i don't belong here
"These cookies are so stale," Kat says to no one in particular. It's natural the cookies are stale. The cookies are Katja's. These cookies are very old. "I mean, they're ridiculously stale. But I can't stop eating them. They are the most delicious stale cookies in the world. They taste like amazing. But. But. They're all dry and gross. That doesn't even make sense. How can they both be the stalest cookies currently in existence and be so ridiculously tasty? I mean, if I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life, I might choose these cookies. And I don't even like sweets that much. Well, I don't like food that much. So maybe it makes sense. It's not like I really need to eat all the time. I could just eat cookies forever. They are rather amazing cookies. Such a complex flavor."
She straightens up, holding a cookie up to the light. She probably shouldn't be bringing her own cookies to the coffee shop, but fuck them. These are the best cookies ever created.
"What would I do without these cookies?" she mumbles. "I don't even have the recipe. Someday, I'll be out of them and then where will I be? What will I have left? No cookies, that's for sure."
Molly is also in the Coffee Shop, scribbling in barely legible Japanese on napkins. There are napkins everywhere. Her entire table is covered in napkins and post-it notes, going from barely legible to complete gibberish. The floor is scattered with the notes. She's visibly twitchy, downing yet another cup of coffee. Soon enough, she'll have to go to the bathroom and do a couple more lines. She shouldn't be in public. She shouldn't be in public like this. She needs to get her wings out. She can't fall asleep. Not now. Not here. Not yet.
She's almost figured it all out. The connections. She can almost see them. She'll find them. She has to. Now. Now. Now. Not later. Now.
If only that woman would just shut up. Usually, she would eat up a person like that but right now, she just needs to figure this out. She can't yell at her. She can't. That would ruin everything. This is ruining everything. But. But. But. She just. She'll finish it.
Matoi is standing with a hose near the Kashtta basement. She's busy flooding it. The fish will be so happy. The squids will be so happy. Everything will be happy. Especially Owen. They can even get a shark and create their own ecosystem.
040798-332 is busy breaking a music box into small pieces at a picnic bench in the park. We doesn't know how it works, but that's not what matters. There's a piece in it that we needs. And it can't be hurt. So piece after piece it will gently come apart until the last is exposed. The one we needs. The one the Bestowed needs. Same thing. We is Bestowed, even if it doesn't Network properly.
Jessi is not okay. She's pacing back and forth outside of Biosys, her wings up and mantled. The expression on her face looks somewhere between her wanting to break down and cry and wanting to kill someone. She doesn't know how she's going to handle working here, but she has to. How else is she going to take care of Kaden, if she can't even get into his work, in case of emergency?
Right now, she's wishing that she'd never quit smoking. Part of her is wishing she never came to Chicago. What-- what they do to people here is just so disgusting. She doesn't know what to do. She can't talk. She can't tell anyone what they do here. She's well aware of the consequences of that. Lovely employee memo, that was.
So she'll just try to blow it all off. She's good enough at going numb when she needs to. So why can't she right now?
She straightens up, holding a cookie up to the light. She probably shouldn't be bringing her own cookies to the coffee shop, but fuck them. These are the best cookies ever created.
"What would I do without these cookies?" she mumbles. "I don't even have the recipe. Someday, I'll be out of them and then where will I be? What will I have left? No cookies, that's for sure."
Molly is also in the Coffee Shop, scribbling in barely legible Japanese on napkins. There are napkins everywhere. Her entire table is covered in napkins and post-it notes, going from barely legible to complete gibberish. The floor is scattered with the notes. She's visibly twitchy, downing yet another cup of coffee. Soon enough, she'll have to go to the bathroom and do a couple more lines. She shouldn't be in public. She shouldn't be in public like this. She needs to get her wings out. She can't fall asleep. Not now. Not here. Not yet.
She's almost figured it all out. The connections. She can almost see them. She'll find them. She has to. Now. Now. Now. Not later. Now.
If only that woman would just shut up. Usually, she would eat up a person like that but right now, she just needs to figure this out. She can't yell at her. She can't. That would ruin everything. This is ruining everything. But. But. But. She just. She'll finish it.
Matoi is standing with a hose near the Kashtta basement. She's busy flooding it. The fish will be so happy. The squids will be so happy. Everything will be happy. Especially Owen. They can even get a shark and create their own ecosystem.
040798-332 is busy breaking a music box into small pieces at a picnic bench in the park. We doesn't know how it works, but that's not what matters. There's a piece in it that we needs. And it can't be hurt. So piece after piece it will gently come apart until the last is exposed. The one we needs. The one the Bestowed needs. Same thing. We is Bestowed, even if it doesn't Network properly.
Jessi is not okay. She's pacing back and forth outside of Biosys, her wings up and mantled. The expression on her face looks somewhere between her wanting to break down and cry and wanting to kill someone. She doesn't know how she's going to handle working here, but she has to. How else is she going to take care of Kaden, if she can't even get into his work, in case of emergency?
Right now, she's wishing that she'd never quit smoking. Part of her is wishing she never came to Chicago. What-- what they do to people here is just so disgusting. She doesn't know what to do. She can't talk. She can't tell anyone what they do here. She's well aware of the consequences of that. Lovely employee memo, that was.
So she'll just try to blow it all off. She's good enough at going numb when she needs to. So why can't she right now?