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unknownseas2020-05-16 03:57 pm
nothingcanstop) wrote in unknownseas2020-05-16 03:57 pm
hey mom, dead mom, i need a little help here
[ ...All of that happened, huh. That's the sentiment each and every week, and it's no different this time. Except, this time they've lost more people than before. Five.
The gathering invitation is slipped under everyone's doors, but it specifies something a little different. ]
[ That's a good two hours or so of difference. Enough time to wander around, for sure.
But, in the garden, at the appointed time, there's a variable arrangement of fresh-cooked food. A good amount of beef stew, some Chinese hot pot, and...watermelon? Just, an absurd amount of watermelon, cut up and set on plates. All the food's set on tables that seem to have been moved from the library, and the ground is littered with blankets, for those who don't want to sit on the grass.
And yes, she did not lie. There is, indeed, a variable fuckton of alcohol. (And coffee, for our underaged.)
This has become routine. But, we're still here. We're still alive. ]
The gathering invitation is slipped under everyone's doors, but it specifies something a little different. ]
[ That's a good two hours or so of difference. Enough time to wander around, for sure.
But, in the garden, at the appointed time, there's a variable arrangement of fresh-cooked food. A good amount of beef stew, some Chinese hot pot, and...watermelon? Just, an absurd amount of watermelon, cut up and set on plates. All the food's set on tables that seem to have been moved from the library, and the ground is littered with blankets, for those who don't want to sit on the grass.
And yes, she did not lie. There is, indeed, a variable fuckton of alcohol. (And coffee, for our underaged.)
This has become routine. But, we're still here. We're still alive. ]
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I-I know, I just--
[ Just what, she doesn't know. So she lands on... ]
I hate this, Zaza.
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I do too. It sodding- [No, they've moved past dwarven swears now.] It fucking sucks. None of us deserve this, none of us asked to be in this awful "experiment". [Even if it did lead her to meeting so many people she now cares about. She pulls away slightly, just enough to look her in the face. She can't tell for sure but she has an inkling what she's feeling- mostly because for a over week now she's had a pit at the bottom of her stomach with the fear that Friday would come and she'd have to look over Mira's cold and still body.]
Mia, I need you to know I'm not going anywhere. I don't care what he throws at us, any secret, any regret, any threat of monster templars or rips in the sky full of demons- I'm not leaving you behind.
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I-- I won't leave you, either. [ She wipes at her eyes, quickly and desperately, and she wonders when the idea of death started to scare her so much. But... it's because she doesn't want Zerinda or Della or Therion or anyone to find her, and-- ] I don't want to leave any of you.
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When we get out of here, [Because it is a when.] you should visit me. We can take a trip to Redcliffe, maybe have a picnic at Lake Calenhad. [A small smile quirks at her lips and sneaks into her voice.] I think you'd like it, if you look at it on a map it's shaped like a rabbit.
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Really? [ She can't keep that tiny sliver of excitement out of her voice. What she says next, though.... the significance in it is hard to miss, isn't it? ] Well... you'll have to adjust for more than just me.
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