i smoked my friends down to the filter

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The month has given Laurence Dominic a lot to think on. It's all bitter news - news he doesn't really want to think on. It has a lot to do with why he's sitting at the kitchen counter up in the Compound, eyes not really focusing on anything in particular. (He has, at least, abandoned his copy of Huckleberry Finn.) There's half of some sort of

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[with_diamonds]

"Yeah, hey," Lucy said, a little distracted as she lifted her head at the sound of a voice, but grinning nonetheless. Coming from the Council office, she hadn't been overly busy, just enough to have her mind elsewhere as she walked into the kitchen; the sight of a familiar face was never unwelcome, though, and almost instinctively, she headed over to the counter, sliding into a nearby seat, her plan of getting coffee temporarily postponed. "How've you been doing?"

He didn't look so great, but given the circumstances under which they'd met, this hardly seemed like anything to comment on. For all she knew, he was aware of it, anyway.

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"I've been getting by," Laurence replied, the wry edge to his voice suggesting that he realized full well how he seemed to be faring. (He did.) "You?" He'd congratulated her already on her Council bid, if he remembered correctly. Voting wasn't something he regretted; having done that little had gone a long way towards making him feel a little less useless. Inactivity wasn't a state of being that had ever suited him. It left him too much time with just his thoughts, which was the dilemma he faced now.

[with_diamonds]

"It's good," Lucy said with a shrug, almost imperceptibly careful, trying to discern whether or not his own state was something worth asking about. For the moment, she held off, not sure it was even her place to ask. "Quiet, you know. Nothing too out of the ordinary, except that space station showing up." Quiet had never really suited her well, left her restless, discontent, but things were better now than they had been in a long time, and she was intent on making the most of that. "Which... I have nothing to do with, really, but it still happened."

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"I heard some chatter about that," Dominic noted, brow furrowing for a brief moment. The island was already bizarre enough; the appearance of a space station, while not surprising, wasn't something he really intended to get involved with. The prospect of something to get him back into some sort of action had seemed appealing for a short time, but the more he'd really thought about it, the less it had seemed like a good idea. As such, he'd avoided both the portal and most talk about it. "Well, no news is good news, as they say. Although that in itself is debatable."