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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Jeopardy -> Heropa
WHEN: Nov. 19
WHAT: A resolution and a swear-in
WARNINGS: Please label threads

Somewhere, in a place that is and is not Jeopardy, time has passed. To some, it may have felt like mere hours; to others, days. For time doesn't truly touch this place. Only fate exists here, for imPorts to change or allow to proceed as it will.

Somewhere, the sisters look into the hearts of those with the power to decide the fate of this entire world and know their choice. A blinding light grows, forcing even the strongest to close their eyes, and as they do so, a vision of what could have happened appears in their minds. A world wreathed in flames, fire and screams echoing ceaselessly as they depart; a peaceful world, healed and whole and well—and a certainty that another world has paid a heavy price.

And then there's the sensation of three powerful forces leaving, two taking an unwilling third with them to wherever they are going. This world will be left as it is now, and its future will be whatever the people here make of it.

MEANWHILE, IN HEROPA

One week into the mysterious storm that has enveloped much of Jeopardy, citizens across the nation are losing hope. The government continues to monitor the situation at a safe distance, but cannot enter the affected part of the city, though one SEAL team did make an attempt, only to become lost in the wind for hours before emerging without ever making it through. While the storm hasn't grown, neither has it shown any sign of changing.

The heroes who bravely charged into the storm have not officially been given up for lost, but with no news coming from Jeopardy, few believe they will emerge unscathed. To honor their sacrifice (?) and offer sorrowful natives a means of coping, a candlelight vigil kicks off outside Heropa City Hall at 4:30 PM EST.

Speeches are given. Commemorative t-shirts are sold. It is at this point that a large portal of light opens up in front of the building and deposits all imPorts who entered the storm, as well as a confused but unharmed Layla and Sally Clapp. A stunned silence falls over the crowd — followed shortly by an eruption of cheers.

Organized chaos quickly reigns over the occasion. Medical personnel are quickly called in to aid any imPorts who might need it, and government officials quickly descend, one thing on their mind: what the heck happened, heroes?! ImPorts are asked to state, for the record, exactly what they experienced — which leaves a lot of room open for the more creative among them. Just what each imPorts is willing to confess to or lie about is up to them, but there are other imPorts at hand to refute or support all statements.

While imPorts are technically free to go, all are encouraged to enter the building for a debriefing with government officials. Those who care to share their story begin to paint a picture of what happened, and a flurry of transportation begins to move between City Hall and the local porter outpost, as Jeopardy will certainly require some aid now that it is fully accessible. Reports begin to filter back that while there have been some casualties and collateral damage to the city, it is far less of a disaster than the government anticipated during the storm, no doubt due to imPorts' efforts. Additionally, news from other porter cities begins to arrive; with the dissipation of the Jeopardy storm, all dimensional anomalies elsewhere have ceased.

Following the briefings, ImPorts may go home and get some rest, although they may have trouble shaking off the crowds — which are largely ecstatic that the people who apparently saved the world are in front of them.

While imPorts were occupied with the post-disaster debriefings, locals have used the time to launch an impromptu celebration of their defense of this world. Local restaurants, breweries and nanas have hustled their finest wares over, and free food and drink are flowing for the homecoming heroes. A local party & events organizing company has strung up some lights and tents in the park across the street from City Hall, lending a festive atmosphere to the area. T-shirts being sold to honor the assumed-fallen heroes have been 'edited' with permanent marker, going from 'FALLED HEROES' (there was an error in the print run, given the notice of less than a week) to 'RISEN HEROES' and are, regretfully, being given away for free.

For those who stay, an impromptu party breaks out, and the occasion quickly becomes the latest swear-in, albeit with a more casual emphasis on the actual swearing-in than usual; a card table is set up with the usual seals and documents, but it's a bit haphazard.

Along with tasty libations, local musicians start jamming on acoustic guitars in the park's gazebo, setting up some cheerful background music—or maybe you're not too tired to dance? A local physical therapy school has rolled in multiple portable massage tables, with free sessions for sore heroes!

The locals who haven't dispersed yet are also around, likely to seek autographs from the world savers, while podcasters, BlueTubers and regular nosy nellies might lean in with a recording device, asking for the real story of what happened. For imPorts who become too intoxicated or exhausted to porter home, many locals are offering couches to crash on — although the pillows they use may later show up on ePay.

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[Again a chill runs down his spine when he hears her say his name. How heavy it is, the strain in her voice, how she gasps it. It's like it's own kind of drug, and he wants hit after hit.

By now his pace is quick and deep as the tension builds in his groin. Hot pressure as he bucks into her, but as she arches her back, head tilting against the bed, he reacts to her unspoken offer. Both hands move from their hold so he can grip her hips as his thrusts become almost sloppy and desperate.]

Hhhff—fuuuck...

[Her cries of pleasure grip him tightly, and he feels himself peaking. That build up getting to a point of nearly being unbearable as he pants and huffs against her neck, his sweat-slick forehead pressing to her cheek. As he continues, controlling her hips as he drives into her, his abdomen and pelvic muscles tighten, and the throbbing pulse of pleasure through him tells him he's there—]

Shit—I'm—mmmnnng!!

[That's about all he gets out before he feels it all at once. It's so sudden and enrapturing that he feels his entire body quaking as his hips continue to piston forth and he comes inside her. There's a low moan that leaves him as he does, staggered by gasps and sharp breathes as his hips continue to smack into hers. Riding this out as his entire body gives to those waves of pleasure cresting over him.

Eventually his hips slow to short forward jerks, almost more reminiscent to twitches than the powerful thrusts previously, till he eventually stops, hilted inside of her. His body is heavy on her as he allows himself to collapse a little. He's breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath after that, his mind swimming with the afterglow of his orgasm as his entire body tingles from head to toe from how incredible that all felt.

Right now, he just needs to rest a moment, enjoy the satisfaction and pleasure of it all.]

[she's never heard him like this before. it's alarming...and intoxicating. that, rolled up into this entire experience, leaves her struggling to keep up, keep her head while he's coming to a head.

she feels a rush similar but not as intense as her own orgasm in the mist of his vigorous thrusting, one that leaves her without words for him as he grabs her to finish. she lets out a gasp of her own as she feels him come, one that peters into a breathless moan. gods, that-- there's really no preparing one's self for that, is there? this is all so...unreal.

the muscles in her thighs quiver a bit, wanting to squeeze out a bit more of that feeling she craves, but already taken too far to pursue it. where he remains in her, she throbs; it hurts, but it...it also feels really good.

and he's still there. still with her. in her. as her breathing starts to level out of the labored panting he'd brought her to, Lucina's body relaxes back into the mattress.]

Gods...

[as he basks, she slips her fingers back into his hair, her other hand gliding down his shoulder to his trembling elbow.]

Gods, Guzma...

[still there. with her. in her. she lets out a shaky sigh.]

[There's just something so satisfying about both of them quivering and shaky from what they just finished. Laying in the mess of their own making, holding each other, trying to catch their breath and calm their thumping hearts. A blissful hum leaves him when her hand weaves its fingers into his hair, and her other ghosts along his shoulder and elbow. He sucks in a deep breath through his nose—taking in the scent of them, something a little egotistically satisfying.

But not as satisfying as when she speaks, saying his name like that as he can still feel her body twitch around him as he softens. He gives her an amused huff as a reply, before he shifts a little, repositions an arm so that he can move to look at her—]

—Rhhk!

[The noise and the jolt of pain in his neck is unexpected, and he finds himself collapsing on her again. His shoulders, upper back, and neck incredibly tense as a burning pain throbs from the spot that had gnawed at him earlier. Shit, she must have really hurt him earlier, and he didn't realize nor care to what extent...but now that he's not lustdrunk, it's a whole lot harder to ignore how much it hurts.]

Heh...guess I kinda overdid it... [He knows that's not it. He knows what did this, but he gains nothing by making her feel bad about it.] No regrets though, that was...you were amazin', yo.

[Maybe if he kisses her neck again, she'll ignore the fact he just collapsed on her again with that surprised noise of pain? It's fine, he's fine...]

[she makes a soft, startled sound as he falls against her, a bit stuck as to what to do. a bit stuck in more than one way, but. but that aside...]

O-overdid it? [what -- it's not always like this? what does he mean by that? and moreover--] Wait, are, are you okay?

[it's kind of hard to languish when he's clearly in pain. guilt stabs in her chest as her hand retracts from his elbow; she's not sure what would be better or worse to do here.]

Got too excited—who wouldn't, huh?

[He's definitely leaving out vital information, because yeah, it can always been like that, but maybe not when he's suffering a neck injury that he's been hiding.]

I'm cool, though. Don't worry about your boy.

[He says, as he tries to turn his head to kiss her cheek, but finds out all too immediately he can't. There's another jolt to him as that stabbing pain radiates through him, but he tries to play it off like it's nothing! Focusing back on his spot at her neck, nuzzling it with ginger movements that are more incriminating than he realizes.]

[his jolt has her startle, heart jumping to her throat for a beat. she holds her breath and lay still as she can even as he settles back and nuzzles her, none too reassured.]

...It's...it's your neck, isn't it...

[gods. she...all because she hadn't any self-control-!]

Wh—

[He freezes...but then, in a low voice:]

...Yeah. [Dammit] It's fine though, ain't nothin' your boy can't sleep off.

[Guzma...]

'Sides, ain't like this is the first sex-related injury I've ever had, y'know! Nothin' to get all worked up about.

[AS IF THAT'S ANY BETTER...]

[SURPRISE IT'S NOT!!

but she doesn't say anything right away, just frowning softly and staring up at the ceiling. eventually, the hand that had left his arm settles ever-so-carefully on his shoulder.

quieter:] So then...this sort of thing... It's normal. For you.

[that doesn't really sit well in her, honestly. something like that -- not the injury! the whole experience! it's unlike anything she'd known before. it felt... special.

but it might not be for him. that's not a great feeling at all.]

[He can sense the shift in the air, and he's not entirely sure what it is. Sure, he's injured, but it feels like something...else is the matter. He just can't figure out what. So, when he answers, there's obvious uncertainty to his tone.]

...Gettin' hurt while fuckin'?

[He's really...not sure what the problem is here! They had sex and it was fantastic, so??? Is his neck injury really that much of a problem?!]

I get hurt doin' a lotta shit, Lu...

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No, that-- [her expression scrunches.] That...I, I guess I'm still not sure how I ought to feel if I'm the one hurting you. Like that.

[a beat.

before he can interject:] But I also meant...being with other people. Like this.

[was he with that Lusamine woman like this, too?]

[He's about to tell her to not worry about it again, that being hurt like this doesn't particularly bother him. That he's done worse to himself before! ...Not that it's much of a comfort, but Guzma doesn't think about it like that. However, the chance to say any of that is whisked away with the last part she adds and he's left...unsure of how to respond.

She...knew he had slept with others before, he made that very apparent! So, then...what's the problem here? If that was a problem, then why would she have...]

...Yeah, I've slept with others, but you knew that.

[His tone isn't accusatory, he's just confused. Despite the pain, he shifts and uses his arms to push himself up to better look at her, trying to hold back a pained grimace.]

Lu—be real with me, what's wrong?

[again, she freezes up as he starts to move, chewing on the inside of her lip. part of her already regrets speaking, because, once again...she's begun to say things that only bring grimness and gloom. this isn't how she's supposed to act, is it? is she really going to waste precious, fought-for time in being jealous of hypotheticals and people she doesn't even know when he's right here with her?

childish and pathetic.

she turns her head a bit so she can glance aside, her face warming with embarrassment at being looked upon. the hand in his hair uncurls a little, uncertain of whether or not to stay or move.]

M-maybe I just...hate feeling so naive. [she gulps, her eyes wincing.] But I don't know how else I'm supposed to feel. If this is...if it's not really that big a deal for you. What we've done.

[but that's not fair. that's not fair, she's-- not like that! not like this. with anyone. and she wouldn't be, she couldn't fathom it.

her hand leaves his hair, drawn back to herself, to her face, over her eyes as her teeth grit.]

But it's a big deal for me...!

[He's actually glad her hand is still in his hair at first, it gives him an odd sort of reassurance that he hasn't totally fucked this up...that she'd still touch him like this, and not withdraw even when feeling as she does—until she does...

As she explains, he feels...odd. He's a jealous sort in a lot of ways, but he can't really say he's ever been in a position like this. However, he does feel a rise of defensiveness, because it's not that he didn't say them sleeping together wasn't a big deal, he just said...his injury wasn't.

However, there's definitely a warm flutter in his chest when she says it was a big deal for her. Something he clearly should have known, considering how that all went down, how into it she was, how she said his name...but he can't help but be touched by that admission, by that validation.]

I ain't said this ain't no big deal for me—but I ain't 'bout to lie and say that sex itself is.

[His expression twists to something concerned and frustrated. He doesn't want to say the wrong damn thing, but he's never been too terribly good at treading carefully in matters of the heart.]

Sex is just sex to me, but it's—shit, it's different with you, y'know?

[Because she's not just some random person. She's her, someone he cares about, someone he's grown close to...]

All I was meanin' before was that...me gettin' hurt wasn't the big deal, not us sleepin' together.

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[that's right -- he really was just dismissing the hurt she'd done him; rushing to the conclusion that this was all no real problem, just "chill," as he'd put it...that was her. her, being afraid of being used and dismissed. of learning that maybe she was impressing too much meaning on something that, to her, was huge and unprecedented, but to him?]

Right...

[she swallows again. the heel of her hand presses a bit against her eye, forbidding herself from getting any more emotional and making things worse.]

I-I'm sorry. Jumping to conclusions like that...is wrong. I'm sorry. I believe you.

[even if she doubts herself.]

[He watches her with that same expression of concern, though the frustration seems to have melted away. He feels a little flattered, though, that she would feel so strongly over the idea of him under-appreciating this thing between them, what they just did... It's affirming of how important he's become to her, and that brings a pleasing warmth to his face.]

Yo, it's fine—really.

[He shifts his weight to his elbows, so that he can put his hand on her's as he attempts to pull it from her face.]

This is all new to you, and I get it—I'm a pretty sketchy dude. Most would think you're smart to doubt me.

[and then there's a few who would assume she's just straight crazy for being here, even if they're too polite to say it to her face. she's aware of that. she kind of wishes she was less aware of that now, since...well. after all that happened...he kept his promise, best he could. he fought at her side. they came back out alive. the things he's told her he'd do for her...he's done so.

he's more honorable than he gives himself credit for, as far as she's concerned.

with her hand guided away from her face, Lucina is hesitant to look his way. it's embarrassing, messing up as she does, bringing herself down when all this has been up until now is...nothing shy of wonderful?

except for the neck injury part.

anyway.

anyway, when she does glance back up at him, her eyes are wider in a quick scan of his features for signs of distaste or annoyance. she'd not fault him for it, but she sure doesn't want to see that sort of look.]

Guzma... I don't know how sketchy you really are...if you've honored every word you've said to me.

[...]

I think...you're better than you think you are.

[and gods help her, she's very taken by that -- more than she thinks she is.]

[The heat that's already in his face intensifies with what she says, and he quickly looks away from her—which is an utter mistake if the pained twist in his expression says anything about it. Still, it's worth suffering that than keeping his eyes locked with her when she says shit like that...

Were she Darin, he'd probably get pissed at such a claim, but coming from her it...does something else entirely. Soothes him, yet riles him at the same time. It makes his heart ache, but in a good way, strange as it is to say.]

I—look, I just don't betray my own, that's all! Don't mean I'm good or nothin'...

[God, he sounds stupid right now.]

[that expression...

it's really cute.

Lucina's own expression softens with some fondness -- and sympathy, as he twinges with pain, and she purses her mouth into a thin line to stifle any offending smile she might accidentally wear while he fusses.

i don't betray my own, he says, and it pleases her to hear him claim her again, not just in deed but in words. it helps soothe some of the fear and jealousy in her heart; she is, after all, a pretty possessive sort of girl... it's good to be possessed in turn. it helps that this comes with the added security that he survived near-doom and came back to her, as opposed to making promises and vanishing.

she reaches up, cupping his cheeks in her hands, delighted to be able to do even just that much -- to hold and admire him as her own. that effort to subdue her smile gets wasted in the end, as it's hard to avoid letting her affection and relief pour out. she is an honest sort, after all.]

Well...you're good to me. And I'm happy with that. Very happy, actually.

[When her hands cup his cheeks, he can't help but look at her. The color in his face still present, and he knows she can feel the warmth to his cheeks. He feels ridiculous, yet...happy. It's a radiating warmth through him—and not just because he feels embarrassed right now! It's something deeper, more complex, and foreign.

Hearing that he's good to her, that she's happy...that he makes her happy...

He stares at her, Rowlet-eyed and stunned, but then he tries to force a recovery. Tries to save face, because he feels almost too vulnerable, too exposed. He sports a weak grin, that's not as confident looking as he wishes it were...and he probably looks a little ridiculous grinning like that, trying to look proud of himself, while she's holding his face.]

Tch, you better be! Ain't no regular nobody who gets this sorta treatment from the hated boss himself!

Ha...

[she smirks for just a moment, tickled by the dopey grin he's wearing.]

Then I should've said 'I'm honored?' I'll remember that for next time.

[affectionately, one of her hands moves to lightly brush some of his hair off his brow before both hands slip away.

she may still be smiling, but one of her eyebrows quirks as she says:]

...So long as you see somebody about your neck.

[Honored, huh? Yeah, he can get used to that sorta praise—his expression glowing a bit more from it too!

However, when she pulls her hands away, his expression falters just a little...mainly because he was enjoying the affection, but it's fine. He won't kick up a fuss, and besides he hardly wants to make it so obvious he enjoys small touches of affection like that...because it's a little embarrassing. And maybe the brush of his wild bangs outta his face was nice too.

He shifts a little, trying to ease himself off of her (and...out of her, oops.), but then she says that last bit and he freezes. Good thing, too, because even that shifting was upsetting his poor neck.]

...You mean, like a doctor?

...Mm.

[she...forgot that he was. in still, so his moving gives her pause, even a bit after the fact, which leaves the both of them looking like some weird, naked statues for a moment.

it feels different now. without him there. it's strange. but she probably shouldn't get caught up on that and actually speak to what he's asking.]

Yes. Or a healer. Shrugging off injuries is one thing, but...when it's something as important as your neck... [her eyes wince a little. she would not enjoy the idea of accidentally causing him some form of paralysis, actually!]

[It's not something he's going to verbally complain about, but there was definitely a comfort and warmth he's lacking now that he's...pulled out. How she reacted to it tells him enough that she might be feeling a little similarly, which is a strange comfort, but whatever. Finally he settles besides her, trying to lay down comfortably, and without as much pain. The wince to his expression proving he wasn't quite successful as he rests his head on a pillow, laying on his side facing her.]

Tch...guess I could call up Arch—I'm sure he'd get a kick outta this, huh?

[Honestly, the more he thinks about it, the more he finds the whole thing pretty damn funny too.]

[well, Lucina doesn't! she turns her head toward him, eyes big and face reddening.]

I, I would rather he didn't get a kick out of the context...! [that'd be so embarrassing! Archie's like family to her; for him to find out she'd done something that...extreme?

no way. too embarrassing!]

Well, he's gonna wanna know what happened, y'know?

[Which doesn't mean he has to tell him, but...]

So, what're y'wantin' me to do, then?