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[ to be fair she didn't expect him to immediately take two pulls from the bottle. have some self-control, geez. ]

[ the mention of joey is something she can latch on to though, electing not to think too hard on the fact that quentin is apparently tight with joey too. of course he is. jesus christ. ]

God I wish he'd try and talk to her like a normal person.

[ and now they all have to be worried about this stupid tape because joey's a dumbass about girls. ]

[ What's self-control? That sounds fake.

He's moving while looking behind them every so often because there are things in the fog, even if they haven't gone for him. Maybe it's his company lately. ]

Not exactly a normal person to try to talk to. But, yeah, I think re-watching that thing is insane. Once was probably enough to give her an idea he was interested. Has he always done things like that?

[ Joey, there are safer ways to try and get a date. Not that Quentin can do much talking about it. ]

He's always been stupid about girls.

[ it's not a yes, but it's not a no either. still, julie says it with both the fondness and exhaustion appropriate for a friendship as long as theirs, but she's not going to tell quentin any fun details either. ]

Was it working? Did he get dates?

[ There's amusement hearing the fondness she's got in her tone. He doesn't expect Julie to go into specifics but that's a simple enough question. Yes or No. ]

He's charming enough.

Girls liked him, but you know... [ shrug ] Small town.

[ a nice way to say "well he has hecka intimacy issues like all four of us do and we lived in a small town so y'know after a while there's no more girls." ]

My friend Dean was like that. Kind of hopeless.

[ Fond and exhaustion she used earlier echoed back faintly, tinged with sadness. He rubs his arm, shrugging both his shoulders up. ]

This is pretty small place too. She's, you know, different so maybe it'll stick.

[ Different by being a little dead revenge fueled girl that curses you. ]

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[ julie snorts a small laugh. ] Maybe if he learns to talk to her instead of summoning her to kill him every other week.

[ Julie's laughing! That's a win. He's smiling about it. ]

Can she even talk? I've never heard her say anything.

Dunno. Me either. I tried to text her about Joey once and my phone, uh... Well, Adiris said she had to cleanse it.

[ temporary phone curses aside, julie visibly relaxes a little when ormond comes into view. just a few more minutes until she's on her home turf. ]

That's scary. She can curse you through phones? I thought she was nice enough. She lets me go a lot, which I can't get a reason for, but also completely bypasses following any hooks during other trials and just-

[ He widens his eyes and snaps his fingers. ] Instant death. Is Adiris your friend? She asked me about religion once.

[ He picks up his pace a step, now that where they're going is in sight. Ormond is becoming a comforting place. It's a safe haven here. Susie is there. Certain demons are not. It's cold as hell but there are ways to stay warm. ]

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[ she notes the way quentin suddenly seems to relax when ormond's in view, the way he gets more confident in step, and it makes julie clench her jaw in annoyance. how much time has he been spending there exactly? ]

[ and another killer who goes easy on him? everybody just loves quentin huh. ]

Not really, but I try not to piss her off.

[ she feels like plague doesn't really grasp exactly why she's here, or rather that isn't some god looking out for her or whatever. it's just some cosmic parasite hellbent on sucking as much out of them as it can before it throws them away and moves on. ]

I don't know if Sadako cursed it on purpose, she just kinda... [ hm ] I think her shit gets fucky with tech? I haven't asked though.

[ Enough to know where everything in the cabinets are.

He nods, trying to visualize Julie talking to Adiris all casual like. Adiris sort of explained her reasoning to him. She thinks the Entity is her god and will fix everything so she follows it without question. It's sad, in a way. But maybe he's been doing the same thing thinking somebody will spare him eventually. ]

Maybe we can get Joey to ask if he pulls it off. I haven't asked around too much about her since I didn't want to make Yoichi uncomfortable.

[ her shoulders relax a little once she feels the crunch of snow under her shoes. it doesn't feel like anyone else is around right now, which is kind of a relief. she'd rather not have to explain why she's bringing susie's boyfriend to ormond. ]

Are they... [ what's the word ] Linked?

[ she glances at quentin briefly when she asks, that's one she's never sure of when a new pair show up. the entity loves to bring in a survivor and killer together, but that doesn't mean they know eachother or are obviously connected somehow. though julie suspects sometimes they are more than they think. ]

[ he preemptively crosses his arms for warmth before stepping into the snow and looks around after her. less concerned if one of the others are around. well, maybe if it's frank. that'd be weird. ]

Um, they're... [ Linked is probably a good word for that. He wouldn't know how else to really describe survivors that come in with killers they actually know. Steve, Nancy, Jonathan and the Demogorgon. Jill and Nemesis, now Wesker along with the rest of the people from her city. Yoichi and Sadako. Him and Krueger. He doesn't know if there are others that are. Nobody brought it up or acts like it. ] Yeah. They are.

[ He looks back at her, curiosity peaked. ]

Are you linked to anyone? [ Maybe it just didn't come up. ]

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[ julie's quiet for the minute or so it takes to walk from the edge of ormond into the lodge, stamping some of the snow off her sneakers on the way in. she looks up at the faded mural on the upstairs wall as she throws herself down into an armchair. ]

We went to school with Jeff. [ she puts her feet up on the edge of the little coffee table with a shrug. she knows jeff isn't a chatty guy but it still surprises her that nobody seems to know. ] We weren't friends or anything though, no idea why it picked him.

[ even a little louder, the song julie's listening to is unrecognizable even to eddie, but by the sound of it, as tinny and muted as it is, it would seem that she has good taste in music - loud and angry is right up his alley, right in his wheelhouse. not that there were very many doubts about julie's musical interests, considering the snippets of music eddie's caught here and there while being chased in a trial, but still. it's just one more thing that eddie... appreciates. about her, at least.

it doesn't even really cross his mind that julie'll have to unmask until she's curling a thumb under the edge of it, ready to slide it back and off - but it makes sense. eddie's halfway through rolling his eyes at her offhand comment about his ambitions when he catches the movement and pauses. he doesn't stare, but he watches, curious. about the brief moment of hesitation, about what she looks like, because he'd be lying if he said he'd never wondered. he doesn't stare, but he glances out of the corner of his eye as he tilts his weight a little to one side, away from her, so he can dig into his jacket pocket for the main reason they're even here.

when julie jokes, eddie feels a little more at ease, though he's not even sure why he felt tense at all in the first place. he casts her another glance, this one a little more intentional, and smiles a bit at her as he slides two rolled joints out of his pocket, kept 'safe' in a little plastic baggie clearly marked 'EVIDENCE', and a crushed book of matches.

with the mask gone, eddie allows himself a few seconds to just look at julie. he's not sure what he expected, if he expected anything at all. she's pretty, but she's just... a normal girl. eddie smiles at her again, faint and easy, and shakes his head slightly. ]

Oh, man. Truly terrifying. Horrifying, even. [ he puts his hand to his chest, crushing the bag a little under it, and then drags one of his knees up so he can rest his wrist on it. eddie turns his attention to the grass in his hands, fishing a single joint out. ] Thought you'd have different eyes, though. Blue.

[ eddie turns his head, offers her the joint, held carefully between his fingers. ]

Brown suits you.

[ there's a joke rattling around about her face actually being a mask too, but julie can't make it work, so she settles for snorting and rolling her eyes. pretends not to notice eddie looking at her. it's normal to want a proper look at someone you've only ever seen in a mask, she just hates the way it leaves her feeling vulnerable. exposed. ]

[ it feels weirder to be complimented though, even in such a small way. it used to be normal, way back when she went above and beyond to be acceptable, but even then it was basic shit. nothing that suggested a dude was thinking about her in any way except naked. ]

[ god if she ends up flustered because eddie's being nice to her she's gonna have to kill him. ]

Thanks. [ julie takes the joint and fishes in her pocket for a lighter, uses it as a way to hide the barest hint of a smile as she lights it and takes a drag. ] I picked it myself.

[ completely deadpan, as if she's being 100% serious. ]

[ with one of his hands freed up, eddie goes about fishing the second and final joint out of the stolen evidence bag and pinching it between his lips. he lets the bag fall somewhere in the space between his knees (and makes a mental note to take it with him later, if only so he doesn't end up pissing off the wraith), tugs a match out of the matchbook he brought, and strikes it across the little strip of powdered glass on the back. the match hisses to life, and eddie tilts his head a little to look at julie out of the corner of his eye as he touches the small flame to the end of the paper and lights his own joint.

shaking the match out, eddie pinches the spliff loosely between his fingers and inhales, the corners of his mouth quirked a little like he maybe wants to smile. the deadpan delivery is amusing to him. he makes a small sound of interest in the back of his throat, then tips his head back a bit so he can exhale toward the ceiling. look at that, he's courteous, too. ]

Yeah? [ he looks back at julie again, wetting his bottom lip and resting his hand on his peaked knee. eddie lifts his eyebrows a fraction. ] Drew out that little - square grid thing in the womb and picked the best one?

[ eddie drops the dead match down with the plastic bag, absently scratching at the small patch of skin on his knee with his thumb, exposed through the rip in his jeans. ]

I don't remember what that shit was called. From - biology or whatever. You know. [ he lifts his hand off his knee, draws a lazy 4-squared grid in the air in the space between them before dropping his hand again. explaining it beyond that is just gonna kill the joke, and the joke isn't even that funny.

eddie nods toward julie's headphones. ] What were you listening to? Sounded - angry.

A Punnett square. [ julie breathes out a soft chuckle through her nose with a small plume of smoke. ] Yeah.

[ it's funny enough, though julie wouldn't admit it lest eddie find out she finds more of his dumb jokes funny than he thinks, she'd never live it down. so it's more for that reason than any worry about drawing the joke out too long that julie's relieved when he brings up her music, her eyes light up a little at the question, but it's a blink and you'll miss it expression. immediately changing to something that could be a little self-conscious as her gaze falls to her walkman where she'd put it down. ]

Nirvana. They're, um... [ when she looks back at eddie it's with a raised eyebrow, both curious but also about to be just a little of a shit. ] Did they have grunge back in your day?

[ punnett square. that's it. eddie bobs his head once in a subtle little nod of acknowledgement, gestures at julie with a lazy wave of his hand just for good measure. it's amazing how much bullshit they make you learn in school that you're very likely to never use again outside of it, but - he supposes maybe that's not so true, if punnett squares are somehow coming up in the middle of some - alternate dimension who knows how far away from everything he knows. nevermind that he's the one who brought them up just for the sake of a stupid joke. just to make her laugh. which he catches, even if it's quick, small.

he catches that little flash of enthusiasm, too. the little jolt of excited energy to talk about something she likes, presumably. not so surprisingly, eddie finds it endearing - he gets the same way about music he's really into, too, so he gets it. he'd talk about megadeth and dio and wasp and metallica all day if only someone gave him the opportunity.

eddie takes another short drag, burns through a bit of grass. like the first time, he blows the smoke out away from the both of them, then turns his attention back to julie. at her little crack of a joke, eddie rolls his eyes, but one corner of his mouth pulls up a little with the hint of a fleeting smirk. he tilts his head back against the wall, turns his face to look at her. ]

I don't know, I'm too old to remember. [ back in his day. please. also, it's still kind of weird knowing that there are people here who come from a time after his. from the future, or whatever. and also from the past. that's also kinda weird too.

eddie shrugs one of his shoulders, loose and lazy, and absently thumbs at the chunky silver ring on his left index finger, turning it slightly back and forth just for something to do with his unoccupied hand. ] Can't say I've heard of it, though. Or, uh. Nirvana.

[ He copies her, in a way, stomping the snow off his shoes right before going any further in and then catching up to her. He stands right before the coffee table, hands in his pockets and looking up at the mural at her revelation.

He's quiet, thinking about Jeff and wondering if every killer has a counterpart now, however distant - but there's something that's more interesting in there two. ]

I wonder why it took you from different times. That's got to be, like, at least ten years, right?

[ Should he sit too? Quentin takes the seat closest to the fire after hovering for a minute and leans forward, propping his head up with his hand and looking around. ]

At least, yeah.

[ closer to fifteen if she had to guess, but she hasn't asked. they've only spoken a few times since he turned up and as far as she can tell he has no idea why the entity chose him either. maybe there'll be a future tome that shines some light on the matter, maybe not. ]

[ julie looks at quentin when he sits, and to the bottle in her hands. she's gonna have to take her mask off, isn't she? fuck it. first she pushes it up just enough to take a drink, and then she pushes it up over her head and drops it down on the coffee table. the nonchalance as she reclines back into that chair is forced, but she's good at that. most of the time frank's the only one who sees through her unless they're really paying attention. ]

I try not to spend too much time thinking about the Entity and why it does anything.

[ a shrug as she takes another drink and leans over to offer the bottle to quentin. ]

[ that manages to put an amused smile on her face, one julie doesn't even bother hiding this time, there's less time between them than most of the others, she's pretty sure. hell, less time between them than between her and jeff, but that's a whole thing julie tries not to give up too much mental real estate to. ]

[ she mirrors him, head tilted back against the wall, face turned to look at eddie. every now and then her knee bounces a couple times like it's trying to shake off some excess energy but otherwise julie's pretty relaxed even without the weed starting to hit yet. ]

[ ...admittedly less so when eddie looks at her and she remembers she's not wearing her mask, but at least she's not freaking out about it. ]

Well, gramps. It's sort of like... [ she turns her head to look up at the ceiling, chewing her bottom lip as she tries to think of the best way to describe it. ] Like if punk and metal had a really moody child.

[ shaking her head just a little as she says it, julie takes another slower drag on that joint. as a description it's not quite right, but it'll do. ]

[ gramps. gramps. eddie huffs a soft breath out through his nose - not quite a laugh, but the amusement is still evident, if lazy. he turns his head away slightly as he listens, eyes tilted up toward the ceiling and wandering slowly. it'll be a bit before the weed actually starts to hit, but he can already feel some of his nerves easing up a little. very slightly less anxious, which is kind of funny considering his company and the fact that not a single person knows where he is right now, but - julie seems cool. he's not too worried about it, yet.

he looks back at her again after her description, catches the slight bounce of her knee out of the corner of his eye and shifts his attention there for a beat. he wonders, briefly, if she's anxious too, though he can't imagine why she would be. between the two of them, she's the one more likely to have shown up with a weapon. eddie doesn't ask though, easily distracted by the idea of this bastard child of two genres of music he very much likes. ]

Shit. [ he exhales, shaking his head a little with a lazy smile. ] That sounds... awesome, actually.

Yeah? [ she smiles again, maybe a little too surprised and eager, and makes a weak attempt to hide it by blowing out her smoke toward the ceiling. ] Yeah.

[ saved it. ]

[ god she has no idea why she's so anxious and awkward, just hanging out isn't exactly something she used to have a problem with. granted, back in ormond she was playing a much nicer, more friendly version of herself and she wasn't years out of practice on socializing with anyone other than the rest of legion, but still. awkward is a strange feeling for her. ]

You wanna give some of it a listen?

[ she turns her head back to look at eddie when she asks, eyebrows raised with the question. her gaze flits down to the patches on his battle jacket, curious if he'd even like it or if it'd be too soft for him. ]

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