Great! [Said with a bright grin.] We can look fools together.
I think it's supposed to be a menu? But there's no one running the counter. Seems like a similar make and model as these funny glass slabs they gave us, but they don't seem to interact much.
Maybe...
[He lightly brushes the round DRINKS blotch on the screen, and suddenly it's showing off six varieties of fountain soda.]
End of the line, looks like. [He scans the high cliffside. So many perforations, like honeycomb in a hive.
Alarmingly like it, in fact. He frowns. Could be imagining it, but the more he looks the more he's certain there's a pattern. It's not even close to the engineered perfection of a good old beehive, but damn, it's lining up a little too perfect to just be freak weather phenomena.
[morning is perhaps a little early for alcohol, but someone is double-dead, so you know what, all bets are off. which isn't to say waner is getting plastered, because she isn't; rather, she's seated at a table with her phone open to the death announcement, a notebook in which she's scribbling notes in front of her, and a small glass of rice wine off to the side.
there's a lipstick stain on the rim, and it seems there's just a bit of the liquid missing; she's only taken a sip or two. but her brows are pinched, and after a moment, she takes another sip before scribbling something else down.
she doesn't seem to notice anyone approaching, but she also seems to be focusing pretty hard.]
[we are ignoring friday because oof everything happens so much
anyway! that sure was a trial.
once it's over and they leave the church, waner just heads straight for the garden in the park instead. who cares if it's late? she needs some fresh air. and maybe a walk among the flowers will help her get her head on straight again.
she nods when she hears the footsteps of someone approaching, though. hello.]
[it really did we can assume they had drinks and were sad.
Richie will nod too upon spotting her. He didn't beeline over, kind of puttered a bit before deciding he was too antsy to get anywhere fast. It's why her being her takes him by surprise, already tapping a fresh smoke out of his carton.
He nods, and politely puts it back. Into the pocket you go.]
...Hey. Did you want a minute? I can find somewhere else to be, I don't mind.
[they're at the bar. she's allowed to drink. it's legal where she's from.
which is to say that she's sipping at a glass of rice wine when she spots richie. he is probably too injured for the bar but like, if he wants to drink she won't judge.]
What a coincidence. I've been told the same about my personality. [A taste acquired and then quickly unacquired, according to a few very beautiful women. C'est la vie.] I'll give it a whirl.
[holds his glass up for a cheers.]
Maybe it's not much of a celebration...here's to getting through another one. In mostly one piece.
Pretty wild one, too. I can't say I could dream up half the shit in the collective repertoire. Hard not to get goosebumps taking it all in. [He'll take a seat. Assigns them still at the bar bc why not, we love a drink.] I do wonder if we won't be using them for more than an interrogation.
...Welcome back, by the way. [He offers a small smile. Grim but warm.] It's good to see you back as you were. All of you.
It's hard for me to imagine what most of these things might be used for, but then... most of what has happened to us feels like something more than I could have imagined before living through it, too. [so. y'know.] ...it is good to be back, and to see you again, as well.
It's alright. You're not the only one who did. [and she did not bother to correct them really because there wasn't anyone else named "su" here so it was fairly obvious who they meant when they called her that.] I'm doing fine. What about you?
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W0 FIRST FRIDAY (evicts us from captcha)
Richie looks back to the wee lass behind him, frowning.]
I'm not holding you up, am I?
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I am not sure how to use that thing either.
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I think it's supposed to be a menu? But there's no one running the counter. Seems like a similar make and model as these funny glass slabs they gave us, but they don't seem to interact much.
Maybe...
[He lightly brushes the round DRINKS blotch on the screen, and suddenly it's showing off six varieties of fountain soda.]
Oh! Hold on now.
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How did you do that?
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[He does it again, frowning as he lightly pats the Root Beer option. Suddenly there's a fresh paper cup on the bar, plastic top with a straw and all.]
Jesus, that's eerie. I think you just poke at whatever you want to eat?
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W0 MONDAY
Richie steps off the train with a low whistle.]
Stick close to me, okay?
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she draws close to richie.]
Yes, sir. [...] What is this place...?
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Alarmingly like it, in fact. He frowns. Could be imagining it, but the more he looks the more he's certain there's a pattern. It's not even close to the engineered perfection of a good old beehive, but damn, it's lining up a little too perfect to just be freak weather phenomena.
Or worse.]
Hey. Peggy-Su. What do you imagine made all this?
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Perhaps... people mining for something?
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there's a lipstick stain on the rim, and it seems there's just a bit of the liquid missing; she's only taken a sip or two. but her brows are pinched, and after a moment, she takes another sip before scribbling something else down.
she doesn't seem to notice anyone approaching, but she also seems to be focusing pretty hard.]
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anyway! that sure was a trial.
once it's over and they leave the church, waner just heads straight for the garden in the park instead. who cares if it's late? she needs some fresh air. and maybe a walk among the flowers will help her get her head on straight again.
she nods when she hears the footsteps of someone approaching, though. hello.]
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Richie will nod too upon spotting her. He didn't beeline over, kind of puttered a bit before deciding he was too antsy to get anywhere fast. It's why her being her takes him by surprise, already tapping a fresh smoke out of his carton.
He nods, and politely puts it back. Into the pocket you go.]
...Hey. Did you want a minute? I can find somewhere else to be, I don't mind.
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No, it is alright. I just wanted to get some air after all of that. ...I imagine many of us do.
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You bet.
[Was anyone going to be resting easy this evening? He thinks not.]
Are you still feeling queasy? About pinning down the evidence?
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which is to say that she's sipping at a glass of rice wine when she spots richie. he is probably too injured for the bar but like, if he wants to drink she won't judge.]
...would you like to join me?
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[is it wise...his blood levels have yet to rally after he lost so much of it but jesus god, who gives a shit?
Richie will pull up a stool and sit gingerly on it, looking at her cup.]
What are we drinking, Peggy Su?
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[she'll pour him a glass.]
See if you like it... I'm told it can be a bit of an acquired taste.
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[holds his glass up for a cheers.]
Maybe it's not much of a celebration...here's to getting through another one. In mostly one piece.
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W7 WEDNESDAY
What's the sum conclusion of all your notes? I'm curious, now.
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We have a pretty good spread of skills and abilities...
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...Welcome back, by the way. [He offers a small smile. Grim but warm.] It's good to see you back as you were. All of you.
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It's hard for me to imagine what most of these things might be used for, but then... most of what has happened to us feels like something more than I could have imagined before living through it, too. [so. y'know.] ...it is good to be back, and to see you again, as well.
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week 7, saturday
she has a bunch of books about antidotes spread out in front of her, but she looks up when she hears footsteps.]
Richie, hello.
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[He pulls up beside her and drops his return books on the table for now, smiling.]
Or Waner, actually. I hope you'll forgive me, I thought Su was your given name for a bit. Close enough to one back home, for me.
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It's alright. You're not the only one who did. [and she did not bother to correct them really because there wasn't anyone else named "su" here so it was fairly obvious who they meant when they called her that.] I'm doing fine. What about you?