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[hottest_shot]

Heyyyyyyyyy, you know who you've got, babe. Say what you've gotta say.

[A long pause.

Shuffling.

Cloth.

Clatter.


Another long pause.


The actual cacophony of Finch's dorm.

And if you haven't hung up YET:]

Saints! Is this still o-?

[BEEEEEEEEEP.]

Comments

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

His family really had the bees, ya know?

And I don't think he got out much, when he was younger.

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

[Please know that all this has done is add Beekeeper Henry to the lore. Did they have apiaries AND textiles? Is honey that valuable??]

Or older, by the sound?

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

Older too, I'd wager.

He ain't that street-smart, but he's real good with books and paperwork and things, and he could give the widow a run for her money, everything he knows about cults.

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

[There's a sneaky sort of curiosity.]

Was he.. in one? Tell me he was in one. So much would make so much more sense.

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

Think he might've been.

Or -- his family was.

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

... [That's a stomach drop]

Oh.

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

Yeah.

[Concern, low and thick and heavy]

Anyway -- I better not say nothing else.

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

Yeah. I mean, I'll ask him and then just sit and be confused and slightly alarmed by the answers.

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

[That concern hasn't abated; it's a little tangled, a low knot somewhere down deep]

Don't -- push too hard, yeah? If he don't want to say nothing.

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

It's Finch. We DON'T ... usually at all.

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

That sort of a thing, huh?

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

I think everyone's a bit of a minefield in their own way. Except me, of course.

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

Sorry, chief. Your mines are just painted bright orange and yellow.

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

... Why orange and yellow, outside of great colors for my skin tone.

Note: This is not me accepting what you just said as remotely possible.

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

You flash em up some, so no one sees they're mines.

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

...



[It's realization, some embarrassment, and some guilt. Also some weird fondness at that and relief. There's something in getting called on it.]



...........

SO! Lets see what we can do with this, shall we?

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

Right. No better way to tell than trying.

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

Right-



- Is this the time to warn you I am NOT actually good at my own - you know, the stuff.

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

You ain't going to make a hole in me or nothing, are ya?

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

HAS THAT HAPPENED?

I am STRICTLY non hole making!

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

We're comboing up, bo.

Who says you and me ain't going to make a hole in nothing.

-- but let's give this a go.

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

RIGHT, lets aim this away from us?!

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

Best way to aim the parts that might do something screwy.

[But that sense of nothing uncoils from inside of him -- extends outward, like an offer]

Re: Day 65, morning

[hottest_shot]

[He reaches out in turn. It's a different feeling. Smells a bit like the ground after a fresh rain, it's potential, it's the grounding of lightning, it .. twines not perfectly...

But easily enough.

The sense of potential grows.]

Re: Day 65, morning

[nowyouseemenowyoudont]

Oh, there we go.

[He shifts, a little. There's a sense of guiding that potential out away from them, toward something else -- letting it run ahead of them a little, to where it tends to veer]