day (morning) | video | and everything under the sun is in tune, but the sun is eclipsed by the moon

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[ Rebecca hasn't been heard from since the end of the Ten Years Later event, and with good reason. In the beginning, she had chosen to do something that a few others had done: close herself off. The emotions and the memories were too much, the phantom weight of a ring on her left hand haunting her. Soon after, however, she had fallen asleep,

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[gumshoewizard]

[When Rebecca's voice comes on over the PORTAL, Harry knows its time to face the music. Trying to smooth his face into something not hideously awkward and sad. He might be succeeding. Maybe.]

Hey...I guess we need to talk.

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[ She swallows, nodding. There's movement at the foot of her bed, and Ollie jumps up, resting his head on her lap. She strokes his ears before replying. ]

Yeah. I guess we do.

[gumshoewizard]

Look, I...

I dont want to do this on the network. I'd...like to meet somewhere. Wherever you're comfortable with.

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Harry, I just found out that one of my best friends is in a coma. 'Comfortable' isn't a word that applies to me right now.

[gumshoewizard]

[Shit...]

Right, sorry. Look, I'll be over in a bit if you want to talk.

[needsheadphones]

[ One of your friends from when he was here, too. :c ]

I'll be here.

[gumshoewizard]

[Damnit. If Desmond was here, he'd probably punch him in the face for this.]

I'll be there.

[Knock knock? He's here with Mouse in tow and a crate of Mac's dark ale, still nicely frosted. And...maybe some cookies? Harry isnt the master of comforting in times of need here, but he's trying.]

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[ Ffff, no, don't do that ;; Rebecca thinks it's her fault anyway. :c

Ollie gets to the door first, barking excitedly, and Rebecca follows. It's a good thing she knew he was coming; she wouldn't have heard knocking against the door to the warehouse, but as it is, she opens it up for him. ]

Hey. Not really anywhere to sit down here, so let's go upstairs.

[ Since the downstairs is, well, a warehouse. ]

[gumshoewizard]

[He doesn't care. He's been so pissed off and frustrated with this city's crap that having something to hit would be a welcome change instead of being told some omnipresent being with the judgment capacity of a five year old was running the joint.]

Right, after you.

[Mouse surges forward to greet Ollie. If the invented time debacle bothered him, it really doesn't show.]

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[ There are punching bags for that, Harry.

Nodding, Rebecca heads for the stairs, pausing just long enough to prop the door open in case the dogs want to mess around in the warehouse for a while. From there, she ignores the hall down to the room that contains the Animus (which he knows about now -- he knows about her now) and heads for the kitchen.

Ollie, on the other hand, is too busy wagging his tail and sniffing Mouse. ]

[gumshoewizard]

[He...actually doesn't. He knows something important was down that hall, but it, along with all the memories except for transpired that week, were fuzzy.]

Here. [He slides her a bottle and opens the plastic box of cookies on the counter between them. He takes a bite out of one, trying to pass the time it took to get them both settled in for what might be a long, long talk.]

[needsheadphones]

[ Well, once she knows that, it'll be a load off her mind... up until she has to tell him about it again. ]

Thanks.

[ She opens her bottle first, taking a sip before grabbing one of the cookies. ]

[gumshoewizard]

[Cookies and ale, wasn't that a country song?]

So...okay, first thing's first. I don't want to call it quits, okay? But I'll understand if you want to back off for a while. This city is...ngh. I hate this place.

[Swig of beer.] And the King was painfully helpful but not helpful at all.

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[ Nah, that was biscuits and gravy. ]

No, I... [ She shifts, running a hand through her hair and letting her headphones fall around her neck. ] ...I don't want to. It's just... weird, remembering all that... [ Remembering how she felt. ] ...especially since I was just home for a little bit, too.

[ Cookie nom. ] What did he say?

[gumshoewizard]

[Cookies and Ale sounds cooler.]

Yeah. Yeah, I get that. It's...weird knowing what happened and wondering if its going to happen for real. Not that its really bad, but just...you feel robbed. Of the discovering, the doing of it.

[Ale swing.]

There's a power above the king and queen. Some...formless, nameless person that really controls the strings here. Think Old Testament God, but less turning people into salt pillars and more...this.

[needsheadphones]

[ There's a song by Alestorm called Wenches and Mead? ]

Yeah. And you remember things, and you don't know if they're real or if they'll match up with whatever actually happens.

[ Rebecca sighs. ]

Great. And they don't know everything about it?