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[time_for_this]

Today, Rebecca told herself, she was going to go to the Wasteland for a drink come evening. (Early evening. Dusk's dangerous; nighttime's more so.) This is maybe one part PR, one part socializing impulse, and one part a fervent desire to get the hell out of these same few buildings, even just to an only marginally less familiar building

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[sky_from_sea]

"Apparently it's been that kind of day all around," says Anna, smiling a close-lipped smile.

Her hair is also really damp.

As is her shirt. And the hem of her skirt.

Someone has forgotten her umbrella--presuming she has one.

[time_for_this]

Rebecca has a jacket.

It's not really a rain jacket, so it only kept off the rain for about half the trip before the water started soaking through. But what can you do.

"I swear," Rebecca mutters, peeling it off and looking around for a hook or something, "one more--"

"Y'know? No." This is said decisively. "I am not thinking a damn thing about that mess tonight. I am gettin' a beer."

Or something. Depends on what's around.

"How're you holdin' up?" This is a good general question, these days. These years. Whatever."

[sky_from_sea]

"I'm all right. Managed to prevent too much wasted time down at what is--not actually a courthouse."

She still looks a little pissed about that.

"Got my errands run, too. So I guess aside from the rain I'm doing okay. Anything not related to business you'd like to talk about? I'm a mean hand at discussing literature."

[time_for_this]

Rebecca makes a slight Oh, Lord, what NOW face at the first sentence, but she is Not Going To Ask.

She gets headaches enough just from her own time there.

So instead she grins a little, crooked and amused. "Yeah? Whatcha got?"

No more public library, more's the pity.

Well, the building's still there. More or less. But.

[undermyheel]

"You look wet," Claire observes.

"Very wet."

[time_for_this]

"...That's 'cause it's raining."

Full marks for observation, Claire.

(Rebecca is well aware that Claire is neither dumb nor non-observant.)

[undermyheel]

"You should buy an umbrella," Claire says. She gestures to hers. "I'm thinking of selling them."

Vaguely. The way she's thinking of selling cars.

[time_for_this]

Claire thinks of selling everything.

Rebecca makes a noncommittal noise.

[bass_line_blues]

"Rebecca?"

Preston blinks for a second, and then grins, bright and genuine.

"You hanging out here now?"

People coming together! Socializing in groups that they weren't in before! This is always a good thing towards civilization-building, Preston thinks.

[time_for_this]

Preston gets a real smile.

"Once in a while, sure."

"Hey there, boy. How you been?"

[bass_line_blues]

"Not bad at all," Preston says, and then glances around.

"Kind of glad to be back in civilization, though."

Or the beginnings of civilization, at least.

"Didn't give away my room, did you?"

[time_for_this]

"Oh, we thought about it," she informs him airily.

(No they didn't. Might've been some eyerolling over the wasted space, though.)

"And speakin' of. Where the hell've you been?"

[k_gabriel]

Karla might be glad enough to be hanging out in the Wasteland instead of the shelter tonight, but she can plead necessity; she's tuning up her guitar, recently arrived herself.

Rebecca gets a friendly nod from where Karla's standing, over by the stage.

[time_for_this]

Karla gets a friendly nod back.

Music's nice; so is a familiar and reasonably well-liked face. (Karla's a good kid. Pitches in, doesn't make a nuisance of herself.) So Karla also gets Rebecca meandering her way, once she's hung up her wet jacket to reveal an only slightly less wet shirt underneath. Damn rainstorms.

Rebecca will be happy enough to just sit and listen and not have to mediate anything, though.

[k_gabriel]

"We take requests," Karla says (the 'we' is still habit). "Otherwise you're probably gonna get something folky, since my acoustic interpretations of heavy metal are still a work in progress."

[time_for_this]

"Folky," says Rebecca, amused and quoting the wording back, "is just fine."

"So's anything you feel like playing" --this punctuated by dropping into a seat with a decisive air-- "that ain't full of screaming. I've had enough of that today on my own time, and you got too pretty a voice for it."