"I got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh," Olive sings under her breath as she heads into the room, doing a quick shuffle step before she catches herself. No dancing. This is the rec room. People come in here. People look at other people here. We do not dance in public. By we, I mean I. Do what you want but you're - Shit.
There's at least one familiar face in the room as she stops to look around, stationed on the couch at such an angle she's pretty sure Jessica didn't actually see the near musical moment. The song is ridiculously catchy, she can't help it, and she's starting to get used to the fact it plays almost every time she enters the room. Maybe she should feel mocked or watched or something, but mostly it's just a bit of familiarity now she's got over reaching for her cell phone when it happens. "Good book?"
I look up. Or, actually, I tip my head backwards, which is down, and look down compared to me, but up compared to the rest of the world. We'll call it up. It occurs to me it'd probably be more normal to reorient myself, as if I wasn't completely comfortable talking to someone when they're upside down from my perspective, but I've gotten kind of comfortable.
I'm already here, anyway, she's seen me hanging out reading like this, that ship has sailed.
"Pretty good," I say, "although I got spoiled for the ending." I hold up the cover, then think to turn it around so that it's the right way up for her. "Everyone dies."
Olive makes a little sound of indignation, waving both hands up into the air as she shakes her head. "Well, there's one book I can cross off my list," she says. "Never did care for the tragedies." The whole looking at people from upside down thing strikes her as pretty normal anyway; she's done it on a couple occasions herself since arriving here and she hasn't even been here long. Mostly she's just thankful Jessica doesn't seem to have caught her looking crazy. "Although, although, that is not true, not everyone dies. Yeah, 'cause some of the cast is here, so it's all okay."
"Hey, yeah, that's true," I say, pursing my lips and cocking my head slightly. "Twist ending. Or dubious sequel, maybe. Dinosaur Harder."
Or softer, really, since they're all wearing collars and restricted to one corner of a not-that-giant island, which must be a bit of a step down from dominating the entire planet. That'd smart, if they knew.
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There's at least one familiar face in the room as she stops to look around, stationed on the couch at such an angle she's pretty sure Jessica didn't actually see the near musical moment. The song is ridiculously catchy, she can't help it, and she's starting to get used to the fact it plays almost every time she enters the room. Maybe she should feel mocked or watched or something, but mostly it's just a bit of familiarity now she's got over reaching for her cell phone when it happens. "Good book?"
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I'm already here, anyway, she's seen me hanging out reading like this, that ship has sailed.
"Pretty good," I say, "although I got spoiled for the ending." I hold up the cover, then think to turn it around so that it's the right way up for her. "Everyone dies."
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Or softer, really, since they're all wearing collars and restricted to one corner of a not-that-giant island, which must be a bit of a step down from dominating the entire planet. That'd smart, if they knew.
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