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WHAT in person
WHERE all over
WHEN 32nd day
NOTES it's a deage post

[it's a beautiful day!

by someone's standards!

which is to say, the entire town is darkly overcast and gloomy, and starting in the morning, there are scattered showers intermittently around the town. it's light enough that it isn't bothersome, barely noticeable, really, but you may find yourself feeling a bit different after you've past through one. like it's taken a few years off your life— quite literally.

or maybe it doesn't effect you at all! and you just want to go for a walk in the rain. you do you.]

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Tch. Gang's gonna have my goddamn head.

Only if they find you, right? I never heard of more than a few people making it here from the same place.

They ain't gonna come looking. I was supposed t'be lookout.

Did you leave on purpose?

I didn't leave! Just wound up here.

Not much you or your gang can do about that!

...

...hungry?

So what if I am?

I told you, there's free food, remember?

Then why're you askin? Show me where it's at.

Watch this.

[heads to the fridge, pulls out all the lunchables and sunny D, dumps them on the counter.

closes the fridge.

reopens the fridge, revealing more lunchables and sunny D??]

See? So help yourself.

[gives it SUCH A DUBIOUS LOOK]

That stuff fresh?

It's not off or anything.

[he tears into a lunchable. sniffs it. then starts chowing down]

[meanwhile, going and getting his gittern out of its case and starting to play something, just background music. it's pretty and unobtrusive and also undeniably calming. McCree shouldn't notice any push against his emotions or anything—Medren's good enough that he could do this untrained at age twelve without Vanyel noticing he was doing anything—and in any case he's not doing anything sketchy. but McCree should, very naturally and for no discernible reason, start to feel more at ease.]

[he does give Medren a dubious look when the gittern first comes out, but it doesn't interrupt his eating. After he's gone through about two and a half lunchables he slows, taking a swig of Sunny D in between]

That some kinda weird guitar?

[playing softly still as he talks, but it doesn't make conversation difficult]

It's like the ancestor of a guitar, according to google.

How's it that you know what google is but you got an ancient guitar?

Been here long enough to learn, that's all.

How long's that?

About a month, I guess?

Ain't all that long.

No. Long enough to figure out how phones work, though.

This is so fucking weird.

Believe me, I know.

The hell do you do here anyway? S'like they got us in a fucking zoo.