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WHO: Those who have been invited & anyone who would have a reason to visit Maurtia Falls #010! Wondering if you fit into that category? Just contact anyone with an involved character (Andy; Rex; Martin; Cassandra Igarashi; Dio; Archie) and ask!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls #010
WHEN: TONIGHT? TONIGHT.
WHAT: The soldierfam has decided that regular group dinners are good for Martin, and this time they've got a few party crashers!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; will change if necessary!



At a glance, one could easily mistake Maurtia Falls #010 for being entirely uninhabited. Dio rarely returns home and Rex and Marty only have a handful of belongings between the two of them and Rex is meticulously tidy, returning everything to exactly where it ought to be - if anything, it's Andy who makes the biggest mess around the place, and she doesn't even live here.

Despite every sign to the contrary, however, they do live here, and it winds up being a hub of activity whenever one of Martin's guardians - if that's truly what they can call themselves - decides that it's about time to get everyone together for dinner. In Anderson's absence, Rex has taken on the opinion that cooking can't be that hard, which is how they wind up with one window open, a casserole dish burned black soaking in the sink and an assortment of take-out on the table.

(As it turns out, it is that hard - and he found a combination pizza & Chinese food take-out place, whiich means that it can only be better.)

In all, there's not much to do or see here; there's food, Rex the goldfish in his tank, a soccer ball neatly tucked close to the house in the backyard, and a mysterious shelf called "Martin's Things" in the cupboard. Otherwise, you're stuck with nothing more than some potential awkward conversation. Have fun, kids!

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Rex leans against the front of the house, one foot propped up over his ankle, arms crossed, by all rights looking more relaxed than he usually does. He's still a stiff man by nature and tends to move as such, as though living in his own personal panoptican, as though if he doesn't stand perfectly at attention he'll be noticed.

Slowly but surely, he's loosening up, inch by inch. Learning that nothing bad will happen if he lets down his guard isn't something that comes to him naturally, but he's learning. Here, at least, he's relatively safe from judgment - unless you're counting Andy's judgment, and considering the rumpled state of the woman, he's in good company.

"My current partner is a man who thinks my name is Rick, believes my skills to be specifically suited to collecting parking tickets, and flees at the first sign of taking responsibility." He snorts. "He's the third one I've gone through and, I'm afraid, the best of the bunch. If I'm keeping someone in line, it may as well be someone I like."

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It isn't that she doesn't sympathize. The two of them have yet to see actual conflict together — barring that one time with the drunk, which hardly counts — but she understands him to be a capable man and a good soldier. It doesn't take much to see that the work he's doing now is beneath his skills.

Maybe it's pride that keeps her from making this choice. Because for all her bullshit, Andy knows there isn't a cop in this city — or anywhere — that could take her. Or maybe she just wants to avoid committing to anything where she's responsible to make good choices. Because she doesn't want to face that feeling of disappointing anyone that matters. But.

"...Fuck it. And fuck him," she responds irreverently. "Go through that one too, and put in a good word for me. I'll... Figure out the fucking paperwork, or whatever."

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"Really?"

For once, Andy's broken through Rex's unflappable exterior. He raises his brows, looking genuinely surprised for a moment - and hell, he is. He'd thought that Andy was hell-bent on going through less than legitimate avenues or work that was beneath her, had halfway resigned himself to the idea. To have her seriously consider joining up with what Rex considers to be worthy work, dubious co-workers or not, is pleasantly unexpected.

He can't blame her for getting through life the way that she needs to get through it. Rex has been alive for what has felt like twelve very long years and is already underneath the impression that life feels like something that's terribly, terribly long. But hell, maybe even people who have lived as long as Andy can be turned onto a path a little more positive, given the proper motivation.

He rubs at his chin, callouses rasping against his stubble, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I can get behind that. Though I have to warn you: I'm not sure what my word is worth. I'm already starting to get something of a reputation. Think you can handle being lumped in with the problem officer?"

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Inexplicably, his visible surprise makes her feel a twinge self-conscious — a fact she disguises by glancing away and shrugging a little, like it's no big deal. Like they hadn't debated this, and like she hadn't outright said she'd rather go around killing people for a living. Whether it's worthy work or not, she doesn't really know. It will be frustrating. She'll probably punch at least one (1) coworker. But she'll try. She'll try to be good.

"Well, I hope you're ready to be downright fucking notorious, because having me for a partner is not going to help with the whole 'problem officer' thing," she responds with her usual wryness. "Unless I do such a shit job it makes you look shiny by comparison."

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Rex lets out a bark of laughter. "Shiny, eh? It's been quite some time since I've been called that. No, I've earned my stripes - and my reputation. Can't say this is how I wanted to earn it back, but it's high time that I did."

Rex may seem stoic and straitlaced here, but he can't deny that his audaciousness, tendency to charge onto the battlefield and eagerness to improvise in combat situations have earned him his own sort of reputation, just reined in enough to be an efficient soldier and officer, but he'd gone Jango a long time ago.

If he didn't like that sort of reputation, he wouldn't wear his jaig eyes on his forehead. He's got enough of an ego to feel a twinge of pride whenever he and the 501st are recognized. They're gearing for a different sort of recognition here, but recognition nonetheless. He'll take it.