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[ oh. here comes the noise again. julie frowns down at her lap, trying to focus in on quentin enough to drown out the entity's yelling. what she gets out of it is enough to make her scoff and shake her head. ]
Yeah, I remember having to patrol the fucking place just in case all two of you decided to take the trash chute out of the trial.
Yeah, I remember having to patrol the fucking place just in case all two of you decided to take the trash chute out of the trial.
[ Quentin, slurring a little, keeps digging his nails from one hand into the palm of the other so he doesn't fall asleep mid-sentence. He shifts his sitting position again so his legs are folded up on the seat. He gives her a look for frowning. It wasn't that bad, was it? ]
Yeah, it was easier. Now the keys are a waste of space and don't really do anything. And I think it all changed because it really could've did something. So I thinng- I think that it was made by someone that got out and the Entity covered it up. Literally covers it until the last second in a trial.
Yeah, it was easier. Now the keys are a waste of space and don't really do anything. And I think it all changed because it really could've did something. So I thinng- I think that it was made by someone that got out and the Entity covered it up. Literally covers it until the last second in a trial.
Edited 2022-10-25 03:38 (UTC)
[ she has no idea if quentin's close to the truth of it or not, but julie knows for a fact the entity wants her off this topic. it gets louder, more insistent, she looks up and sees a crow staring right at her from a perch on a splintered beam. ]
Do you need to sleep?
[ it's a sudden shift in topic, sure, but it's also a fair bet that at any given time quentin probably does need to sleep. even without the alcohol. ]
Do you need to sleep?
[ it's a sudden shift in topic, sure, but it's also a fair bet that at any given time quentin probably does need to sleep. even without the alcohol. ]
[ it takes a second for it to tick over in her mind, a few moments after he says "one out of three", and her eyes fall shut with a shake of her head and a laugh. because it's squishy like s'mores, jesus christ. she lets out a soft murmur of oh my god under her breath, still with that little hint of a smile on her face when she opens her eyes again and looks at eddie. even if she does stretch out one of her own legs to give him a light kick. ]
Well, it's my favourite third at least. [ maybe not when it's half-melted though, julie starts to try and break a piece off but when it just kind of squishes and wiggles instead of breaking she decides that can wait. ] But maybe I'll just...
[ of course there's no fridge in this office, but autohaven is a chilly place. julie looks around, thinking, and eventually gets to her feet with a grunt of complaint and effort — doing anything except sitting and/or laying down right now is actually offensive suddenly — to walk over to the window, where she places the bar on the ledge to get cold. ]
There.
[ she seems pretty proud of herself. and they definitely won't forget about it. ]
Well, it's my favourite third at least. [ maybe not when it's half-melted though, julie starts to try and break a piece off but when it just kind of squishes and wiggles instead of breaking she decides that can wait. ] But maybe I'll just...
[ of course there's no fridge in this office, but autohaven is a chilly place. julie looks around, thinking, and eventually gets to her feet with a grunt of complaint and effort — doing anything except sitting and/or laying down right now is actually offensive suddenly — to walk over to the window, where she places the bar on the ledge to get cold. ]
There.
[ she seems pretty proud of herself. and they definitely won't forget about it. ]
[ Quentin's thought process gets pulled away from the topic at the question and he just stares at her. His eyebrows very slowly go up, eyes locked on her face while the question sinks in. He opens his mouth to say something, closes it, narrows his eyes a little and then goes to say something again only to burst into hysterical laughter. ]
Do I need to- [ He snorts, giggling between words. His fingers turn to point at himself. ] Me? Yeah. Fucking probably!
Do I need to- [ He snorts, giggling between words. His fingers turn to point at himself. ] Me? Yeah. Fucking probably!
[ Seemed funny to him. He lets the laughing die out pretty quickly. Oh, she’s serious. He rubs at his eyes, looking dejected like he just got asked to jump off a bridge instead. It’s basically the same association and the stupor he’s in has him wearing it all over his face. ]
Yeah… Don’t leave if I do. [ He leans back again, sinking. ] You said you wouldn’t. I need one of you here.
Yeah… Don’t leave if I do. [ He leans back again, sinking. ] You said you wouldn’t. I need one of you here.
I told you I'd stay.
[ she leans over to put the vodka bottle on the table even, no more drinking! though she does think about texting susie to come take over when she can, just in case. ]
I'm an asshole but even I'm not that bad.
[ she leans over to put the vodka bottle on the table even, no more drinking! though she does think about texting susie to come take over when she can, just in case. ]
I'm an asshole but even I'm not that bad.
Thank you.
[ He unfolds his legs on the chair to turn on it sideways again, pulling his beanie off his head and putting it over his face. ]
Yeah, you’re pretty cool. I’d hang with you.
[ He jerks himself awake after letting his eyes drop under there for a minute then pulls the hat off to eye her. Okay. Eyes closed. ]
[ He unfolds his legs on the chair to turn on it sideways again, pulling his beanie off his head and putting it over his face. ]
Yeah, you’re pretty cool. I’d hang with you.
[ He jerks himself awake after letting his eyes drop under there for a minute then pulls the hat off to eye her. Okay. Eyes closed. ]
[ there's a kneejerk "no you wouldn't" that wants to come out, but julie's not going to argue with him right now. she's tipsy and he's going to sleep. julie just curls back up in the chair and pulls her phone out to harass frank into keeping her occupied so she doesn't fall asleep too. ]
[ He'd probably argue back if she argued. It'd be a whole thing. Luckily, they're drunk. So fuck that. He's completely zonked out in a deep sleep the second he stopped fighting it and going to remain there for hours, limp and completely still. Probably be mistaken for dead if he didn't snore a tiny bit in the middle there. Still breathing? Yup. 👌 Thanks. ]
[ when julie nudges him with her foot and tells him the chocolate is her favorite part of a s'more, eddie tilts his head and shrugs a lazy shoulder, finally taking a short drag from the blunt he's holding onto for julie. he exhales, wets his lips and with what is very much some over-exaggerated suaveness, he murmurs of course it is, i knew that under his breath. no intention to hide it, just - being an idiot on purpose, because sometimes it's fun.
eddie watches julie stand, his eyebrows lifting slightly. the fog (ha) slowly creeping around the edges of his brain means it takes him a couple seconds longer than it should to realize that she's not just getting up and taking off on him without a word (though it wouldn't be the first time someone used him for drugs and then bounced). when she sets the candy bar on the window's ledge to harden up a little, eddie grins up at her, lopsided and relax. ]
My lady, you - are a genius. [ he offers what's left of the joint he's babysitting up to her, arm outstretched, weight leaning on his other elbow. ] And a coward. Sticky hands won't kill you.
[ maybe not the smartest thing to be calling someone who semi-regularly sacrifices him to a spider god in the sky a coward, but it's clear by the way he starts to laugh a little that he's just teasing. ]
eddie watches julie stand, his eyebrows lifting slightly. the fog (ha) slowly creeping around the edges of his brain means it takes him a couple seconds longer than it should to realize that she's not just getting up and taking off on him without a word (though it wouldn't be the first time someone used him for drugs and then bounced). when she sets the candy bar on the window's ledge to harden up a little, eddie grins up at her, lopsided and relax. ]
My lady, you - are a genius. [ he offers what's left of the joint he's babysitting up to her, arm outstretched, weight leaning on his other elbow. ] And a coward. Sticky hands won't kill you.
[ maybe not the smartest thing to be calling someone who semi-regularly sacrifices him to a spider god in the sky a coward, but it's clear by the way he starts to laugh a little that he's just teasing. ]
[ julie bows when eddie calls her a genius, a smile on her face that becomes a huff and a roll of her eyes at him when he calls her a coward. ] No. [ she takes the stubby little joint and stands up straight to finish it, her other hand on her hip as she takes that last drag. ] But chocolate's better when it's cold.
[ it's very important that eddie understand that, and julie takes a moment to squint at him in apparent thought about this and decides she's satisfied. unless he decides to argue with her about it. she's fully willing to fight about which state of chocolate is the best. ]
[ anyway. she's sick of standing now. julie starts to sit, or rather, bends down and then just kind of collapses into a heap of limbs and snorts a laugh. this is fine, she's fine. ]
[ it's very important that eddie understand that, and julie takes a moment to squint at him in apparent thought about this and decides she's satisfied. unless he decides to argue with her about it. she's fully willing to fight about which state of chocolate is the best. ]
[ anyway. she's sick of standing now. julie starts to sit, or rather, bends down and then just kind of collapses into a heap of limbs and snorts a laugh. this is fine, she's fine. ]
[ eddie weighs this claim very seriously, narrowing his eyes a little near the edges and tilting his head slowly one way and then the other, going far enough to rest his chin on his shoulder at one point. while julie's still standing, eddie looks up at her, watches her idly as she finishes off her joint, hand on her hip like she's queen of this shitty little office. she might as well be, as far as eddie is concerned. but also, it kind of reminds him of steve in a weird way.
the hand on the hip thing, not the - smoking weed in an abandoned office thing. eddie's not sure harrington's cool enough for that, but then again, that guy is full of surprises.
as julie folds like a deflating inflatable tube man, eddie turns and shifts so he's less on his side and more on his back, his weight distributed between both of his elbows instead of just the one. he drags his knees up a little, white sneakers scraping quietly against the floor, fingers tapping slowly against the floorboards near his sides. eddie leans his head again, cheek close to his shoulder but not quite touching this time as he looks back at julie. ]
Beer's also better when it's cold, but you seem to like it warm and in a shoe, so. Whose judgement should we really be trusting here? [ his eyebrows lift, the corner of his mouth quirk. ] Hm?
the hand on the hip thing, not the - smoking weed in an abandoned office thing. eddie's not sure harrington's cool enough for that, but then again, that guy is full of surprises.
as julie folds like a deflating inflatable tube man, eddie turns and shifts so he's less on his side and more on his back, his weight distributed between both of his elbows instead of just the one. he drags his knees up a little, white sneakers scraping quietly against the floor, fingers tapping slowly against the floorboards near his sides. eddie leans his head again, cheek close to his shoulder but not quite touching this time as he looks back at julie. ]
Beer's also better when it's cold, but you seem to like it warm and in a shoe, so. Whose judgement should we really be trusting here? [ his eyebrows lift, the corner of his mouth quirk. ] Hm?
[ in some attempt to straighten herself out, julie rolls onto her back, props her feet up on the wall crossed at the ankles like someone turned a sitting person 90 degrees. she doesn't remember the last time she felt this relaxed, probably before the fog. that warm, loose feeling settling in, the one she's always chasing whenever she drinks or smokes these days. the first time the weight of guilt and responsibility doesn't feel like a boot pressing down on her chest, even through the insobriety. ]
[ she turns her head to look at eddie, watching him and letting another laugh slip out at the mention of the beer shoe. she can't believe she forgot that's what got them here of all the dumb things she's said lately. ]
I told you, that's how we do it in Canada. [ a small smirk tugs at her lips, even through the facial shrug. ] Clearly my taste is perfect, hoser.
[ she turns her head to look at eddie, watching him and letting another laugh slip out at the mention of the beer shoe. she can't believe she forgot that's what got them here of all the dumb things she's said lately. ]
I told you, that's how we do it in Canada. [ a small smirk tugs at her lips, even through the facial shrug. ] Clearly my taste is perfect, hoser.
[ x ]
I wouldn't flatter yourself. I'll hold a conversation with most of the survivors even when I text them by accident.
I wouldn't flatter yourself. I'll hold a conversation with most of the survivors even when I text them by accident.
[ julie's laugh makes eddie smile. it comes easy, mouth spreading to show all of his teeth, the weed finally starting to mellow him out and loosen him up. she looks - relaxed, and way more comfortable than he feels, even though he doesn't feel particularly motivated to move. ]
Or. [ his eyebrows climb higher, his eyes vaguely glassy but still bright. ] Or. Canadians are just full of shit.
[ eddie takes his weight off one elbow so he can point at her like a ha, sticking his thumb up as an afterthought so he can bend it, like he's firing a gun. he drops his hand after a beat, and then gives up trying to hold himself up and flops backwards, folding his hands behind his head. ]
Then again - maybe you do have good taste. [ he lolls his head to the side so he can look at julie. something about the shape of his mouth is very telling that he knows he's full of shit. ] Hanging out with me, burning a little grass... one might say your taste is impeccable.
Or. [ his eyebrows climb higher, his eyes vaguely glassy but still bright. ] Or. Canadians are just full of shit.
[ eddie takes his weight off one elbow so he can point at her like a ha, sticking his thumb up as an afterthought so he can bend it, like he's firing a gun. he drops his hand after a beat, and then gives up trying to hold himself up and flops backwards, folding his hands behind his head. ]
Then again - maybe you do have good taste. [ he lolls his head to the side so he can look at julie. something about the shape of his mouth is very telling that he knows he's full of shit. ] Hanging out with me, burning a little grass... one might say your taste is impeccable.
[ julie gasps and puts a hand on her chest at the jab toward canadians, how dare he. not that she's exactly brimming with national pride. she is full of shit though-- they both are. ]
One might, huh.
[ she raises an eyebrow with a little smirk at eddie, arms folded over her chest. ]
Is 'one' called Eddie Munson, by any chance?
One might, huh.
[ she raises an eyebrow with a little smirk at eddie, arms folded over her chest. ]
Is 'one' called Eddie Munson, by any chance?
[ slowly, eddie's mouth turns down, his eyebrows pinching together in thought. after a beat or two, he shakes his head once or twice. ]
Eddie... Munson. [ eddie says his own name like he's never heard it before, like he's testing out the sound of it, then cuts his eyes back to julie. his eyebrows relax, and then lift. ] Never heard of him.
[ shrugging a lazy shoulder, eddie untucks one of his hands from behind his head so he can gesture kind of aimlessly with it before letting it settle over the bright red demon head printed on his chest. ]
He sounds like a badass though.
Eddie... Munson. [ eddie says his own name like he's never heard it before, like he's testing out the sound of it, then cuts his eyes back to julie. his eyebrows relax, and then lift. ] Never heard of him.
[ shrugging a lazy shoulder, eddie untucks one of his hands from behind his head so he can gesture kind of aimlessly with it before letting it settle over the bright red demon head printed on his chest. ]
He sounds like a badass though.
Kind of a dork, actually.
[ she says it very seriously, not smiling but it's there in her eyes, bright and amused as she looks away from the ceiling and turns her head to look at eddie. adjusts her legs and crosses them the other way. ]
I saw him blow a gen three times in a row the other day.
[ that makes a little smirk bloom on her face, but she's looking back at the ceiling now. ]
[ she says it very seriously, not smiling but it's there in her eyes, bright and amused as she looks away from the ceiling and turns her head to look at eddie. adjusts her legs and crosses them the other way. ]
I saw him blow a gen three times in a row the other day.
[ that makes a little smirk bloom on her face, but she's looking back at the ceiling now. ]
[ eddie blinks up at the ceiling, his eyebrows pinching again. he's not high enough that he can't think straight, but it takes him an extra second or two to walk backwards through the last handful of trials he was put through, searching for any shred of truth in her teasing.
after another moment or two, he lifts his head up off of his hand, neck craned so he can look at julie. his hand comes up off of his chest too, and he cuts his palm through the hair. ]
Okay, hey. Not true. [ he curls his fingers in, leaves one out so he's pointing at her. accusingly. ] That second one was Dwight. And it startled me.
[ which accounts for the third one. get off his case, miss murder. eddie drops his hand back down to his chest, starts to lay his head back down too when he pauses. ]
What were you doing, watching me for that long? [ ... ] You're a little creep, aren't you?
after another moment or two, he lifts his head up off of his hand, neck craned so he can look at julie. his hand comes up off of his chest too, and he cuts his palm through the hair. ]
Okay, hey. Not true. [ he curls his fingers in, leaves one out so he's pointing at her. accusingly. ] That second one was Dwight. And it startled me.
[ which accounts for the third one. get off his case, miss murder. eddie drops his hand back down to his chest, starts to lay his head back down too when he pauses. ]
What were you doing, watching me for that long? [ ... ] You're a little creep, aren't you?
[ julie snorts a laugh when he protests the accusation, raising her eyebrows as if to say isn't it?, and it turns into a proper laugh when he brings up dwight. she's not sure if she believes him, but she doesn't care enough to argue. ]
[ and then he brings up her watching and she frowns, bristles a little at being called a creep but she's too mellow to lean into that like she usually would, so she just huffs in protest instead. ]
I was trying out something new, I wanted to know if you guys could tell I was there.
[ stealth legion is coming. she's making it happen. ]
[ and then he brings up her watching and she frowns, bristles a little at being called a creep but she's too mellow to lean into that like she usually would, so she just huffs in protest instead. ]
I was trying out something new, I wanted to know if you guys could tell I was there.
[ stealth legion is coming. she's making it happen. ]
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