9146/Just where have you been

Just where have you been
Date of Scene:	23 November 2021
Location:	6B - Elektra's Condo
Synopsis:	Elektra gets back from saving vampires to find that June...has kind of let the place go in her absence.
Cast of Characters:	June Connor, Elektra Natchios

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June Connor has posed:
    Well, it was too good to last. Elektra's probably dead. Disappearing without a word in mid-mission, no word for days. June will need to find someplace else to live soon enough, no doubt, but for now? Well, the dead won't mind if she takes advantage while she can.

    So one will pardon the mess. Dirty dishes litter the counter tops. What's that smell? It probably comes from that chinese takeout next to couch on the floor. Clothes have been left where she took them off, which is...just about everywhere. Why is there a bra in the kitchen sink?

    June is passed out face down on the couch in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, the TV cycling through the backdrops that shows when it isn't casting anything.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
It was done. Amelia the elder vampire had been saved, and Kraven's schemes had been uncovered. And part of that had been due to June and the info she had sent her by phone during that pursuit. Of course that then Elektra had been rather busy, and so there had been no replies. In fact she hadn't even turned her phone on. It had been some tiring days ..., and nights.

But now Elektra is coming home. To relax in her perfectly arranged penthouse. She could really use a day off from any disturbances.

She enters quietly, as she always does, a brow quirking at what she finds, that dreadful feeling that she shouldn't had let June unattended for such a long time. It has her breath in slowly. And maybe count to ten. Elektra walks past the living room where June is without a word, without a sound, placing a large bag inside her room before moving to the kitchen...

Eventually her voice is heard from within. "Why is there a bra in the kitchen sink?" yes, there are questions that need to be answered.

June Connor has posed:
    From full stop to full speed in an instant, June leaps almost inhumanly from her position splayed on the couch to be perched on the back and arm of the furniture, poised to strike or run, her green eyes wide. Clearly was taken by surprise by the sudden voice from Elektra. When she spots the source, her alarmed face shifts ever so slightly.

    "What. The fuck? Elektra, I thought you were dead, where the hell have you been?" She more casually steps off her perch of the couch to a more natural standing position.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Elektra is indeed there, stepping out of the kitchen. She is dressed in black jeans and a tight shirt and as she walks it's clear she is favoring her left side. Might be she has been wounded though she disguises it well. Or at least how severe it may be. She is holding that bra between fingertips, a questioning look on her expression.

Oh, answers will be had.

"Busy." she tells the young woman, almost as if she isn't used to giving justifications to anyone. Because she really isn't. Eventually she sighs. "Taking care of that business I mentioned."

Another look, "It seems you have been taking care of things well in my absence." Judgemental words those.

June Connor has posed:
    Oh no, no deflecting for June tonight! "Busy?" she echoes as she crosses the couch to close the distance to Elektra, ignoring the condescension about her housekeeping skills. "You ghosted me on a mission," she says, stopping within a foot of her. "A mission which you-" she points accusingly "-failed to mention involved a fuckin' mutant! You didn't tell me the guy was a meta! I almost died that night, and I thought you /had/ died. Busy isn't a good enough explanation."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Oh good. June has closed in the distance. It means Elektra puts that bra on the young woman's hands instead. See? She is helping clean up! Doesn't seem like she will be helping further though. "I recall specifically telling you that the man you were following was extremely dangerous. Did you need to know what he was exactly in order to follow what I said?" she challenges in return, her brow arching.

Teeth are gritted now, and indeed she looks tired, and pale. It certainly doesn't seem she was joking when she said she has been busy. Has she even slept? "It wasn't a meta though. It was a vampire. That one in particular is quite dangerous, but I trusted you and you delivered." is she making a compliment?

"What more do you want to know?"

June Connor has posed:
    June scowls, not looking at the bra placed in her hand. "I wanna know where the hell you've been and why you didn't even say you were alive! And /dangerous/ is pretty vague, isn't it? Of course I delivered. But there are three people that are dead that didn't have to be if you had just told me ahead of time. You say you trusted me, but you only give me the mininum amount of information. A vampire? You coulda said, 'Hey June, this guy is an undead that is afraid of garlic and Christians, so get yourself a crucifix and some holy water and you'll be Gucci."

    She waves the bra, pacing away. "I can't believe I need to have this conversation even. You, with all your stoic badass image you try to portray. I don't give a shit how badass you are. I give a shit whether I am going to get another near-death experience because you wanna hold out on me for no fucking reason."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Because you believe you can actually face off against a vampire is why I didn't say what he was. And no, holy water and crucifixes don't work." One myth taken down! Elektra shakes her head to herself, taking in another breath. She clearly doesn't seem to be with the mind for this right now. Short of temper too. But then again it's not like June is that different from her.

"If you want me to take you into the fold and trust you with all that's going on then you need to show to me that I *can* trust you." Her tone has hardened now, dark gaze narrowing just so while she watches June intently, "And this is not how you show it.." a gesture to the house. So strict! But eventually she relents some, "But ..., I should had told you something to relay I was alive. Or to ask about you." a beat, "I am not used to ..., company." well, that's some progress on the usual stoic, badass bitch that never opens up!

June Connor has posed:
    June purses her lips as she gets a concession from Elektra, her neck pulling backward. "Yeah," she agrees. "Yeah you should have." So much for giving grace when she gets a little headway. "And I didn't give a shit about what it looked like in here because I thought you were /dead/." In her mind, it's a perfectly reasonable reason not to care. "And I sure as hell would NOT have thought I could take on a vampire," she adds a third thing, with a bit less vigor. "I'm C tier on my best days, I would've probably told you to go fuck yourself." Maybe another good reason for her not to be told.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
As June continues on her angry tirade it means that Elektra returns to her more closed state too, "Yea, I am not dead. So this house won't be looking like it is when I wake up." she tells June in that kind of way that she wants to see this whole place cleaned up, "So glad you care." some acid there on her tone.

As June speaks of being C tier that has Elektra quirk a brow. "C tier?" and then a laugh, "If I paid attention to tiers would I do what I do?" she asks the young woman. "I have no powers either and yet here I am. Stop being such a pessimist."

"Now. What have *you* been up to these last few days?" A gesture, "Besides this."

June Connor has posed:
    "Talked to your girlfriend Jessica. What the fuck is with her and the color purple, anyway?" June says, with the aside question. "Asked a few of the contacts I knew you have to see if any of them had a clue where you were." She shrugs noncommitally with a frown. "Other than that? Not much." Such fantastic initiative.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Don't ask me. I can't get her to talk even with a couple of whiskey bottles down the gullet already." Implying that Elekra has tried that already! "And ah, contacts you say." a smirk, "You have little faith in me and my survivor instincts but it's fine. You have time to learn." she steps back towards her room, looking paler and holding one hand against the wall to keep herself up.

"I need to rest." She then finally says, "I was serious when I told you about cleaning up. I know you can be better, June."

And then she walks into her room.