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morethan084) wrote2018-08-10 12:40 pm
morethan084) wrote2018-08-10 12:40 pm
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Hi!
Who is this?
[Of course she knows who it is.]
Hey lol.
Sure. Where were you thinking?
[There weren't very many options around here, but she'll still leave it up to Clara.]
Who is this?
[Of course she knows who it is.]
Hey lol.
Sure. Where were you thinking?
[There weren't very many options around here, but she'll still leave it up to Clara.]
Hair of the Dog, on main street. It was pretty chill the one time I went there.
Probably a good idea that it does.
Unless you want something less low key.
[She's actually serious about that too. But she's hoping Clara is just joking.]
Unless you want something less low key.
[She's actually serious about that too. But she's hoping Clara is just joking.]
Cool.
[Skye shows up to the bar a few minutes beforehand and is a little surprised to see not as busy as she thought it would be, considering it's the weekend and also just a few days before Christmas. She doesn't spot Clara, so once she finds a spot for them both to sit she texts her.]
Hey. I'm here.
[Skye shows up to the bar a few minutes beforehand and is a little surprised to see not as busy as she thought it would be, considering it's the weekend and also just a few days before Christmas. She doesn't spot Clara, so once she finds a spot for them both to sit she texts her.]
Hey. I'm here.
[Clara sees Skye before her phone even pings, entering the bar just moments later. A blast of cold air pushes in behind her, and she squints against it.]
Hey!
[She flags Skye as she approaches, peeling off leather gloves. A black and white helmet is tucker under her arm.]
Hey!
[She flags Skye as she approaches, peeling off leather gloves. A black and white helmet is tucker under her arm.]
Hey.
[Skye stands as Clara approaches, only noticing as she got closer that she had a motorcycle helmet?]
You ride a motorcycle?
[Skye stands as Clara approaches, only noticing as she got closer that she had a motorcycle helmet?]
You ride a motorcycle?
[Oh, well, don't mind if she runs a hand through her tousled hair and preens a bit at that.]
Yeah. Came with me from home.
[Smiling, she slides into the seat across from Skye (and pretends that her feet reach the floor).]
Maybe I'll give you a ride, sometime.
Yeah. Came with me from home.
[Smiling, she slides into the seat across from Skye (and pretends that her feet reach the floor).]
Maybe I'll give you a ride, sometime.
Seriously?
[Meanwhile, Skye had to make herself a drivers license because she didn't pass hers.
The smile doesn't leave her face as she takes a seat.]
Yeah, I'd like that.
[Skye had been looking forward to this ever since Clara had texted her the other day. It was nice to do something that felt normal and didn't revolve around messed up situations. Of course, it was hard to avoid those sorts of situations in this place. But, so far today has gone pretty good.]
How's life been now that you aren't stuck living in a tree?
[Meanwhile, Skye had to make herself a drivers license because she didn't pass hers.
The smile doesn't leave her face as she takes a seat.]
Yeah, I'd like that.
[Skye had been looking forward to this ever since Clara had texted her the other day. It was nice to do something that felt normal and didn't revolve around messed up situations. Of course, it was hard to avoid those sorts of situations in this place. But, so far today has gone pretty good.]
How's life been now that you aren't stuck living in a tree?
[Oh, Skye wouldn’t want to see Clara in a car. The motorcycle is where it ends.]
Well, my best friend showed up. So I’ve been getting that all sorted.
[Leaving Skye to imagine that this mystery best friend is some similarly aged young woman, who knows Clara through perfectly normal means.]
What about yourself?
Well, my best friend showed up. So I’ve been getting that all sorted.
[Leaving Skye to imagine that this mystery best friend is some similarly aged young woman, who knows Clara through perfectly normal means.]
What about yourself?
Really?
[There have been a lot of surprises since Skye has gotten here, but she's never had someone she knew from back home show up here. Which, partially, she's glad about. She wouldn't want anyone else to be dealing with this, but she misses the team desperately.]
How's that been going?
[Skye feels it's safe to assume Clara is happy to have her best friend here, but maybe she's feeling the same way Skye does about all of this.]
Spent most of my Friday making paper snowflakes, so, my week has been pretty wild.
[Not to brag or anything.]
[There have been a lot of surprises since Skye has gotten here, but she's never had someone she knew from back home show up here. Which, partially, she's glad about. She wouldn't want anyone else to be dealing with this, but she misses the team desperately.]
How's that been going?
[Skye feels it's safe to assume Clara is happy to have her best friend here, but maybe she's feeling the same way Skye does about all of this.]
Spent most of my Friday making paper snowflakes, so, my week has been pretty wild.
[Not to brag or anything.]
[There's a box at her preferred place in F.E.A.R, either her desk, or anywhere else in the building. A box wrapped in bright red foil, a silky silver ribbon tied around it with a bow on top. Inside the box is bright yellow scarf with a matching hat. On top of the pile is a simple piece of white cardstock paper with elegant cursive words penned in red ink (notice a pattern?), as if written with a quill or a fountain pen.
Happy holidays.
Who could have sent it? Well, all that red looks a lot like the red a certain second-in-command likes to wear, right?]
Happy holidays.
Who could have sent it? Well, all that red looks a lot like the red a certain second-in-command likes to wear, right?]
[A neatly wrapped box is delivered containing an assortment of chocolate and gingerbread cutout cookies - enough to share between everyone in the house.
With it is a small hand-written note, the chicken-scratch writing just barely legible:]
Happy holidays.
- B
P.S. Stay clear of mushrooms.
With it is a small hand-written note, the chicken-scratch writing just barely legible:]
Happy holidays.
- B
P.S. Stay clear of mushrooms.
Oh yeah, totally.
[This is why they got on so well in the first place. Skye appreciates it when someone can be as sarcastic and teasing as she is with others.]
So, what do you want to drink?
[Even though this was Clara's suggestion, she figures she could at least buy the first round.]
[This is why they got on so well in the first place. Skye appreciates it when someone can be as sarcastic and teasing as she is with others.]
So, what do you want to drink?
[Even though this was Clara's suggestion, she figures she could at least buy the first round.]
Cool.
[Going over to the bar, Skye doesn’t have to wait long for their drinks to be made. It’s nothing super fancy or exciting, but she went with Jack and Coke for the both of them. Giving the bartender a tip, Skye brings their drinks back over and sets Clara’s in front of her before sitting back down.]
Have you had jack and coke before?
[Going over to the bar, Skye doesn’t have to wait long for their drinks to be made. It’s nothing super fancy or exciting, but she went with Jack and Coke for the both of them. Giving the bartender a tip, Skye brings their drinks back over and sets Clara’s in front of her before sitting back down.]
Have you had jack and coke before?
[Clara puts on a bright smile, thanks Skye, and silently regrets every choice that led her to this moment in life.]
At some point, I'm sure. Uni, probably.
[Sounding a bit as if she can't quite recall her wild university days, which is a bit of an exaggeration. She spent a lot more time with books than she did with booze.]
I'm a bit of a heavyweight, just as a heads up.
[Because she's not quite ready to tell Skye that she's sort of dead, and this is a much easier way of saying that the alcohol won't affect her.]
At some point, I'm sure. Uni, probably.
[Sounding a bit as if she can't quite recall her wild university days, which is a bit of an exaggeration. She spent a lot more time with books than she did with booze.]
I'm a bit of a heavyweight, just as a heads up.
[Because she's not quite ready to tell Skye that she's sort of dead, and this is a much easier way of saying that the alcohol won't affect her.]
[Skye's eyebrows raise in surprise when she mentions being a heavyweight when it came to drinking.]
Really? Is that a challenge I hear?
[Skye hadn't planned on getting wasted tonight, but it's not like she had to do anything tomorrow either.]
Really? Is that a challenge I hear?
[Skye hadn't planned on getting wasted tonight, but it's not like she had to do anything tomorrow either.]
[Clara laughs, a little surprised at the response.]
Nah, I just don't want you wondering later when you're in your cups and I'm not.
[It's a bit of a joke, but also not; Clara's just concerned that Skye will think she's taking advantage of her, letting her drink her fill while staying completely sober over here on purpose.]
Nah, I just don't want you wondering later when you're in your cups and I'm not.
[It's a bit of a joke, but also not; Clara's just concerned that Skye will think she's taking advantage of her, letting her drink her fill while staying completely sober over here on purpose.]
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