Nexus!continuity. For Eights

[hero_farmboy]

Sure enough, the door opens as if they're entering the front foyer of Clark's house. He glances around the entrance way and then stops to listen

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[downsidedarling]

After reading a book or two, Eights has the bright idea of climbing to the roof of the barn to get a good look at her very first sunrise in a living world since she died.

Getting up there isn't difficult, and the sunrise is every bit as entrancing as she thought it would be. But Anna's grace and Eight-Hour's cavalier fearlessness don't overturn the law of gravity, and descending from the roof of a barn without a ladder is... well.

How do living people do this?

[downsidedarling]

It shouldn't surprise anyone that Anna takes her coffee wholly unadulterated.

"Thanks bunches," she says with a grin. "I hope I didn't scare you with the barn thing. Promise I won't get myself stuck up there again."

She carefully leaves herself a small loophole there. After all, she won't be stuck if she sets up the ladder first to get back down with.

[hero_farmboy]

It doesn't surprise Clark, really.

"I'd appreciate that, but I wasn't scared. Just concerned."

He cuts her off before she can say anything. "Yeah, I know I don't have to be, but I'm still going to be, all right? Just the way I am."

[downsidedarling]

"I'll try to be more careful in future," she says gently. "I don't mean to worry you."

[hero_farmboy]

He sighs.

"I know. What were you doing up there, anyway?"

[downsidedarling]

"Watching the sunrise," she says with a soft smile. "It was every bit as beautiful as I expected."

[hero_farmboy]

"You know, the view is pretty much the same from the loft window," he says, looking at her over the top of his coffee cup.

[downsidedarling]

"...Y'know, this may come as a surprise to you - though I don't see how it would, you're the live one here - but sunrise and sunset don't occur in the same place. The loft window's pointed towards sunset. To get a good view of the sunrise I had to go to the other side, and there's no nice convenient window over there."

[hero_farmboy]

Clark smiles slightly.

"The whole thing is the loft. Hayloft. the other side does have a window. There's just a bit of hay in the way."

[downsidedarling]

"Well, fine," she says, dusting herself off irritably. "I didn't see it. Besides, the roof was much more fun."

Eights? Disinclined to be corrected? Whatever gave you that impression?

[hero_farmboy]

"Fine."

Well. Isn't this morning going well.

"Do you want breakfast now?"

[downsidedarling]

"Uh--"

She's about to say no purely because she doesn't want to put him to the trouble, but logically he would also be eating, and in any case her stomach makes its point in that regard loudly and in no uncertain terms.

"--yeah," she says between rumbles. "That would be great, thanks."

[hero_farmboy]

"Have a seat." At the table or on couch, she can take her pick.

Clark sets his coffee aside and starts pulling out eggs, sausage and potatoes.

[downsidedarling]

She goes for table, perching like a bird in her usual manner.

This way of sitting, and the thing about the roof... Eights really has a thing about high places, it would seem.

The food is regarded with muted delight.

[hero_farmboy]

The food is prepared with little disruption or conversation and in short order, there are scrambled eggs, hash browns and sausages ready.

Clark sets some plates, glasses and cutlery on the counter.

"Will you set those out, please?"

[downsidedarling]

"Sure," says Eights with an easy shrug.

Setting a table's not difficult.

Perhaps she does it with slightly more grace than necessary, even, setting down each dish and utensil with precision and care. (It's a fault. Spend too long controlling your every motion and you find it difficult to let go.)