snowblindrpg | [log] love, let the poison bleed out of me [closed]

Characters: Alfie Solomons & Royce Melborn
Location: Downtown, Building 150
Date: Day 229-230
Summary: A couple of girls chase a couple of guys.
Warnings: Nothing out of the usual - violence, description of anomalies, language. Event stuff!

150: A small toy store that sells old-fashioned toys. Dusty, long-forgotten dolls, wooden blocks, and rubber balls line the shelves. There are a few board games, and even some stuffed animals, with polar bears and seals being favored alongside more traditional teddy bears. While the building seems normal enough, it has an eerie feel to it. Are the dolls moving around while you're not looking at them? There's a door near the back that leads to an employees only area, but it's completely empty except for one a chair that has a note glued heavily onto it. The note reads "dont trust the toys. i took a marionette apart and it put itself back together overnight plus every other toy moved up against this door. the chair kept the door closed fine but i still wouldnt trust them". At least there's also a public bathroom readily available.

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I figured it out by reading the box.

They're weird things. Thinner than the ones at home.

[Which hadn't been bad by any means, but he'd been a little wary that they weren't durable enough to get the job done.]

Mm. Seems to be a future thing, doesn't it. Thinner, smaller. Easier to break.

Feels better, though. And they're stronger than you'd think.

[He'd ended up a fan.]

[ man those sound great too bad royce is never going to get laid again ever forever ]

This is not a conversation I thought I'd be having when I woke up this morning. [ He sounds amused, though. ]

You started it, didn't you.

I did. [ He doesn't regret it. He doesn't feel like complete garbage. ] Didn't you say you were going to sleep the whole day?

Nah.

Condoms from the future have got oil on the inside, too. For easier sliding.

[THEY'RE SO GREAT, ROYCE]

[ Royce actually laughs, this time, reaching up to rub at his face. ]

You are so much worse than Hadrian.

Worse. What does he do?

Doesn't do it so much now, but he used to try to tell me about the girls he was interested in. [ Royce glances at Alfie. ] Though at least you know that half the time there isn't going to be more than just sex.

Mm, did he fall in love with all of them?

Mm. Every one of them. [ Royce is probably exaggerating a little here. ] He's like a kicked puppy when he's rejected.

Ah, but that was when he was young, eh?

If by young you mean up until last year. He's just finally found a woman who fell for him back.

Will he stay with her, then, or will he fall out of love?

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Mm... I hope he doesn't. [ Royce closes his eyes. ] He deserves to be happy.

You're a good friend, mate.

I still think about going home. Meeting a woman.

[ It took him ten years, but he finally managed to figure out how to be a good friend. ]

If we get home, you will.

[If they get home. Alfie doesn't think it's likely, but he can't say that to a man with a kid waiting for him - even though he's pretty sure Royce has the same thoughts.]

-- I might ask for those condoms back from you. Just in case, eh?

[ Royce lets his head thud back against the wall. ]

Yeah. You can have them back. Just in case.

Thank you.

[And he'll drift off soon after that.]

[ Royce finds he can't sleep.

He tries, for a good few hours, but mostly, he just stares at the ceiling. Finally, he gets up and moves across the room to stare out into the snow. He watches Gwen and Fiona watch him, watches them get close, and then move back again.

And eventually, when it's been hours and they haven't gone, Royce rests his head against the window and waits for Gwen to come close. When she does, he starts to murmur to her. She almost seems to listen. And that's enough for him to just talk, for a long time, whispered and gentle. Stories, of the two of them. Of what happened after she died. About Mercy. About how scared he is to raise her on his own.

He talks to her long into the night, and she stares down at him, unseeing and horrifying. ]

[The low murmur of Royce's voice doesn't bother Alfie. It's nice, actually. It breaks through his sleep just enough that he's vaguely aware that talking is happening, and it's kind of soothing.

But eventually he does wake, and he realizes who Royce is talking to. He doesn't say anything at first, letting him have his moment, but after a while he rolls over.]

Royce. It's not her.

[ Royce doesn't look away from the glass. ]

... How long were you listening?

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