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[cactusy]

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un: reese | text

[aimsforknees]

Kid named Gorgug Thistlespring has a van here and was interested in cars. I gave him your name.

un: arrow | text

[cactusy]

1. a van isn't a car, it's a living room on wheels.

2. the hell kind of name is Gorgug Thistlespring?

[aimsforknees]

1. So educate him on what a car really is

2. He's not human

[cactusy]

is he an elf from Lord of the Rings?

un: reese | text [1/2]

[aimsforknees]

I think you drive cars well and are a great shot.

[2/2]

[aimsforknees]

Finch and I are doing valentines card challenges.

[cactusy]

you're an ok driver and you could be a worse shot

[She loves you too, Reese.

A second later--]

this is so dumb. can we quit?

sometime pre-mission; text; un: appleaday

[saudades]

shaaaaaaw-saaaaaaaaaan
a little birdie told me you've been looking for a good place to have a drink
as it turns out, such a place has recently made itself available! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
in fact, it's a place a friend once told me that i'd be a fool not to see before i died

it was just a trick, in the end, but it was the first time i'd looked forward to something in ages
and i finally beat him at poker there that night, too

[he may or may not be a little bit drunk already. hard to tell, with Dazai.]

[cactusy]

what the hell are you talking about

[saudades]

[Dazai veritably pouts at his phone before sending a picture of the newly appeared bar he’s at.]

i guess you’re not interested, then. that’s fine.

text | un: finch

[ornithologist]

Thank you for letting me hide in your apartment, but it will no longer be necessary. I'll be moving back downstairs with Mr. Reese tonight.

text | un: arrow

[cactusy]

ok

[Sorry, Harold; this response is not meant to be a slight, it's just Shaw being Shaw.]

[ornithologist]

[ Seeing her username come up makes him realize he knows what it's in reference to now, and he feels a sharp pang of longing for Root and for the Machine. It pushes him past Shaw's usual non-communication. ]

You're more than welcome to visit. It was nice to reminisce.

[ That fact surprises him, since Harold typically doesn't share any part of his grief; but he'd found in trying to extend some comfort to Shaw that it had comforted him as well. ]

text; un: shadowheart (backdated to shortly after the Solmara mission)

[tocastashadow]

The conquering heroes return. All in one piece, I hope?

text: arrow

[cactusy]

if you count dignity, then I've lost more here in 5 minutes than I lost in 2 weeks there

[ She's eating wearing suburban mom clothes. It's awful. ]

[tocastashadow]

Better loss of dignity than loss of life or limb.

Though I know what you mean. This 'uniform' they have me wearing would be too garish for even the most ostentatious of bards.

[She's only just learned what tie-dye is and she doesn't like it.]

un: finch | text

[ornithologist]

A compatriot of Mr. Carver's has just shown up, one he's asked us to protect.

Since they have apparently never had allies before, however, you should approach with caution. I think it will take Mr. Carver some time to convince him not to violently attack anyone. He's asked us to avoid the subway for the time being.

un: arrow

[cactusy]

got it

do we know anything about this guy?

[ornithologist]

[ He doesn't want to share anything said in confidence, but the basics seem appropriate if not up to his normal standards of intel. It feels impossible to share that Carver called him brittle, but it seems like relevant information to communicate to Shaw... so it takes a bit for him to formulate a response. ]

He's younger, a junior in the group but a good fighter. And Mr. Carver is rather protective of him. He called him "Bossie."

ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ { ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ

[her_own_rules]

[ The quiet here in The Library isn't too unlike the quiet of the Clocktower, but Barbara finds it a little easier to breathe. She doesn't expect certain people to be there, somewhere, when she turns around, nor one of her family members crawling in a window unexpectedly, and while there is usually the every-now-and-again library patron to help, today hasn't been that day either. Today's been quiet, with the fewest visitors in a while. It's just her, the shelves of books, silent as sentinels, the quiet tap of the keys on her laptop as she keeps working on parts of the new ILS, and her often refilled cup of tea. ]

[cactusy]

[Her, the shelves of books, and the woman who's just entered - the woman who, by the look of surprise on her face, had also been expecting to find herself alone in the library.]

Uh-- I think we're closed.

[Does the library ever close here? She's actually not sure. Back home, it hadn't been working library, and day visitors weren't something that ever happened regardless. But it's late enough that it surely should be closed, right?]

[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara's look up involves a slightly deviation toward the closest window, before it's back to the woman. Snapping from a focus that often enough has come to a halt on too many nights just before dawn without even realizing night had fallen—but it's still the same day; if evening.

(She didn't miss that 'we're,' either.)

Barbara reaches up and rubs her temples,
the movement pushing her glasses up briefly. ]

Probably.


This whole day's been mostly dead, too.

text | un: finch

[ornithologist]

Would you prefer to be left alone or would you like an assignment?

[ He's coping great, thanks for asking. ]

un: arrow

[cactusy]

[ SORRY, BRO; alas, she is also fucked. ]

assignment

[ornithologist]

[ He trusts Shaw to tell him the truth on this and make an honest assessment of her own state of mind, which is why he'd asked in the first place. ]

Very well. Mr. Bossie needs a distraction, Bear needs exercise, and I need some reconnaissance of Garreg Mach in Bramble Valley. Take the Polaraoids and use the excuse that you're documenting anomalies.