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[creatio]

so, i can't be the only one wondering where our stuff is, right? because i don't know about you guys but i don't usually use a jumpsuit as pajamas, even if i'm taking an impromptu space nap. and even though i'm trying super hard not to think about someone playing nasa barbie while i was unconscious, i can't help but want to know what they've done with everything else.

( Her stele is the thing she's most eager to get back, if she's honest. But she'd take her knife too. Hell, even her actual underwear. )

has anyone come across a closet? or like, a sinister collection of momentos.

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[solarcharged]

[ Apollo has literally zero idea what a Shadowhunter is. He shrugs in reply. ]

Don't think so. I'm pretty sure I'm the opposite of shadow-anything.

[ He cants his head curiously, dropping his illuminated hand a fraction. ]

Runes?

[creatio]

( She's tugging her sleeve up without thinking. Her skin is white, unmarked and Clary blows out a breath, half a laugh. )

Sorry, I keep forgetting I don't have my stele on this ship.

( It feels like part of her is missing, every time she remembers it. ) I can use runes. Because of my Shadowhunter blood. I need something to ignite it though, and unfortunately I didn't get to pack before coming on this terrible vacation. But the sunlight rune kind of does that. More of a beam though. So you're the whole deal, I'm a ray.

( A grin. )

I can't believe you've not got a long list of people following you around with that power.

[solarcharged]

[ Stele. That's a word he hasn't heard before. Apollo cants his head quizzically, solar flare diffusing slightly as he throws Clary a puzzled look. He listens to her explanation and he's pretty sure it sounds like magic, or something like it at least. ]

It might turn up, [ He replies helpfully. ] God knows, weirder things have been teleported on board so far.

[ Somehow. It's still a complete mystery how that keeps happening. ]

God, don't say that too loudly. You'll give everyone ideas. [ He snaps of the glow with a clench of his fist, leaving his perfectly normal outstretched hand. It isn't even smouldering. ]

Sun-worshippers get a bit weird around me. Anything for a California tan...

[creatio]

Your secret's safe with me.

( She taps the side of her nose, offering the smallest of smiles as she does so. Apollo's power may be different than her own, but it's something of a relief anyway. Not that she expects to find demon's in space.

Then again, she didn't expect to find herself in space. )

I promise to only harass you if I start to develop rickets. That's a sun thing, isn't it? ( She actually has no idea, oops. )