If no truths are spoken then no lies can hide [ OPEN ]

[sting_to_death]

Characters: Lin (sting_to_death) and OPEN!
Date/Time: From the 21st to the 23rd, plus the 27th and the 28th, take your pick!
Location: Outside the Hatchery during her shift/Bazaar/outside Bastet's window/Melee Island/Section 3/idk she gets around. Ask if you aren't sure ♥
Rating: TBD.
Summary: Lin has a beautiful speech bubble over her head giving away what she'

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Hatchery, 28th, between shifts?

[unevoked]

Really, Castor was glad to get to the hatchery. There were far fewer people, usually just the guards, greeters, anyone watching cocoons or any newborns, and it made having a giant bubble full of bullshit over him more tolerable. At least, when compared to the bazaar-- Here, he could just mention that he had no idea why there was a little speech bubble filling with everything from little cartoon kittens playing to what looked like the fine print of some kind of contract.

At least, he was glad to get out of the bustle of the bazaar and all the people craning to look or read whatever was appearing now, until he saw Lin-- with the same kind of stupid bubble of words over her as he had.

He hadn't been expecting to see her much while she had been upset with him-- she made the schedule after all, didn't she? But that didn't mean they'd never cross paths, especially working in the same place. Annoyed, he glanced down, simply lifting a hand to acknowledge her as the bubble continued its tangent:

...for he is truly his brother's keeper and

[sting_to_death]

Even knowing this was going to happen, Lin was anything but happy to see him. She took her duty seriously, and had no chance, with all the people asking to stay home, with all the people turned into children. She couldn't even tell them to come to work anyway, because she had stayed home too, whenever a curse involving virginity struck-- and besides, a bunch of children running around would have been a problem rather than a solution.

Lin frowned and looked away as Castor came closer. What was there to say? She was still angry. He was still angry, too, probably. But they had to get over it enough to work together.

Which basically meant stand there in silence and not look at each other the whole time. But Lin had to-- just a peek at his cloud... But, it makes absolutely no sense was what appeared in hers when she did.

I should have expected someone like him to have crazy thoughts. Or has he found out how to hide his real thoughts? Maybe if I were constantly reciting poems in mind--?Was that even a poem? Lin looked away again, quickly

[unevoked]

He caught her glance over-- and up at the cloud above his head, lips curving down in an annoyed frown. So she had the same garbled mess as him. He glanced up to hers out of curiosity, pausing for a moment.

While yeah, his made absolutely no sense, hers almost seemed to fit.

You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

--Whereas his own was still contextless trash.

"You need something?" He asked, his glance sharpening a bit. If they could get through a brief exchange without commenting on one another's stupid little speech bubbles, it would be a miracle-- especially as much as hers fit-- Hiding real thoughts? Reciting poetry?

They got the metric system there, they wouldn't know what the fuck a quarter pounder was.

It was different, at least. Why would his be completely incoherent, but hers almost seem to fit the situation at hand? It was just enough to spurn his curiosity, though.

[sting_to_death]

Now Lin took a step back, if Castor was being tortured with her same thing, then there was really something wrong with him. Those were his thoughts? Really?

That's creepy. He's not smart enough to figure out how to hide his thoughts, if I haven't found a way it's impossible he succeeded. So he must be crazy.

She wasn't really in the mood for one of their usual 'conversations' where they'd snipe back and forth at each other, even though they hadn't for a while and she did miss them. But it seemed that whether she agreed or not, her thoughts were dead-set on starting a fight.

He's always been crazy. Now everything makes sense.

"--No." So she'd pretend she wasn't thinking anything, or that he couldn't read.

It's been a while since we last talked.

[unevoked]

He paid less attention to her words as he did the sprawling tangents-- Something was wrong here. Either with his own, or with hers-- Her words were entirely too coherent and timely for them not to be true-- and they sounded like exactly what he expected she wanted to say.

What ain't no country I know. Do they speak English in What?

--Whereas his own were... yeah. His brows furrowed, making it no secret he was looking at the words, before he glanced to her again. "...You know mine don't got anything to do with me, right?" Better not to call her out on having her thoughts exposed-- at least not directly. But he could still mention that he wasn't crazy.

English, Motherfucker, can you speak it!?

He gave another flat look up to the words of her thoughts-- At least it was easy to converse, this way. And it wasn't as though any of those thoughts seemed particularly private. "...Yeah, been a while. I thought you were still pissed."

[sting_to_death]

Lin raised both eyebrows when he told her those weren't his real thoughts. Maybe, slowly, she was going to realize on her own, but if he hadn't said it she would have kept assuming he was completely crazy for a long while.

The way he spoke implied he had already noticed Lin's thoughts, unlike his, were true. But she wasn't too distressed by that, after all she had come there that day assuming Castor was going to be able to literally read her mind, unless for some miracle a curse had struck him and he was suddenly blind or had a plant growing in front of his eyes that didn't let him see.

I am still angry. Much as it annoyed her to have her thoughts exposed, at least that meant she didn't have to speak. But I miss talking to you.

Lin's right eyebrow twitched. "Not a word. And don't look at me."

She crossed her arms on her chest and leaned back against the wall, pointedly not looking at him.

It's going to be a long shift.