aldersprig: (Alexa)
Okay, if Summer, Mellie, and Bishop are mellow and low-key about their bisexuality... Cole is not, and neither is Alexa.

This comes after Trouble in Doubles and Kissing One'sself (NSFW); the gist of which is that the Facets Team - Alexa, Cole, Josie, Aerich, and Peter - have opened a Door into a world which has not only exact copies of them but clones as well.

Facets of Dusk has a landing page here.


Cole had spent the day kissing - and fucking, and being fucked by - himself and several variations on Alexa. He'd thought the day couldn't get any more interesting - a high bar already when you spent your life bouncing from world to world.

They had finally gotten dressed, mostly because two Josies and one Aerich were getting very impatient, and two impatient Josies were even more persistent than one. They had finally left the room, because Peter had gotten himself punched by probably-clone Alexa for asking far too many questions, many of which really deserved worse than a punch.

Out of the room, they had gone around a corner and run smack dab into... Cole blinked. He looked at Alexa, dopple-Alexa, and clone-Alexa, although he wasn't quite sure which was which. He looked back at the man who was staring at them. Who was, for all intents and purposes, Alexa.

He waggled his eyebrows at dopple-Cole, whose face grew into a slow grin.

Peter sighed. "We are never getting anywhere here, are we?"

"Look at it this way," one of the female Alexas offered, "they generally only make three or four clones of any given person. He's - they've - got to get tired of fucking mes eventually."
aldersprig: (Alexa)
To [livejournal.com profile] rix_scaedu's prompt.

Facets of Dusk has a landing page here

This is the beginning of their first mission, so comes before almost everything.


They had their assignment.

They had several assignments. There was the primary mission and two spoken secondary missions. There were their individual assignments, overt and covert. And there were a couple that did not come from their nominal leaders.

They had their gear.

Alexa had her Diplomat Clothes, wrinkle-resistant, fast-drying, and professional-looking in almost any environment.

Cole had his weapons. All of them. He had basic survival gear and a full uniform with no insignia anywhere. And he had weapons.

Josie had her backpacking gear and an apothacary's worth of herbal... things. Nobody knew what they were for, but they were light.

Peter had his instruments, and then some more instruments, and a large pad of paper. Nobody knew what they were all for, and some of them were heavy, but Peter carried them all.

Xenia had her weapons, her climbing gear, her survival gear, and her weapons. She weighed every single item, and discarded anything that would weigh her down.

Aerich, as far as they could tell, planned on going forth with an expensive suit, a stunning chin, and monumental arrogance. Very few of these weighed anything, at least.


They had their team.

Xenia shared a look with Cole. Both of them looked at Peter; Xenia's lip curled. Cole glanced at Aerich, his hand resting on his gun. Aerich's lip curled at Josie. Josie's nose wrinkled at Xenia. Xenia looked sidelong at Alexa. And Alexa was giving Peter the stinkeye.

They had their door.

Alexa. It all came down to Aleandra Bianchi. Cole stepped up to one side of her, Xenia to the other. This ought to be a military operation. It ought to be an exploratory mission. Instead, it all hinged on a former diplomat with a barely-tested ability to open doors into other worlds.

Peter ran his instruments over the doorway - deep in the archives of the university, well-camouflaged by opening, mundanely, to a supply room full of microfiche. Three of his instruments screamed at him every time they got near. It was definitely The Door.

They had their orders. Alexa opened the Door. Six mavericks stepped into the doorway.

A team would step out.
aldersprig: (Doorway to Clouds)
For Vryka's prompt.

Facets of Dusk has a landing page here.


Cole woke.

He generally considered this a good start to the day, getting things off on an immediate positive note.

He woke in a bed, which was even nicer, a comfortable bed with soft sheets. The day was already looking up. And there was a warm presence next to him, soft-skinned and pleasant smelling. The night was beginning, slowly, to come back to him, in blurry flashes. The team... the team was in another room, in the same house, or perhaps several rooms. Their hostess...

...Propped herself up on one elbow and smiled at him. "The water of the dawn falls sweeter than the rain of the evening."
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aldersprig: (Alexa)
For [personal profile] lilfluff's prompt.

Facets now has a landing page!
Here on DW &
here on LJ
.


“Working on Christmas,” Xenia grumbled.

“Well, what would you prefer?” Aerich snapped. “We could stay here in this wasteland, or we could go through the Door and hope there’s a building with four standing walls there.”

“Either way, we’re working.”

“The Doors aren’t that easily calibrate-able,” Alexa put in uncomfortably. “It’s not like I can say, ‘pardon me, could we have a Door to a sunny, peaceful vacation spot, please and thank you.’”
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aldersprig: a woman's face and neck, a chain wrapped round her neck (kinkbingo)
[community profile] kink_bingo - I-2 - Mirrors and Doubles - from my card.

I like this, but honestly feel I could do more with the theme.

Author's notes: this takes place soon after this story (on LJ) where the Team has just found themselves facing dopples of two team members, Josie and Alexa.



Cole lay in bed between Alexa and Alexa, near Alexa... and Cole. His doppleganger was smoking a cigarette; Cole reached over and took it from him, leaning over what he was pretty sure was a clone-Alexa to do so.

"Well," he grinned, "this is the most fun I've had today."

Clone or not, the Alexa he was leaning over hit him.
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aldersprig: a woman's face and neck, a chain wrapped round her neck (kinkbingo)
Rating: PG-13 for sexual innuendo

It wasn't his uniform, but it fit him, and it felt good.

Cole straightened the sleeves - powder blue. Who put their military officers in powder blue? - and checked the set of the jacket in his reflection in a car window, then set off down the street. It took only a couple steps to get back into the proper cadence, and not even that long to get the posture right. He'd been out of uniform for a couple years, sure, but the Air Force never really left you.

Their salutes were a bit strange here, but he'd watched officers and enlisted grunts interact for half an hour before he stole the uniform. It wasn't hard to imitate the gesture, which the academic sorts had mentioned was Roman-esque; the attitude he didn't have to fake. As long as he didn’t run into anyone who knew the officer he was pretending to be, he should be fine. Of course, in a city as crawling with military as this one, that wasn’t a very safe bet. He rounded the corner, intent on his destination, and nearly bumped into another powder blue uniform.
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