Aly was counteracting the exposure to coldness (okay, mild coldness) and ice bergs with hot chocolate.  Hot chocolate and a cuddly blanket and two purring cats snuggling close.

All while she watched an episode of three of MI-5.  Spy shows were so much fun, and they always had very good looking men on them.

[OOC:  For Arashi.  Also, shut up, Spooks is totally the real name of the show therefore MI-5 is the meta because AMC FAILS]

Aly carried a cup of coffee, well-altered with cream and sugar, into the dimly lit bedroom, grinning as she realised that Roy was still completely asleep. She'd manhandled very gently convinced him to get out of the station and to bed after Hades had been disposed of last night, and he'd been sleeping heavily ever since.

But it was getting on midday, and Aly was more than ready to get dressed and leave the apartment which involved waking Roy up and making sure the injuries he'd had last night didn't need the clinic's attention.

She sat on the side of the bed, holding the coffee carefully close to allow the aroma to reach him. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she teased lightly, her other hand very lightly running down the bridge of his nose. "Rise and shine, the early bird gets the worm, and all the other cliches..." She paused. "Even if you've missed all the shining and worms."

The tropical night was velvety black as soon as the Causeway dropped them off back on Fandom.  It was almost like being back in the Copper Isles, Aly thought for a moment.  There'd been a trip to a friend's home, a funeral, and several conversations.  Somehow it had gone off without anyone needing to hit anyone else.  Quite a change from other visits to friends' worlds. 

Aly glanced over at Deadpool, Arashi's words echoing in her head, and finally broke the silence between them.  "You okay?"  Broke the silence banally, but at least it was broken for the moment.

Aly wasn't sure why they were in Paris, but apparently Roy had been doing research on the internet and had decided that as long as they were in France, they needed to go to Paris.  So a quick change into something more suitable for a city and a not too long car ride, and they were in the midst of a busy, beautiful city. 

They walked along the Seine, intent on seeing some of the famous architecture before finding a restaurant for dinner.  "This was a good idea," Aly murmured to Roy, glancing at the fountain and cafes to their right and large buildings across the river with the Louvre in the distance.  "Was it what you expected?"

Aly lay back on her towel, using her book to shade her eyes from the sun.  The showers had stopped for a few moments, and she couldn't help but make her way out to the beach,  wanting to watch and listen to the waves at least until the rain started up again.

They'd been to Mont St Michel on Saturday, but Aly had heard of another old walled city she wanted to investigate while Fandom was still hanging out off the French coast.  The outskirts and modern city of Saint-Malo didn't interest her so much, but as they walked through the gates of the walled city, she smiled, starting to almost feel at home.

"It's a bit like Pirate's Swoop," she said quietly to the man walking next to her.  "The architecture and the old pirate history and everything.  Just need some cliffs, and we'd be in Tortall."  She grinned.  "If you forget the cars and cell phones and things."

[OOC: for the one walking with her]

Aly had woken up fairly early as usual, goaded by not only habit but also by curiosity to see if her the little pony in her room had turned back into a real boy.  So to speak.

She hadn't been about to have hooves, even weetiny ones, in her bed, so Aly crawled out of bed, noticing the lack of cats milling about first as she pulled on her robe and wondered if she should grab her camera to capture a cat and pony cuddle pile.  Camera in hand, she headed out to the living room and was almost disappointed when she saw Roy back in human form with Dee and Ow curled up in the small of his back and behind his neck respectively.

Ow looked up at her with big eyes and a lazy 'mrr-itt' as Aly set the camera down and perched on the edge of the couch, careful not to jostle either kitten as she drew a teasing finger down the line of Roy's shoulder just to stop at the blanket.

[OOC:  For the sleeping non-pony]

Roy slept.

A respectful silence reigned over the gathered crowd. So many people were gathered to say a last goodbye to a soldier most of them had never known. Roy glanced up at the stage, it was cast in the shadow of the giant statue behind it. Roy craned his neck, trying to see who it was from, but the face was shrouded by clouds and now someone was speaking.

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[OOC: NFI, NFB, preplayed with the awesome light_a_spark]

Aly paced impatiently across the room, the kittens bouncing at her heels even as they picked up on her mood. There was no point in being impatient. She didn't even know if they would make it back tonight, but she was too worried to sit down and relax and too tired of working on paperwork to try to distract herself more.

She knew that if he got back to his apartment, Spot would immediately let her know. Darkings were useful things, but that didn't stop Aly from pacing out of her apartment and over to his for a moment just to check before she headed back to hers, slamming the door behind her.

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[OOC: Preplayed with the excellent light_a_spark. NFI and all that]

Aly was realising that it really would have just been easier to go back to the Copper Isles for this break rather than try to stay in Fandom and catch up on paperwork and things here.  Or she was realising this after about 48 hours of sustained work that had her thinking that if she ever wanted to be able to see straight again, she needed to stop reading the really, really bad handwriting one of her aides had developed. 

Which was why she had a cup of tea and was curled up on the couch contemplating the fact that she really needed to get out of the apartment tomorrow.

[OOC: For one]

Aly was laying on a blanket she'd spread out on the sand and eyeing the picnic basket next to her hungrily.  It had been a long, long weekend and what felt like an endless semester, and she didn't much mind the chance to laze on the sand with a codebook and the sound of the waves while she waited for her date.

Being female again was nice.  Really, there was nothing about being a guy that Aly missed.  Especially not  the loss of coordination.  Which was why she found herself in her office flipping darts at the dart board. 

[OOC:  Mmm, office hours, up late due to workiness]

Aly was positively blissful.  There was a warm and beautiful ocean not thirty feet away from her, and she was basking in the sun on the warm sand.   Sure they had to catch a plane in the evening and get back to the island still today, but for the next eight hours or so, she was still in layabout's paradise.

She rolled to the side, glancing over at Roy who was engrossed in a book.  "Your nose is getting red," she teased   "You'll be a lobster soon enough."

Aly leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling, her hands quickly unlocking a succession of locks she had on the desk in front of her.  Easy, yes, but it never did to fall out of practice.       

The door was open, and a cup of coffee stood steaming beyond the locks.  Possibly a reward.

"So can I convince you go to pick up Chinese food?" Aly asked Roy, looking hopeful.  Dee's ears perked up from her position curled up on Roy's lap.  "See?  Even Dee thinks this is a good idea."  She made a face.  "No chocolate though."

[For Roy and one other]

Aly was in her office reading a novel.  A spy novel.  Because she was a masochist sometimes.

It had been far too long since chess had been played, and Aly was bound and determined to remedy that.  She'd spent the vast majority of last week working herself out from under the mountain of reports that had gotten backlogged during the week of the angels, and now, finally, she'd emerged enough to really, really want to play chess.  It had nothing to do with submerging other thoughts she might have about what had or hadn't happened in the past few weeks.

So she arranged for dinner (and by arranged, she meant called for pizza) and started setting up her chess set in the middle of the living room floor, warning the cats sternly about what would happen if they knocked pieces over.  The chances of them actually listening were low.