[ Asking kindly about her well-being after she just said him being nice made her want to slit his throat is fine now because she's not going to do it. Ha.
The bottle gets tossed and he's honestly definitely not expecting thick glass. It almost smacks him right in the face and he only caught it by the grace of god, albeit entirely awkwardly in his elbow. ] Shit. [ He shifts the weight in his arm to grab it properly, looking at the label with a bemused expression. Okay. Didn't think she'd actually follow up on that one. ]
Uh- Y-Yeah, yeah. I did say that. [ Well. Guess he's about to be drinking now. He tries to recall how many different drugs are in his system today and how well they mix with alcohol. Should be just his own pills and maybe some- Whatever. He doesn't actually care. He's not pleased about the drunken sleep this'll lead to. That's going to be fucking horrific. Terrifying even. Maybe he can black out and not even dream.
Or being next to Julie is deterrent? Hopefully she doesn't ditch him somewhere. ]
You want to hang here or--? Do you even get along with anyone here?
[ No, right? Quentin's already taking the cap off the bottle and taking a swing of it. He makes a disgusted face, hating it and the burn. He coughs. And then just takes a second gulp of it. ] Ugh. [ He closes the medkit he had been filling, puts it aside in a safe spot then moves over to her and holds the bottle out. ]
Never had any complaints. [ ha ha ha okay jules now isn't the time ] No, it's fine-- We all heal fast here.
[ she watches quentin fumble with the bottle with a raised eyebrow and a snort, a shake of her head at his question. she's probably threatened to gut at least half of the people there in the middle of otherwise seemingly normal conversations, so... yeah. doesn't really get along with them is a way to put it. ]
[ ahem. anyway. ]
You don't sleep 'cause of Fingers, right?
[ it's not a question so much as julie thinking things through as she speaks, because it doesn't occur to her until right then that she can't hang around here, and she's going to have to keep an eye on quentin. she sighs as she takes the bottle, lifts her mask just enough to take a drink, and then gestures for quentin to follow her. ]
Come to Ormond. That way if you pass out he can't get you.
[ His eyebrows shoot up into his hairline at her. Is Joey the only one that hasn't made a dirty joke now? ] Okay. Good. About the healing.
[ Quentin rubs under his nose, shrugging at her and looking anywhere but at her at the question. ]
Fingers- Right. Yeah, I don't sleep because of that plate of baked ziti.
[ He wonders what Julie thinks. Susie knows what Krueger did, at least to the extent that he hurt him very young. He starts tilting his head to try and peak under her mask at her when she drinks. He's not about to ask about her opinions but she seems to provide an answer for him that makes him crack a smile at her. ]
Cool. Okay. [ His hands find their way into his pockets and he waits for her to take point. He'll follow right next to her. The fog is the fog and killers know their way around better than he does. Especially when he's just started drinking... ]
You know Susie lets me sleep there sometimes. [ Not sure that was a secret? ] I hope that's not, um, massively invading your space or anything? Frank apparently knows. [ He leans his head back, making a face. ]
[ here's a fun fact about julie. she's actually not that confident or self-assured, the prickly killer bitch is an easy way to get around it. the joke's a weak attempt to shake off some of that anxiety, but it doesn't really work. just leaves her feeling stupid that she feels like she still needs frank to hold her hand when she's feeling off-kilter. ]
[ she holds the bottle tight as she leads the way — it's not a long walk for her, five or ten minutes at the very most — and decides she doesn't want to think too much about anything quentin says. she knows he's linked to freddy somehow, and her own... interactions with him have a million suggestions flit through her head, but it's none of her business and she sure as fuck doesn't want to end up feeling sympathetic toward quentin. ]
[ but that means at least she doesn't ask any questions, lets it lie and lets quentin move the conversation elsewhere. ]
Yeah, I know.
[ and her tone of voice suggests she's not happy about it, but she doesn't say any more on the topic. she hasn't said a word to julie about it, barely anything to frank even, because what is she going to do? susie knows she hates survivors being in ormond outside trials, in their space, but that said there's no reasonable way to say "hey don't bring your boyfriend here" so... quentin gets to sleep there. ]
[ Quentin isn't all that self-assured either and certainly not the most confident person in the world but he's friendly. He's outgoing just enough to approach people and try to talk to them, even if he stutters his way through it the first time. Julie seems way more guarded. She said one thing not much else. Like Nancy, though Nancy gives him a little more to work with nowadays.
Not that he wants to talk about Krueger but he half-expected to be questioned on it. Frank would've said something, for sure. He doesn't know Julie well enough to know she wouldn't. That's appreciated. He's more than happy to move on there.
The bottle has only been tapped by him so far and he's starting to feel a little stupid for that. Maybe he should've waited. And not brought up invading her home by making it a spot he's frequenting? She sounds displeased. But, you know, he's there. He's kissing her friend. He should be able to talk to them without it being weird as hell. ]
I put all the movies I found to watch with Susie by that TV you guys had that I guess, uh, Joey brought in to, um, to try and date a ghost but it's good for regular non-cursed entertainment now.
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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." ]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
The mask comes off and there he goes, looking at her like he’s studying some kind of painting with a curious little smile on. Quentin at least as the foresight to look away after a second instead of outright staring like he had with Susie. Julie wouldn’t even take that off for a head injury that the strap might be rubbing against.
Quentin’s paying attention but he doesn’t know Julie. Not really. Any forcing she’s doing goes unnoticed for the most part. ]
Maybe I’m spending too much thinking about it…
[ He’s been thinking about it since he got here. Why it does things. Why him? Why then? Why why why why-
He smiles in thanks and takes the bottle, his drink deep. He makes another face at the alcohol but it’s better than the first two drinks he had now. ]
[ it's immediate, a little "duh" in tone, but julie looks at her mask on the coffee table and its X mouth with a thoughtful frown. Maybe there's something to it — a face with no mouth for a girl who spent almost her whole life feeling like she could never say what was on her mind except to the rest of legion, like they were the only people she could be herself around — but even if she was willing to do that kind of introspection, julie's certainly not willing to say that much to quentin. ]
[ she shrugs a shoulder ] Maybe I just really liked Miffy.
But that's your main one that isn't the same as Frank's.
[ an immediate retort, carrying an eye-roll because she knows what he meant. he waits for a response, taking a whole gulp out of the bottle again before putting it down on the table where she can easily reach it. drinking with julie: he sure meant it.
quentin leans back in the chair then raising an eyebrow. ]
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[ Asking kindly about her well-being after she just said him being nice made her want to slit his throat is fine now because she's not going to do it. Ha.
The bottle gets tossed and he's honestly definitely not expecting thick glass. It almost smacks him right in the face and he only caught it by the grace of god, albeit entirely awkwardly in his elbow. ] Shit. [ He shifts the weight in his arm to grab it properly, looking at the label with a bemused expression. Okay. Didn't think she'd actually follow up on that one. ]
Uh- Y-Yeah, yeah. I did say that. [ Well. Guess he's about to be drinking now. He tries to recall how many different drugs are in his system today and how well they mix with alcohol. Should be just his own pills and maybe some- Whatever. He doesn't actually care. He's not pleased about the drunken sleep this'll lead to. That's going to be fucking horrific. Terrifying even. Maybe he can black out and not even dream.
Or being next to Julie is deterrent? Hopefully she doesn't ditch him somewhere. ]
You want to hang here or--? Do you even get along with anyone here?
[ No, right? Quentin's already taking the cap off the bottle and taking a swing of it. He makes a disgusted face, hating it and the burn. He coughs. And then just takes a second gulp of it. ] Ugh. [ He closes the medkit he had been filling, puts it aside in a safe spot then moves over to her and holds the bottle out. ]
Okay. Here. Where we going?
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[ she watches quentin fumble with the bottle with a raised eyebrow and a snort, a shake of her head at his question. she's probably threatened to gut at least half of the people there in the middle of otherwise seemingly normal conversations, so... yeah. doesn't really get along with them is a way to put it. ]
[ ahem. anyway. ]
You don't sleep 'cause of Fingers, right?
[ it's not a question so much as julie thinking things through as she speaks, because it doesn't occur to her until right then that she can't hang around here, and she's going to have to keep an eye on quentin. she sighs as she takes the bottle, lifts her mask just enough to take a drink, and then gestures for quentin to follow her. ]
Come to Ormond. That way if you pass out he can't get you.
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[ Quentin rubs under his nose, shrugging at her and looking anywhere but at her at the question. ]
Fingers- Right. Yeah, I don't sleep because of that plate of baked ziti.
[ He wonders what Julie thinks. Susie knows what Krueger did, at least to the extent that he hurt him very young. He starts tilting his head to try and peak under her mask at her when she drinks. He's not about to ask about her opinions but she seems to provide an answer for him that makes him crack a smile at her. ]
Cool. Okay. [ His hands find their way into his pockets and he waits for her to take point. He'll follow right next to her. The fog is the fog and killers know their way around better than he does. Especially when he's just started drinking... ]
You know Susie lets me sleep there sometimes. [ Not sure that was a secret? ] I hope that's not, um, massively invading your space or anything? Frank apparently knows. [ He leans his head back, making a face. ]
And like... drew on me.
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[ she holds the bottle tight as she leads the way — it's not a long walk for her, five or ten minutes at the very most — and decides she doesn't want to think too much about anything quentin says. she knows he's linked to freddy somehow, and her own... interactions with him have a million suggestions flit through her head, but it's none of her business and she sure as fuck doesn't want to end up feeling sympathetic toward quentin. ]
[ but that means at least she doesn't ask any questions, lets it lie and lets quentin move the conversation elsewhere. ]
Yeah, I know.
[ and her tone of voice suggests she's not happy about it, but she doesn't say any more on the topic. she hasn't said a word to julie about it, barely anything to frank even, because what is she going to do? susie knows she hates survivors being in ormond outside trials, in their space, but that said there's no reasonable way to say "hey don't bring your boyfriend here" so... quentin gets to sleep there. ]
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Not that he wants to talk about Krueger but he half-expected to be questioned on it. Frank would've said something, for sure. He doesn't know Julie well enough to know she wouldn't. That's appreciated. He's more than happy to move on there.
The bottle has only been tapped by him so far and he's starting to feel a little stupid for that. Maybe he should've waited. And not brought up invading her home by making it a spot he's frequenting? She sounds displeased. But, you know, he's there. He's kissing her friend. He should be able to talk to them without it being weird as hell. ]
I put all the movies I found to watch with Susie by that TV you guys had that I guess, uh, Joey brought in to, um, to try and date a ghost but it's good for regular non-cursed entertainment now.
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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." ]
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[ 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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Can she even talk? I've never heard her say anything.
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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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[ 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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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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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.
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ You guys can get tomes?
The mask comes off and there he goes, looking at her like he’s studying some kind of painting with a curious little smile on. Quentin at least as the foresight to look away after a second instead of outright staring like he had with Susie. Julie wouldn’t even take that off for a head injury that the strap might be rubbing against.
Quentin’s paying attention but he doesn’t know Julie. Not really. Any forcing she’s doing goes unnoticed for the most part. ]
Maybe I’m spending too much thinking about it…
[ He’s been thinking about it since he got here. Why it does things. Why him? Why then? Why why why why-
He smiles in thanks and takes the bottle, his drink deep. He makes another face at the alcohol but it’s better than the first two drinks he had now. ]
Can I ask why doesn’t your mask get a mouth?
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[ it's immediate, a little "duh" in tone, but julie looks at her mask on the coffee table and its X mouth with a thoughtful frown. Maybe there's something to it — a face with no mouth for a girl who spent almost her whole life feeling like she could never say what was on her mind except to the rest of legion, like they were the only people she could be herself around — but even if she was willing to do that kind of introspection, julie's certainly not willing to say that much to quentin. ]
[ she shrugs a shoulder ] Maybe I just really liked Miffy.
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[ an immediate retort, carrying an eye-roll because she knows what he meant. he waits for a response, taking a whole gulp out of the bottle again before putting it down on the table where she can easily reach it. drinking with julie: he sure meant it.
quentin leans back in the chair then raising an eyebrow. ]
What's Miffy? Is that a cartoon?
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