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entrancelogs2016-08-09 12:43 am
hypoxic) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-09 12:43 am
(open) there's got to be a morning after;
Who: Leo Fitz and anyone else who really needs a beer right now
Where: The bar
When: August 9th, during that very still period between the end of the event and the return of everyone's powers.
Rating: PG-13, will note if anything escalates
Summary: Everyone got to live different lives and be different people! And then they woke up with the realization that they might have said or done some things that maybe shouldn't have happened. Beer is the solution to this problem. Come commiserate.
The Story:
[People talked about it, of course. They mentioned that events could change more than just parts of the mansion. But this was the first time Fitz had the chance to experience it. He'd lived an entirely different life, and it was... Pathetic. He'd become a person so steeped in published dogma that he lost track of common sense and self-awareness. He let people perform atrocities on him, all because he "knew" he was adhering to science.
And ever since waking up with his true memories restored, he's felt absolutely sick about it.
He settles down at the bar at just before noon, nursing a beer and brooding. He's not an expert drinker, and lets the beverage sit long enough for condensation to bead along the exterior of the glass between sips. But the sips do come eventually. How else is he going to wash away an alternate lifetime's worth of horrible choices?
Occasionally, he'll glance to whomever's settled down nearby, seeking comfort in shared misery.]
If I never hear the word "mutant" again it'll be too soon, yeah?
[This might be the most social he's been in the four months since his arrival.]
Where: The bar
When: August 9th, during that very still period between the end of the event and the return of everyone's powers.
Rating: PG-13, will note if anything escalates
Summary: Everyone got to live different lives and be different people! And then they woke up with the realization that they might have said or done some things that maybe shouldn't have happened. Beer is the solution to this problem. Come commiserate.
The Story:
[People talked about it, of course. They mentioned that events could change more than just parts of the mansion. But this was the first time Fitz had the chance to experience it. He'd lived an entirely different life, and it was... Pathetic. He'd become a person so steeped in published dogma that he lost track of common sense and self-awareness. He let people perform atrocities on him, all because he "knew" he was adhering to science.
And ever since waking up with his true memories restored, he's felt absolutely sick about it.
He settles down at the bar at just before noon, nursing a beer and brooding. He's not an expert drinker, and lets the beverage sit long enough for condensation to bead along the exterior of the glass between sips. But the sips do come eventually. How else is he going to wash away an alternate lifetime's worth of horrible choices?
Occasionally, he'll glance to whomever's settled down nearby, seeking comfort in shared misery.]
If I never hear the word "mutant" again it'll be too soon, yeah?
[This might be the most social he's been in the four months since his arrival.]
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[He pulls at the label slowly, watching it more than her. He's thought a lot about things like this.]
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I don't know. I'm...
[She swallows hard, looking over at him.]
My friend was killed. I found...I found her. And I keep thinking about that, about the way she died, and she was alone...[Sarah closes her eyes for a second.]
So I just keep seeing Jane's eyes wide open, but she's not there. And I want to forget it.
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She's not there. But she's here. [....He hopes.]
Have you been to see her?
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No, she woke up and my brother just...he's been taking care of her. This is hard enough for her, for them, without me crying about it and getting in the way. If she's making progress in getting through it, I don't want to knock her back.
[ So, you know. She's at the bar. ]
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[ Sarah's voice breaks just a little and she clears her throat, pushing it back. ]
Jane's back now, and she's gonna be fine, and all of us - you, me, her - we'll be okay.