cigarette
After Dr. Post had finished her sessions for the day, she went to Egon's room to finish another session that was interrupted earlier — a special king of session. She found him on the couch, sorting some papers, notes from their earlier communications with the survivors outside. She approached him smoothly.
"You know, we didn't get to finish our session earlier.", she said.
He understood what she meant. His brain said 'focus,' but his pants said 'plot can wait for later'. He pretended to be busy, but that wasn't enough to stop her.
She smiled at him with her eyes. "Tell your brain to shut down. The rest of you seems onboard."
Then she reached him and gently turned his face towards her, making him look at her. Now he was staring into her eye as she Slowly got closer, laying her weight on him and started a long kiss that lasted for 42 seconds. He'd missed his chance to say no 37 seconds ago.
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[CHARACTER FILE – EGON JANZ]
Full Name: Egon Janz
Age: Early 40s. (41? 42? Depends who's asking.)
Height: 6'1" (says 6'2"—no one corrects him)
Hair Color: White (dyed —"looks cooler on Black skin," he claims)
Race: Black
Known For:
– Keeping everyone alive
– Making plans no one fully understands
– Being the sane one — probably. (Note: does not have a split personality. Actually, He might.)
Martial Arts: A few
Combat Proficiency: Classified
Military Rank: Classified
Current Role: Leader of the Elected Council
Personality: Tired. Logical.
(Might have a split personality. Might not. Might be two people negotiating in one head.)
Notable Traits:
– Actually reads the files
– Two men in one body, maybe
– Black (doesn't say the N-word)
Known Weaknesses:
– Overexertion
– Guilt
– Alina (confirmed)
Relation to Alfred: Brother-in-arms. Trusted. Knows too much, says too little.
Survival Rating: 10/10 (He doesn't take chances. He takes positions.)
Current Mood: Distracted. Focused. Fingers are busy.
Recommended Strategy: Do not lie to him. He doesn't ask twice.
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After the hot moment, they lay together on the bed, facing the ceiling.
A while passed, she got up and went to the room's bathroom and took a shower. When she got out, she lit a cigarette. "Get up and wash yourself," she told Egon, and so he did. When he got out of the shower, Alina was on the bed holding some of the papers Egon had been reading earlier.
"These aren't enough to convince the clines and baumanns," she said.
"These aren't enough to convince anyone," he replied.
"So what are we gonna do about it?" she said.
"I have a plan. Don't worry."
"Egon… what plan could possibly solve this? You and Alfred aren't up to something, are you?"
He didn't answer immediately. His jaw clenched.
"I hope not," he said quietly.
"What does that mean?" she asked, alert.
He opened his mouth—
—and the lights died.
Darkness swallowed the room before anything else could be said.
Alina panicked for a second, but Egon quickly reached for the emergency lights in his room. He turned them on at the lowest level and told her, "Just sleep. Problems will come tomorrow."