Oh, yeah. People know him all over the world. I met him once, at a charity gala in London...
[ That was Jenny Sparks's doing. All the fun parties usually were. But Apollo isn't letting himself think about that too much right now; he curses under his breath at the sight of the cut. He's seen a hell of a lot worse but it's still very, very weird.
He switches out the bloodied compress for new ripped sheets, still smelling slightly of whatever mystery detergent they use in space. Apollo has no idea. The stained bandage is thrown unceremoniously on to the floor with the rest of it, to be incinerated later. Nobody's going to be using those again any time soon. ]
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[ That was Jenny Sparks's doing. All the fun parties usually were. But Apollo isn't letting himself think about that too much right now; he curses under his breath at the sight of the cut. He's seen a hell of a lot worse but it's still very, very weird.
He switches out the bloodied compress for new ripped sheets, still smelling slightly of whatever mystery detergent they use in space. Apollo has no idea. The stained bandage is thrown unceremoniously on to the floor with the rest of it, to be incinerated later. Nobody's going to be using those again any time soon. ]