Adiva's All A's Attempt

[mm_adiva]

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for Ariel

[tohearthesound]

Rache has a booth near the back wall. On the table is a small bouquet.

(Alyssum and blueberry leaves, eglantine rose, rue and honeysuckle.)

Bar provided him with a book to research the meanings for himself.

When a breeze with no clear source ruffles the pages, he looks up.

[inaclovenpine]

The breeze comes through again, combing through his hair and then rattling the leaves of the bouquet.

(There's a faint hint of music, maybe, like someone singing in the far-off end of a cave by the sea. Ariel likes flowers.)

[tohearthesound]

After a moment, he reaches out and slides the flowers closer to the center of the table.

(An offering.)

"If you are Ariel, these are for you, from Matt."

[inaclovenpine]

"For me?" asks the breeze, surprised.

Andy!

[flame_brain]

Cute bartender? Johnny's there.

He leans on the bar top and smiles his most charming smile. "Hi there. Got any beer for a thirsty superhero?"

(He's in civilian clothes, a smart shirt and jeans; no evidence that he actually is a superhero.)

[self_espresso]

Andy grins up at him. Hello, tall blonde and handsome!

"Absolutely. What's your poison? We've got an IPA from Chicago that I am assured is fantastic."

[seeagreatergood]

Auggie's eyebrows go up; he cocks his head towards her voice, smiling.

"No, the jerks would let me trip and die. Thanks. How steep's the slope?"

[seeagreatergood]

Cute valley girl accent -- and mathematically-minded, too. Nice.

"I'll probably manage," he assures her. "Unless you want to give me a hand? I keep hearing about this lake, and I thought it'd be nice to see it for myself. So to speak."

Ariadne

[datums]

"Two things that might help you along in your work: a headband and a handkerchief."

Efficiently judging the angles as he takes a seat, composed with an arched eyebrow and a mildly amused smile.

[threadthemaze]

"No, I don't need anything, th--"

Hang on.

She lifts her head, blinking, and brushes her hair out of her face.

"Do you ever just say hello?"

[datums]

A book is stacked atop another. Edges matched up and the spines facing out.

He reaches across to tuck her hair behind her ear, "Hi." Beat. "Better?"

[threadthemaze]

"Much. Don't close that one" -- she gestures at one of the larger books, opened to a double-page spread of Chicago's skyline -- "I need the reference. Hi."

Auggie!

[is_a_ghost]

"You switched canes."

Silas has some experience with a white cane, though not much. Mostly it just took some experimenting to be able to go about outside like a normal person despite his eye issues. "I thought the lighted one worked for you," he says, half a question, though Auggie would be forgiven for not hearing that. Silas is having to be careful speaking around the six or so stitches near the corner of his mouth.

[seeagreatergood]

Auggie stops, half-turning towards Silas and cocking his head with a smile.

"Hey, Silas. --You okay? You sound different."

[is_a_ghost]

"Stitches," he explains--which explains it as well as he really cares to right now--gingerly touching them and reminded that him talking much really isn't the best of ideas.

"I can't move my mouth as much."

[seeagreatergood]

Auggie hisses sympathetically. "Yikes. What happened?"