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[twicebonded]

WHAT In person or texting, I don't know, I'm not your boss
WHERE Wherever you'd be at night
WHEN Day 1, night
NOTES aj said i was allowed to make a new post

[So, you've survived your first—or fiftieth, or five-hundredth—day in Quiet Mounds. Tonight, it's raining—or, it's not. Maybe you're trying to get used to your new, quiet apartment. The electricity is buzzing in that way that's hard to ignore, a silence so loud it's deafening, in that poetic sort of way.]

[Or maybe you're one of the sad sacks still working at the 24/7 joints. Or their why-am-I-even-up-this-late customers. You're the reason why capitalism does this to people, you know.]

[☽ ☽ ☽]

Comments

[proficient_in_photoshop]

[A HOT BARISTA, WORKING THE DEAD OF NIGHT SHIFT AT THE FANCY LUXE. He takes a moment to look outside at the rain, since it's pretty slow right now]

[goodintentions]

[you've got a coworker obnoxiously slurping the last of some iced drink monstrosity with a straw.]

Still raining, huh.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

[!! MORE COWORKER]

I think it's coming down harder, yeah.

[goodintentions]

Wonder how many people kept an umbrella. That'd be a sight. Someone standing all long-suffering at a crosswalk while there's, like, [makes that throat sound from Juon] in their ears.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Wow. That was spot-on.

[goodintentions]

[does a sweeping bow.]

Thank you, thank you, I do try.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

I don't think our schedules matched up until now. What's your name again?

[goodintentions]

I'm Vector.

[gives a joking salute.]