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[log] The Hills Have Eyes [closed-ish]
Characters: Watson, Charles, Davesprite, Bucky, Zell, Sora, Kunsel, Homura, and Quark
Location Building 235 (Aquarium) and Building 130 (Pharmacy)
Date: Day 162 - 164
Summary: Eyes appear all around, static and paranoia return, friends arrive with fire, hopefully no one is getting attacked. Later, Bucky, Quark, and John discover evidence of Fiona's murder.
Warnings: References to character death.
[The aquarium has the feel of a small-town tourist attraction, the sort built to give people just stopping to fuel up on petrol a reason to stay for an hour or two. There are various aquariums inside that, according to plaques beside them, once showcased various Alaskan fish; they're empty now. The whole atmosphere is kind of eerie, with the water casting rippling patterns on the walls, ceilings, and floors, but there's hot water in the sinks for anyone who wants it.
What's probably unwanted by everyone is the eyes. They're on the walls, drawn in the frost on the windows, they're on the ceilings, and the static crawls its way over walls and people. The sense of being watched, of being followed, is strong.]
Location Building 235 (Aquarium) and Building 130 (Pharmacy)
Date: Day 162 - 164
Summary: Eyes appear all around, static and paranoia return, friends arrive with fire, hopefully no one is getting attacked. Later, Bucky, Quark, and John discover evidence of Fiona's murder.
Warnings: References to character death.
[The aquarium has the feel of a small-town tourist attraction, the sort built to give people just stopping to fuel up on petrol a reason to stay for an hour or two. There are various aquariums inside that, according to plaques beside them, once showcased various Alaskan fish; they're empty now. The whole atmosphere is kind of eerie, with the water casting rippling patterns on the walls, ceilings, and floors, but there's hot water in the sinks for anyone who wants it.
What's probably unwanted by everyone is the eyes. They're on the walls, drawn in the frost on the windows, they're on the ceilings, and the static crawls its way over walls and people. The sense of being watched, of being followed, is strong.]
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[He floats back a little, and then he's pulling things from his tail. The flower crown gets yanked off the end; the dog leash at his waist untied, and the utility belt it held together drops. The curtain he's wrapped around himself slips looser now and he finishes the movement by pulling it off entirely. And for all Homura's complaints of how kindness is a fool's choice, it doesn't stop him from moving in—if she'll let him—to drape the mass around her shoulders. Though the material is heavy and of an uncomfortable texture, it's warm, and he's sure she can at least use that.]
[He tries chirping to her. Like it or not he's the one here, and he doesn't intend to pull the asshole act in these circumstances.]
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It's all very relative.
Homura draws in a deep breath, mostly to keep herself from bursting into tears (which she's still inclined to want to do, even after everything she's been through) and just shakes her head.]
If I tell you you won't believe me. No one ever does.
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[But he won't believe her, she says? Davesprite spreads his arms. Look at him, Homura. He's a living pile of nonsense, and most people would never believe something like him would exist if not for the proof in front of their eyes. He chirps again. Try him.]
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She sits back, glancing down at the buckler still attached to her wrist.]
I think I've been moving through the timeline.
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[Timeline? Time? He squawks on reflexive surprise, almost grabs her hands—stops—turns and reaches off behind to grab his tablet instead. But before he starts drawing again, he pauses to look at her directly and to nod once firmly.]
[He draws, first, a clock: a circle with twelve little marks along the rim where numbers would be, and the arms for minute and hour. From beside it, a line extending out straight. Then he adds a parallel line, shorter, branched off from the main one; at the end, an arrow points back to the point he started. Above that second line he adds little loops, multiple ones, some overlapping each other there's so many, and another smaller clock above them just in case it wasn't clear enough.]
[Finally, he points to it, then back at himself. He believes you, Homura; he's been there himself.]
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She decides it's probably safest to wait and see what he's doing before making any rash decisions, though one hand is going to her coat pocket to where her letter opener is, in case she needs to defend herself. Thankfully that isn't necessary - she squints at the drawing. It isn't overly clear at first but once those loops start it clicks.]
... You can time travel?
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You did, though. Right? You've time traveled before.
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It's all overwhelming, frankly. She stares down at his hand silently for several long moments, before she simply bursts into tears and latches onto him.
That ice queen thing? A total front for what a crybaby she really is.]
I don't have a better icon for this
[He doesn't push her away. The stiffness fades out after a moment or so, and after a longer one, he with awkward gentleness puts his arms around her and pats her back. He's trying, honestly. She seems like she needs it.]
You need to get one, clearly.
She's relieved and terrified of what this means, and she really has no idea how to deal with any of it anymore.
... Eventually she'll calm down, pulling back so that she can rub at her eyes.]
S... sorry.
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[Instead, he shakes his head gently and reaches into his pocket. Remember that whole deal, Homura? Now he takes the twine back out and holds it out to her in an open palm. Take it. This whole revelation may have been a product of vastly unusual circumstances, but there's no fooling him with the mask anymore.]
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It feels strange to accept the twine, but she does need it. She closes her hand around it with a sigh.]
Thank you.
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[He tugs lightly at the curtain, too. Can he have that back? That he does mean to keep so as not to freeze his tail off during travel.]
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I don't need it anyway.
[She's got her coat. And her... coat. Yes.]
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[He'd offer her something less out of his collection if he had it, but he doesn't really have much. The belt and flower crown are for securing the curtain, and he's not about to give her the bra he's been using as part of his ensemble headgear. There's the bandana, and the sweatband he traded Watson for, but they aren't a lot on their own. If only he'd found a pair of pants. She looks like she could use pants.]
[For now he caws again and motions around in a kind of useless, broad gesture. Anything he can do for her? He's not sure what the next step is after a fellow time traveler from another world has an emotional breakdown on his shoulder.]
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[She hesitates, then... since this would be kind of a serious issue with the weather and all, sighs heavily.]
I've been traveling with a dog. He's very warm.
[And cuddly.]
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[Davesprite blocks his mouth with his curled hand, but it doesn't do a thing to stop the snickering at that mental image.]
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I should get back to him. He's alone out there.
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[So instead he waves to her, then peeps and points to the static/eye gobbledegook shitting up a nearby fish tank. Bye, and be careful.]
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Then pauses, and adds.]
... Try not to die again.
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[Instead he waves again, a little more emphatically. Get going, Homura.]
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But she'll head out, hoping she'll be able to make it back to Dug. Or... time travel back to him, whatever.]