aucourant | Open RP Post

Time passed. Life went on. Tess grieved, and threw herself into science. Into repairing S.T.A.R Labs. Into taking care of the motley collection of people who she’d sort of adopted. More than ever in the wake of Eobard’s betrayal. Sleep wasn’t important, and she did her best to keep her emotions, her grief and betrayal to herself. Barry and the others had enough to deal with.

But time passed. And her determination to salvage something of S.T.A.R Labs’ reputation led her to the world of PR. She’d done what she could in the wake of the explosion, but she was a scientist first and foremost. The basics she could handle. She didn’t have the expertise for more. She needed help.

That was how Connor entered her life. She hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t expected HIM. But there he was. And he didn’t seem to be leaving any time soon. She was pretty sure she should mind. But she didn't.

It isn't the first time he's gotten a call out of the blue from an advertising firm, not even the first time it's a firm in a different city. It's good timing, he's just finished off place cards for a wedding and nothing else needs to be started for two weeks, so he hops on a train—he always takes the train when he can, flying is…still a little weird, even after this long—and it's a long trip but a quiet one, the best kind. He gets some work done, a few example pieces for this new client. Even as bumpy as the train gets, each pen stroke is flawless, but why not? He might as well use what he can do, as well as he can do it. It isn't like they'll know he lettered all of this on the train, right?

Pen heads up the stairs with the crowd and out the front doors at Union Station and takes a few moments to get his bearings back. It's been a while since he's been to Chicago, somehow he just hadn't gotten back here since…is it the 60s, really? But New York is hard to leave sometimes, it's one of the things he likes about it, that weird sense of permanent impermanence. It changes all the time, but something fundamental stays the same, and now he's romanticizing the city he lives in instead of walking to the Metro or getting a cab. Good, Pen, great start. Feel the dedication.

He's still early to RGM, portfolio in hand, and he's pointed upstairs, and then he's pointed along the floor until he finally pokes his head in the door marked 'Connor.'

"Hey. Are you, you're Connor? I'm, ah, I'm Pen Gregory, I think we have a meeting. Soon. Not yet. I'm early, sorry, I can wait out here…" He glances over his shoulder at the bullpen, assorted couches, nothing much like a waiting room. "…somewhere."

"What are you doing here?" Hartley frowned at Connor, then decided to just walk past him and keep walking. At this point, he could presume that he'd follow along. "Did you get lost or can't you understand simple instructions? Wait. Don't tell me, I already know you can't."

Something worth remembering with a smile, because there was a special charm to getting a one night stand to ultimately whine with need while sucking on your underwear and writhing on the floor. Especially given the context of how annoying Connor could be, it had been highly satisfying. Which didn't mean he appreciated being stalked.

"We agreed on one night. You're pushing past the one and that ought to be an easy stat to remember and it's not even night."

01. I wish they could condense everything I needed, nutritionally speaking, into mike and ikes

02. nothing like Chinese food and masturbating on a Saturday night

03. and the mascot is a pinecone. its really no surprise that people here dont get laid

04. [ Text him ]

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