind around this omnipotent all-seeing God, and usually I’m a little moved by this, I try to be hopeful, but when I look around the world now, I just don’t buy it! If I really believed there was a God, I would resent him.” [still wears a prayer shawl and attends synagogue regularly]

gentiles on this website: “Religious people never question what they’re told, they just followed blindly!” my actual rabbi: “Sometimes the Torah can be like an older relative whom we love dearly, and who has a lot of wisdom to give, but who also says things that cause us pain, that we find offensive or wrong. And I think the wrong instinct would be to pretend we don’t hear what they’re saying, or to cut them out entirely, or to be guided by them into thinking and behaving in offensive ways. What we need to do is engage the Torah. We need to wrestle with it, and try to understand it, to figure out where it’s coming from and learn how we can progress from it, because the Torah is not unchanging. It belongs in each of our hearts, and it changes for us as we study it, as each generation challenges its old assumptions.”

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"Did I ever matter to you?" --myceliumprotected

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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks! (9/10)

“No. But the you from my universe mattered to me.”

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"This should prove interesting," Spock said to the Terran. "You telling the truth. What happened to Captain Burnham? Did you kill her?" ((Spock is mirror too.))

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks! (8/10)

Gabriel huffed and shook his head. “I didn’t kill her. I can’t prove who sent the assassin that did, but I think it was Georgiou.” He spat the woman’s name like a curse. He had failed to protect Michael from her. Strong, bold Michael who would have been a better Emperor than Georgiou could ever hope to be.

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(For Mirror) If you had the option to restart on Prior's World, and could try going to the Prime universe again with what you know now, would you?

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks! (7/10)

“Of course I’d try again. Knowing what I know now, I’d succeed.”

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Gabe set down his padd. “Honestly, I think I’ve done enough reports today. I can do more tomorrow. And dinner sounds great. I’m hungry.” He had worked through lunch, so food would be wonderful.

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The way she lingers could be called unprofessional, if Vera had any particularly professional relationship with Gabe, most of the time. 

“Almost finished? I can wait, if you want dinner.”