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7 -- I fear rivers overflowing

Oct 26, 2011 15:32

Show of hands; who else thought the lack of weirdness wouldn't last?

Not that I'm complaining about the reprieve. Just saying. It may have looked over, but it didn't feel over. It was too easy, and without any kind of explanation.

Let the reign of It begin.

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[verse]: sweet sounds of the barge, what's my age again?, mr super-cool, someone needs to be the voice of reason , inner geek bathes in smoke & cheap beer, pink's always a professional, fun with clones, [event]: it was a graveyard smash?, beating around the bush

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[Private] likeprofesional October 27 2011, 00:35:02 UTC

Why? [Because clearly there has to be a reason for a gift. HAS TO BE.]

[Private] frickinbaretta October 27 2011, 01:44:57 UTC

You really gonna question? You take care of the first and I'll handle the second. Don't make a thing out of it.

[Translation: I am trying to act like an adult finally. Please don't make me regret it.]

[Private] likeprofesional October 27 2011, 01:57:06 UTC

... Fine. Want to meet for this or what?

[Translation: We can talk if you want.]

[Private] frickinbaretta October 27 2011, 02:38:18 UTC

Unless you've got some genius way of passin' coffee an' smokes through a screen.

[Private] likeprofesional October 27 2011, 02:44:28 UTC

That or you could drop 'em off.

[Awkward pause. This is one.]

Only pointing out the obvious. When and where do you want to meet?

[Private] frickinbaretta October 27 2011, 14:07:53 UTC

...Listen, you don't wanna do it we don't have to. Just figure it's gonna be a long fuckin' trip if we keep avoiding each other.

[Not to be confused with "I Want to Talk About It".]

Wherever an' whenever you want, don't matter to me.

[Private] likeprofesional October 27 2011, 20:43:58 UTC

Who said I was avoiding you? It's a large ship, man. Not like we'd run into each other on a constant fucking basis. Maybe its you who was avoiding me.

[And the point is? No clue, he lost it. He's rambling. A pause, then:]

Your room. You pick the time.

[Private] frickinbaretta October 27 2011, 21:17:35 UTC

[...He's not touching that. You're completely right, Pink, but he's not going there. MOVING RIGHT ALONG.]

Seven.

[Impulsive number selection is impulsive, and sounds it. He dislikes the location because it just OOZES bad idea, but. He'll roll with the punches, and look casually okay with it; it's entirely possible he's just going off of paranoid habit.]

[Private] likeprofesional October 27 2011, 21:51:55 UTC

Sure, I'll be there. [Rather surprised you actually agreed to meet in your room, but hey, no complaints here. Not like this is a Bad Idea or anything.]

Where is it?

[Private] frickinbaretta October 27 2011, 22:11:27 UTC

[...He's already half regretting suggesting the meeting thing in the first place, but he's not PLANNING on it getting weird, so therefore it's evidently not a legitimate concern. He might have argued against the location, but he figures that would only draw attention to the fact that it's a questionable choice.

Plus, in a convoluted way it's only fair.]

Floor five, room nine. See you then.

[Unsaid but almost implied: it's NOT a date.]

[Spam] likeprofesional October 27 2011, 22:35:33 UTC

[Unsaid but agreed upon: most definitely NOT a date. It's a meeting several mornings after from That One Night We Do Not Speak Of. That's all it is.

So he arrives at the appointed time, being casual about it all. Trying to. Telling himself it's not possibly awkward or a bad idea but if he acts nervous then he'll feel nervous and the fucking cop will know.

Casual. Right. It's no big deal. Just a meeting for coffee and cigarettes. Nothing awkward there at all.

... Dammit, he needed something a lot stronger than nicotine for this.

Knock knock, Freddy. Guess fucking who.]

[Spam] frickinbaretta October 28 2011, 01:08:09 UTC

[The door opens and Freddy does his best "oh, you're here?" impression, like he hasn't been stressing over it. He's been trying to talk himself into it being no big deal for the past few hours so he manages to do alright, but it's the little things that might give him away; the twitching fingers behind the unsmoked-but-lit cigarette he's already got going, the too-quick amusement at his arrival.]

Hey. C'mon in.

[He stands aside to let him in and closes the door behind him, gesturing absently to the space.]

Welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself at home.

[A snicker; like it's really anything special. It looks more like a college apartment than that of a grown adult.]

[Spam] likeprofesional October 28 2011, 01:57:09 UTC

[Pink smiles, an expression too quick to be authentic, and he enters in quickly. He does look around though because, hey, why the fuck not. Freddy's been in his room enough times, after all.

...His hands are twitchy. Christ, he should've brought his own cigarettes. But, lacking that, he paces about. Don't mind him, Freddy, he'll just be over here poking at things. Picking up, observing--is that a comic book? Seriously? Yup, now he's checking them out. Spawn and Blade. Okay, then.]

They let you have these on here? Aren't they just, I don't know, distractions or some shit?

[Spam] frickinbaretta October 28 2011, 02:31:11 UTC

[A shrug; Freddy spends a minute or so digging around in a drawer for a spare pack before investigating what Pink's talking about.]

They came with the room. Didn't really think to question it too much, you know? And I mean, it ain't like I've got a charge yet or anything.

It's research.

[Maybe if he says it enough it'll make him sound less juvenile for having them.]

[Spam] likeprofesional October 28 2011, 02:45:39 UTC

[Pink tosses them back in place after flipping through the pages a bit.]

Research. Sure. Because comic books always tell the fucking truth about everything.

[Have a look that says 'You're full of shit' but its not actually said out loud. He leans against the wall, not actually wanting to sit yet, having this idea that if he does he'd be admitting he wants to stay. Which he doesn't.

Now a topic. Fish, fish.]

Don't seem too difficult. The whole warden-inmate thing. Least in my limited experience.

[Spam] frickinbaretta October 28 2011, 03:09:04 UTC

You looked around the place lately? We ain't exactly playing by the normal rules here. Figured it couldn't hurt.

[He sees the look, but he's not touching it. Instinct and training say ignore it, don't give it credence and stick to your guns, so that's what he does. Pink can believe it or not, it's his problem.]

You gonna sit down? You're makin' me nervous.

[He's not, or at least not because he's standing, but it's something to say, something to try to ease the tension.

Nevermind that he's still standing too.]

Wouldn't know, haven't gotten one yet. Your warden working out okay, I'm guessing?

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