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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.]

[☽ ☽ ☽]

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[clocked_out]

[Dave is working his first night shift at Heavenly Grounds. Cleaning tables and talking to himself. Still wearing sunglasses even though he is indoors and it's night time.

... He's been talking to himself for ten solid minutes in a steady, mumbled monologue. ]

[twicebonded]

[ducking inside, pulling his damp hood down. he's already more than a little drenched. wearing jeans and a zip-up hipster hoodie, revealing a dazzlingly beautiful face and shining hair, angels sang, etc etc]

Ah . . .

[he seems concerned about leaving footprints]

[clocked_out]

[Dave doesn't notice him until he makes a noise. He jerks his head up.]

Oh, shit.

[twicebonded]

What? What is it? I'm sorry—

[clocked_out]

Uh, stay where you are. —No, wait, shit. Do you want clothes?? I have some clothes. That aren't wet.

[twicebonded]

No—it's fine, I'm. Would you like me to leave?

[clocked_out]

Dude, looking at you makes ME feel wet.



[God dammit]

No, it's cool, I still need to use the swab shaft. Uh, MOP. Sit. [HAND GESTURES]

[twicebonded]

. . . if you're sure.

[sits, perched anxiously on the edge of a chair]

[clocked_out]

.........



Did you want coffee.

[eforeveryone]

[wow. You talk SO MUCH. you talk even when nobody is talking to you]

[clocked_out]

[He just... keeps talking... sweeping and mumbling. Frequently rhyming. ]

[eforeveryone]

You talk a lot.

[clocked_out]

[stops sweeping, leaning on the broom.]

Yeah well you do that OPPOSITE of that.

Feels like the kind of inane coincidence I should be overanaylyzing.

[eforeveryone]

[i mean, knock yourself out]

[clocked_out]

I just got to figure out on which layer of meta I'm supposed to be feeling this sick burn and/or incisive parallel. It's too bad Rose isn't here I'm sure she'd have loads to say about how this ties back into an oral obsession.

[eforeveryone]

Rose?

[clocked_out]

She's my ecto-twin sister.

[appliedscience]

[ around 3am Tony appears from the back. has he slept? who knows. he watches for a minute while Dave talks to himself ]

You know, that's either a sign of genius, or losing you mind.

[clocked_out]

[pauses, squints at him]

So is welding at 3am. Jegus, I thought you left.

[appliedscience]

I almost never leave - that's lesson 1. Or, like lesson 11, I don't know if Loki taught you anything.

[moving behind the counter to make himself a coffee]

Also, for the record, I'm probably both a genius and losing my mind. Definitely on the genius, probably on the going crazy.

[clocked_out]

[Stands awkwardly where he is, snagging the broom from where he has it leaning to have something to do with his hands.]

He mostly said you know your way around a sword. In a literal way, not in a figurative sexually-charged way. He didn't get around to mentioning what you were supposed to be a genius about.

[appliedscience]

He's not wrong, I'd probably label myself more of a laser guy. And the genius is sort of general genius, but I do build a lot of robots.

[brewing like, a quadruple espresso]

[clocked_out]

Robots are ok. Like semi-sentient, automated puppets. Not my thing but my bro's into that.

[appliedscience]

It's true, robots are okay. AI is the goal.

[still making his coffee]

Easy to get close, hard to perfect.

[clocked_out]

When you talk about 'perfecting' it kind of sounds a little creepy, like you're cultivating it for some nefarious purpose.