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Hey, Apollo. Stefan here. Um... [ now or never, Salvatore. ] If you've got a moment, could I come over and ask you for some legal advice? I'd pay you, of course, or at the very least, bring over some shortbread and tea.

Stefan? What's up--[WAIT DID YOU SAY LEGAL ADVICE???]

AH! Um, sure?? First consultation is free, actually! So sure, come over whenever!

[He is just really hype to lawyer.]

Really? Now works? [ He laughs, more than a little relieved. ] Thank you. I'm coming over as soon as I can - and oh, I'm still bringing the shortbread.

I'll consider that a bonus. Alright, see you later.

[He belatedly wonders what sort of legal advice one could need on a television show floating through space. Contract issues? No, they've never even seen their contracts. . . Crew mate disputes? ......a space parking ticket? He shrugs--who cares! At least he'll get to do his job. At this point he's learned to wing it, even if the subject is a little outside of his expertise. ]

[ A couple of minutes later, Stefan's on the Bloodsport, knocking lightly on the doorway as he approaches. As he promised, that sure is one plastic container of freshly-baked shortbread in his other hand! ]

Hey. Thanks again for agreeing to meet me on such short notice.

[He's somehow arranged the area to look more like a temporary office--a desk, writing area, stack of papers, blinds on a window, there's even a fake plant in the corner, where did he even get that. It all looks a little rushed and like he could tear it down should his crew facepalm at him.

BUT FOR NOW it is an 'office', and Apollo answers the knock with a grin, inviting Stefan in.]

Not a problem, come in. If I'm being honest, I'm glad I get to do my job sometimes, heh. Not many people need too much lawyerly help out here.

--and jeeze, you really brought cookies. This really is a win.

[It's a perfectly serviceable office - and Stefan can't quite hide his amusement as he walks in. Somehow, the rushed nature of it suits Apollo pretty well.]

Of course I would. [Stefan sets the container down on the desk, taking a step back and stuffing his hands into his pockets.] I'm about to ask you a pretty weird question, and honestly, I don't know if there's any legal precedent for it, so...

[He sighs, figuring he should just cut to the chase - ] I wanna file a divorce, but I don't know how to go about it.

Edited 2017-05-05 03:31 (UTC)

[Apollo snorts lightly, going to take a cookie right now, because why not.]

Trust me, my career has been built around weird questions. It can't be that bad--[He says.

Then nearly drops the cookie as he gapes, slackjawed.]

..........er.

D. . .divorce?! You're married?! Though--I guess reality show marriages aren't all that uncommon back home, but that's er. Surprising, to say the least!

Oh, um... I'm not married here.

[As if that's any better!! Stefan grimaces, folding his arms and wondering exactly how he should explain this... or rather, if this messy story is worth explaining.]

I'm not even dating anyone. Problem is, I found out I was married back home, and I'm not really sure what I should do, considering I don't remember marrying her. [Let alone dating his (past) wife.]

Uh. . .(Just how far does this rabbit hole go. . .) [He thinks but doesn't voice. WELP, a job is a job!! He scratches at his head, taking a seat and a notepad.]

Okay, I'm going to need a few more details of this theoretical union. For one, if you didn't realize it, how did you find out now? And two, how do you go through the process with zero memory of it?

No offense, but you don't strike me as the type to get drunk and do a shotgun wedding in Vegas on one fleeting night.

That's because I'm not. [ He's gotta laugh at that mental image, though. It's the least like him he's ever envisioned. ] I don't even drink, so uh... no worries of that.

But basically, a good friend from home showed up and told me that I got married, and I'm guessing that my amnesia prevents me from remembering it.

[ There's a really long pause as he realizes that maybe he should've opened with that . . . ]

Maybe I should... start from the beginning...?

Amensia. . .haaaa. [He nods, sighing.]

Yeah, let's start from the top. Take a seat, because it sounds like your life was a television drama before coming to this place.

Honestly, I think it still is.

[ He nods, going ahead and sitting down on one of the chairs. He even crosses his legs and gets comfortable, because well, he's gonna be here a while. ]

Um, let's see... when I was in college, I started getting memories of a life I never lived. Or so I thought, anyway. [ He fiddles with his ring, clearly (and visibly) nervous. ] The hows and the whys are another story, but I ended up being a reincarnation. Someone who lived a past life and somehow, through sheer will power, ends up remembering that life in the next one.

[ If Apollo actually wants the nitty-gritty, Stefan would provide - but they don't seem particularly relevant (or less confusing) at this moment in time. ]

What was "amnesia" turned out to be me remembering the old life. [ . . . ] If old-me died, then theoretically, his marriage would be over. But if old-me got reborn as new-me, am I still bound to that?

[Apollo won't ask him to divulge anything he doesn't want to, unless it seems like he's omitting something important. At the moment, he begins to furiously scribble notes, trying to be as detailed as possible. He wrinkles his nose at the mention of reincarnation though--not that he doesn't believe it, oh no, he's seen too much shit NOT to, but moreso the fact that it seems like he can never escape fantastical work. Even in space!

He taps the pencil on his chin and shakes his head at the question.]

Hm. . .honestly, that's a bit tricky. Your physical body dying while your spirit is manifesting in a new one can create all sorts of loopholes. I'd say it relies on two key factors.

Do you consider yourself the exact same person as the one in your previous life? Your experiences, your ideals, would you still call them your own?

And also, er, what kind of person are you a reincarnation of? Some ill fated lover? A guy continuously down on his luck? A king?? [He may have watched one too many dramas involving this kind of stuff, too.]

i hope ur decent im coming over

That's fine.

I shower in my suit so I am always prepared.

oh is that how u wash it

i like it

i should do ti for my jakcet

It's like steam cleaning, definitely try it.

Note: jk do not actually try it oh my god

apollo justice do u really think ill ruin the jacket ive been pining for for years in the name of sicence

actually dont answer that

I'll exercise my right to remain silent on that, just for you.

ur the best pollo

anyway im almost there so ill see u

Alright, my place is unlocked.

[he was likely lounging and jotting down notes in his journal/diary, but he sits up, waiting. At this point, his room's still fairly simple, though he probably has his own pet rock now. It is a very good paper weight. ]

[It doesn't take Clay long to get to Apollo's room, where he gives a couple of knocks before letting himself in.]

Hey! [Speaking of that beloved jacket, he has it on now, and he keeps it on as he makes his way in and sits beside Apollo.] Did I interrupt anything?

[Good, it looks better on him than on Apollo's sad shoulders. He grins, lazily waving his pencil.]

Nah, just tracking some updates. What's up, not going asteroid hopping today?

[Yeah Apollo's shoulders aren't nearly broad enough to pull off the look.]

Thought I'd take the day off. [He grins in return, leaning his head to the side as if he can see what Apollo's writing.] Any cool updates? [Anything SCIENTIFIC??]

[Clay may catch some quick notes--he sure has learned a crapton about rocks recently, but also a line of I can't believe I completed a drug run no one can ever know--!

And he might catch a few names Apollo hasn't mentioned before. WHO COULD THEY BE.]

On the science side of things? I've learned a great deal about the consistency of moss and its quote unquote therapeutic properties. But otherwise, not much. Aren't you supposed to be the professor here?

Unlike you, I'm not looking too deeply into moss that could or could not be therapeutic. [He raises an eyebrow, looking absolutely amused] Did you really do a drug run? Isn't that illegal?

Gkk--! DRUG RUN IS A CODENAME! [he is just yelling for the camera. JUST IN CASE THIS MAKES ITS WAY BACK HOME, so they can't use it against him!!]

--that is, I may have allegedly completed some sort of risky task. And it's only illegal if you get caught.

[Apollo the whole thing was probably filmed you know]

So what you're saying is, you can break any kind of law as long as you're not caught?

[SHHHH let him believe]

Technically. . .

Yes.

Obviously it doesn't make it right or lawful, there are always loopholes to exploit, but that's how it goes.

Edited 2017-05-05 04:38 (UTC)

Hmmmmmm... I'll keep that in mind.

[EYEBROW WAGGLING. Totally not serious, but hey.]

[still SUSPICIOUS]

Eeeh, really? Just what are you scheming?

Wouldn't you like to know?

[He says with his eyes narrowed playfully]

. . .uh huh.

Well, when you end up on the news, call me and I'll defend you. You'll get the Best Friend discount rate.

Haha! Good to know I've got someone to fall back of if that happens!

[Come on Apollo, has he ever done anything unlawful in his life

please don't count drugging his mentor against his will IT WAS FOR THE GREATER GOOD]

Wait, don't some of your clients give you no money at all?

[It's okay bro there's no judgment of drugging space larry, he understands.]

Er--well, those are Special Case discounts. Maybe eventually they'll follow up on payment. . .

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