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thephonemenarentreal · 2 months ago

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Enjoy a little heart warming thing I wrote <3

Title: Those Cold Desert Nights Rating: PG SUPER FLUFFY AND CUTE

Warnings: None; Just Silly Camera Talk Characters: Civic, Medic, Paralipsis, Mention Venustas (@pughat TV OC! and sort of response to the writing they did <3)

Summary: The downtime at night seemed to be the time to let the mind wander and the conversation go where it pleased.

Outpost 51 was a lonely speck of a place, especially at night when the heat gave away to a gentle chill. It was during that time that Civic found he couldn’t help but let his mind wandered as he leaned against the railing and just took in the empty expanse of desert and rocks that stretched on for miles around the base.

Times like this, it really felt like they were the last units on earth, forgotten out there in the desert with nothing but the brilliant night sky above, looking like a deep indigo blanket splashed with glitter and colors he had never seen living in the city, and the soft touches of the wind blowing about the gritty sand over sun-baked rocks. The only bit of life that existed was the warm yellow glow of the light coming in from the open door behind him that led to the staff lounge.

From here, he could still hear the chatter of the other members of their little cohort. Tremolo had insisted on playing Risk that night with Prattle, Tattle, Biggs, and the Twins. From the sound of it, Biggs was somehow winning, given how often he was apologizing for having the devil’s luck with the dice tonight. Civic couldn’t help a chuckle at that. Good on Biggs for having a win.

That was something everyone needed once in a while.

Civic swirled his coffee around in his mug that was clad in a homemade cozy and still warm and steaming. He couldn’t drink it, but the familiar weight and warmth of it in hand, the subtle scent that sensors could pick up on brought good memories. A lot of memories of cold mornings in his hometown with snow on the ground and a frost nipping at the nose as he surveyed ground that would need to be broken in the spring for a new building.

Or morning, sharing a laugh with his team as they talked shit on the suits that had come by thinking that if they demanded enough that they would be able to set the concrete for the new sewage drain in a day, defying all the laws of physics, warp time around their deadlines, and figure out goddamn world hunger while they were at it. Good times. Far simpler times.

“Kind of cold to be out tonight isn’t it?”

Civic’s head turned on the swivel as he saw Medic walk up, her arms wrapped about herself as her small frame shook. She looked even smaller than usual without her usual heavy jacket that she wore around, bundled up like a snow bird with only her small camera head peaking out. He only chuckled some, reaching up with his free hand to tug at the scarf he was wearing around his neck.

“Nah, I'm nice and cozy Medic. Got allsa warmth I need right here,” Civic said.

“Just a scarf?”

It's a homemade scarf,” Civic turned to look back out at the desert as he lowered his hand from tugging at the scarf, “So it has a little bit of extra warmth in ever stich, so my grandma used to say,”

Medic tilted her head as she moved to lean against the railing, still shivering a touch, “Heh, you must have been popular for people to make you things like that,”

“Eh, I guess yinz could say that. I jest treated my teams woll,”

No matter where he had been in life, what rank he held, or how much authority he carried, he never forgot his roots. There was pride to be taken in toiling away, building monoliths out of spit and mud and laying the way for people to build homes. Even maintenance work was something rewarding, just knowing he was helping someone out. Civic looked at the mug cozy that matched the scarf, giving a small hum.

“Da one who made this was part of da TV faction. Sweet fellow, if a bit nervous arahnd others. Always could count on him whenever it come to indoor projects,” Civic let his head swivel back out to gaze out over the desert, “Da fact he made and gave this to me I always felt was a lot of courage on his part, small gesture, but meant a lot,”

Medic gave a small chuckle, leaning her head against her arms, “That’s very sweet of them. And sweet of you that you wear his gift too,”

“It's a good scarf and it gits cole aht here a lot. Certainly helps to keep me nice and cozy,“

Civic swirled the coffee in his mug as he glanced over her way, the lens at the front flexing forward just a bit, “Speaking of nice and cozy, wheres abahts is yinzes jacket? Seeing yinz aht at night witout it is strange, expecially as yinz git cole easily,”

The small camerawoman let out a huff of embarrassment, “I left it in my office and the keys were in the pocket,” she murmured, “And only Paralipsis has the spare key and well,” she sighed, glancing away, “I’m putting off asking him for it as I know he is going to have nothing but smart comments to make,”

“He's a smartass. Nothing he says means anything,”

“I know, just,” Medic shook her head, pulling her arms about her a little tighter, “I guess I let his opinion mean more than it should,”

Civic was quiet at that comment and he nearly tried to take a sip of his coffee thoughtfully like he used to do when he still had a mouth to do so with. He had to pause, giving a glance down at his coffee, before lowering his hand away from the danger of splashing the hot liquid in his face. He really didn’t need to do the walk of shame into the staff lounge to clean up and hear Prattle and Tattle make some giggly comment.

Especially when he was turning Medic’s words over carefully and could feel that tell-tale knowing feeling deep in his frame of what was going on here. He wasn’t built yesterday and wasn’t born last week. He had age old experience in many things, one of which was hearing the angst-ridden woes of crushes from the younger folk in his groups.

And damn, was love still a strange thing that took the hands of the oddest people and strung them along.

“I wouttent worry abaht his opinion. If yinz got to worry abaht it, then that person isn't worth spit to yinz, Medic“ Civic said with a small shrug.

“I know that,” Medic let out a sigh, slumping against the railing more as she stared out at the desert, “But I don’t want him to think I’m forgetful or stupid or incompetent or something,”

“Medic? I don't think he would think of that yinz on yinzes worse day,” Civic drawled.

“But how can you be sure,” She grumbled, “He’s impossible to read!”

Civic almost snorted. Paralipsis was not an impossible TV to predict, at least not entirely. The bastard was just a very subtle sort but that was par the course for the TV faction. It was all about knowing the small signs. The little tells that made it clear what he thought about you. Like Civic knew the Supervisor respected him because he left him alone. What biting comments and general ill-manners were reserved for typical conversation when it happened and Civic never rose to any of his bait, never gave him a reaction, so the TV kept far more cordial. Not like with Hubble or Prattle or Tattle where he was a complete menace and vicious.

Or like with Medic where there was obvious something like mean-spirited teasing there. Something that could be akin to flirting if one zoomed in a bit, or at least, maybe it was a TV version of flirting. Civic got the impression that the more mysterious faction of the Alliance had a rather complicated, ass-backwards way of flirting, that probably would take a goddamn research team to figure out. Either they were so socially anxious about appearing weak about having something of an emotion towards someone else that wasn’t indifference or they were too forward to the point you knew more about their kinks than their personality. At least, that was Civic’s opinion on the matter from his experience with them.

Civic shook his head to bring his thoughts back to the conversation, giving a glance down at Medic, “He doesn’t try and destroy every unce of self-esteem you’ve cobbled together, Medic. Seems to me he jest likes to fluster yinz rather than git yinz upset,”

He could hear the slight hum of fans kicking in, the cameraman version of a flush from the systems heating up in shy embarrassment. Such a loud tell and downright adorable as Medic tried to bury the front of her camera into her arms more.

“He’s such an asshole,”

“And sometimes ats a person's type,” Civic teased.

She shook her head against her arms more, a soft whine coming out of her as her fans whirred a touch louder, “My type is not assholes! I want...a romantic sort! Sensitive! That… that is comfortable with being open and emotionally there,”

“Yeah? And yinz can be alls that and a jag off,“

Medic stared at him a bit and Civic sighed, “Jag off… fancy way of saying an asshole,”

“Oh,”

Civic shook his head, looking back down at his coffee which was still warm. The cozy really did keep all the heat in like a warm hug about his coffee. He should send Venustas an email thanking him for the gift and how he was using it to keep things warm on these cold nights. He had a feeling the TV would appreciate knowing that.

“It wouldn’t work out,” Medic murmured, “I think I’m just trying to overcompensate for not having an actual romantic relationship ever in my life,”

“Yinz could be. Or yinz could be having feeling,” Civic glanced her way, “No shame in that,”

“I think it is all the shame honestly,” Medic grumbled, shivering all the more as she wrapped her arms tighter about herself, “I need someone to tell me I’m stupid, to have better taste in people, and to just not even try. But everyone I talk to about this seems like they want to give gentle nudges forward!”

“Everyone yinz talked too?” Civil asked, lifting his head up just a bit as a replacement for lifting the non-existent eyebrow.

“Talked to the Speakermen Chief Engineer,” Medic murmured, glancing away, “For the stupid date thing back at main base. She seem to have it all together honestly when it comes to dating and all that. I felt like a little kid,” The small camerawoman sighed, slumping forward more, “She gave some advice, but I just, I just don’t know,”

“Don’t know what?”

Civic’s head swiveled behind them to the open door and he didn’t even need to look at Medic as she sprang upright like someone had shocked her, turning around and trying to look put together. Paralipsis stood in the doorway, shoulders slouched as ever as most of the halls and doors of Outpost 51 were not made with someone of his height in mind when it was originally built. The large TV man had to dip lower to avoid hitting his head off the door frame, straightening up to his full height once through as he looked down at them.

“I don’t know where I left my keys!” Medic squeaked out, patting at her frame, “Might be in my jacket which I left in my office and uh, that door autolocks you know!”

Paralipsis let out a rasp of a sound that could have been a TV version of a snort as his lulled to the side, a flat expression emote appearing on his screen, “Idiot,”

Civic leaned against the railing, watching as Medic wilted under the weight of that one word and he had to suppress a sigh and hold it in that the insult had no bite behind it. Not even a drop of the usual venom the TV had when he snarled out that world like a knife towards others on the base.

“Think yinz could go git her keys fer her then?” Civic asked idly, “Wit how that game of Risk is gowen, might need a medic on han to rush someone to da ward,”

Paralipsis glanced his way, just a small tilt of the head before he was letting out a loud, aggravated sigh, “Fine. I’ll get the idiot’s keys,”

Medic sank further, looking away, shivering all the more as she tried to appear smaller, “Thank you sir,” she mumbled.

Paralipsis regarded her for a moment before he hissed out a sigh and undid his own jacket, all but dropping it on top of her, “Don’t freeze your systems,” he grumbled before turning back to the doorway, “I’ll be back,”

Civic watched him go as he raised his mug without a thought upwards. Medic stood there, frozen in place, buried in the giant TV’s long jacket for a moment before she pulled it around herself. Her internal fans were thrumming like a nest of hornets had settled inside her, burying herself in the piece of clothing. It was impossible for civic not to chuckle as he rose the mug up higher, not even thinking as he tilted it towards his head.

“Woll, I think-”

“Civic, no mouth,”

Civic paused at the interruption, glancing down as the mug had tipped towards himself dangerously and the lukewarm liquid within threatened to spill out. He cleared his voice as he lowered his mug again, “Woll I think he clearly has a good opinion of you,”

“I guess,”

The small camerawoman looked so lost in the massive jacket, the ends of it trailing along the ground more like an oversized robe. By then, she had tucked it in close, burying the front of her camera against it in an effort to try and hide how embarrassed she was, although with how hard her internal fans were going, that was impossible.

“Woll I think I'm gowen leaving yinz here alone to sort tings aht. He'll be back soon wit yinzes keys after alls,” he said, tone teasing as he lifted his mug towards her, “Don't want to git in da way of wahever yinz are sparking up,”

“Nothing is sparking up!” Medic protested, shaking her head, “And you could stay!”

“Mmm, I don't think I will. Time fer yinz a big brave comera abaht who yinz like,”

“Civic! Please!”

“Have a good night Medic and good luck,”

Medic let out a whine as she pulled the jacket up and over her head as if that would be enough to hide her from the world and her embarrassment. Civic just laughed, shaking his head and finding himself more amused than anything. Whatever those two were on about, it could end in tragedy for sure, love always could end up burned to dust as soon as it ignited. Yet there was nothing wrong with the innocent stirrings of feelings or acknowledging them or trying to see where things could go. Love was always a weird risk to take and there was a thrill to it. Always had been, although it had been a long time since he felt that same warm stirring of what-ifs and could-bes.

Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe it was a bad thing. As far as Civic was concerned, it was a harmless thing that was up to the two of them to work out.

Civic wandered back inside and gave a glance over to the Risk game, watching as Tremolo cackled as he rolled, proclaiming that none could withstand the might of Brazil as Prattle looked like he was about to flip the table. The twins were letting out some classical music, some little song that Civic could recall hearing in a movie before, but couldn’t put his finger on it. It was something happy though, showing that the two were enjoying themselves and weren’t about to start pulling little pranks that night.

He moved over to the sink, carefully taking off the mug cozy and setting the now bare mug in the sink. He held the mug cozy a moment, giving a hum. He would send that email now before he forgot to thank Venustas. Maybe send out a model or two he was working on to the TV and see what his thoughts were on the structures he was designing. Venustas had always been a good sort to bounce his ideas off of, being a fellow model enthusiast. At least the TV wasn’t a bridge he wanted to burn, more one he wanted to keep up and about over the river.

Would be nice to let him know the gifts were being used. Just passing the kindness along.

And would give him an excuse not to have Prattle and Tattle read him like a book that he knew some juicy bit of gossip around the base that they could get their grubby paws on. Civic let out a snort and a shake of his head as he headed to his room, starting to compose the email in his head.

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Dear Venustas,

The scarf you gave me has been a lifesaver out here in the desert. Gets colder than you believe but that scarf is keeping me nice and cozy. Same with the mug cozy. Every mug is wearing that like a little sweater, keeping nice and warm. Figured you would like to know they are doing a great job of keeping everything warm out here and are much appreciated.

Might have to send you a little gift in return, given how great they’ve been, so reckon you keep an eye out for that. Hope you are keeping well and aren’t getting too stressed out there. If you ever need a break though, well, got to say, it is quiet out here and nothing but rattlers for miles and they can’t do much. Take care. Sincerely, Civic

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