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Event Eleven.
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A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for years -- To remember with tears!" | |
Welcome to Awash's eleventh event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
he day is normal. It's a bit chillier than it's been, the nip of fall in the air, but as the new people in the Town settle in... things have gotten peaceful.
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[He's so cheerful for someone volunteering to mindmeld like this, but research is research and these things must be done in the pursuit of knowledge, surely. So he doesn't mind at all, ready to take on whatever comes of this without complaint. Politely.
He gestures again; take his dang hand, Liz. He is Ready.]
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As she reaches out to take his hand, she smiles, which just happens to be the prompting force for her own. So basically they're both about to have a weird time, huh ]
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Maybe it's easier when they know it's coming; it's easily enough that Reim grasps her hand, confident that this is a good idea for the noble pursuit of knowledge no matter how unsettling or embarrassing it may be.
At least from Reim it will just be dunking on Break, because that's how you handle fat old men. Suddenly it's the night of Oz's coming-of-age ceremony, and Reim is standing around ostensibly keeping an eye on things but really listening to an old man whine two feet behind him about the perils of his very existence. Reim is hardly patient with this out loud, to say nothing of the thoughts that go through his mind as the conversation wears on—
To think one man hasn't tired of hearing himself complain after this many years,
and a little bit of, I wonder what literally anyone else in the world is doing right now, and a healthy dose of, This is ridiculous before he twists around to reach behind the decorative curtain and smack this ancient fool upside the head and call him an idiot for sharing all of his troubles, all of which are wrong.
Anyway, Reim is very charming.]
thank u reim please dunk on break since no one else will
Not that this one is pleasant, exactly. But for different reasons...
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She's standing on a pier, or at least it looks like a pier. Off in the distance, there's no water, but only an endless sea of clouds, out of which rises a rather menacing statue of an older man. It's all quite the sight, yet Elizabeth doesn't seem impressed. Quite the opposite, since the first feeling that overwhelms this scene is one of nervousness and anxiety. She's hugging her arms close to herself as she looks around, and the path between the two buildings is littered with bodies.
She looks at one of them, a woman that doesn't seem like she's much older than Elizabeth herself, and guilt settles there, but it's only briefly. A man shouts her name from the building reading "TICKETS" and with a start, she runs that way. Despite the grisly scene and the fact that the man she runs to is clearly the one to cause this carnage, all of those appropriately negative feelings are gone in an instant.
Because he's digging through the trash. Disgust pretty quickly replaces all of that as he takes an apple out and takes a bite.
"Ugh... Mr. Dewitt, you don't have to-- Hold on."
She shakes her head as she crouches at some of the benches to look underneath. She sees a purse and starts to pull it towards her, and when she opens it up to see a round, blue container, there's a flash of happiness. Whatever it is, she's found what she was hoping. ]
Oh— [ With her memory on the tail end of that swap, she's briefly wearing a sort of quizzical, tired expression, because it's just a reminder of for all the dreams she had of a knight in shining armor coming to save her... Booker really was the exact opposite of that. She shakes her head as she shakes it off almost physically, but she laughs. ]
It seems like you have to look after someone troublesome too.
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Until the man eating out of the garbage turns up, and for a moment, Reim isn't sure if he's feeling her disgust or his own. Good gracious. He's left frowning slightly, put off by eating food out of the trash!! when the memory fades.
So that's something. He can't help but laugh dryly,] You have my greatest sympathies.
Yours is... [Hm; no, there's nothing he can say that makes eating out of the trash seem like an endearing but still unfortunate trait, so he says,] Why?
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I- I don't really know. There's other food around, usually, but...
[ She trails off as she basically silently psychoanalyzes Booker for a moment, since it was always just gross over anything else when she saw Booker pull out some half-eaten food to finish it off. It also never really seemed like the thing she should be focusing on at the time. ]
He's either impatient, or he doesn't trust the food in Columbia. It could be both.