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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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I do not, but I have to take hold of these reins at some point.

Which reins are those?

[oh wow]

The reins of the future!

It's . . . a little exciting.

A lot of it is overwhelming or even depressing, but you know what I'm looking forward to?

What?

New instruments and musical styles.

[despite himself, Vanyel sort of. squirms. wriggles. briefly. with excitement]

There really must be . . .

So many! I already met someone who taught me the basics of this spoken word form called rapping.

Rapping? Tell me about that.

It seems to largely rely on rhythm and word sounds — [describes rapping, but Dave-style rapping]

Oh! I'd be interested in hearing . . .

Maybe tomorrow? I don't want to wake Medren, and we haven't looked into soundproofing yet.

[VERY REGRETFULLY]

. . . I expect we'll have tomorrow. And days after that.

Probably a lot of days.

Let's see that food you brought. I don't suppose the bakers gave any instructions?

Ah—most of it should be just fine cold, I think. We could try to figure out the kitchen, I can look things up on my phone . . .

[he's yawning a little, though, eyelids starting to grow a bit heavy]

Or would you rather I send you to bed with no supper?

[he straightens up a little]

No! It's fine. Anyway, I don't need to take your bed, I can sleep here . . .

That's just asking for a cold, after spending most of the night out in the rain. Medren and I have crashed in the same bed often enough. We were boys together, we're like a basket full of puppies. Let's get that food started.

[he blushes a bit more, but nods. let's try to figure out a microwave]

[SOME BEEPING LATER let's have a 1 am picnic in the living room]

[settles down comfortably next to him, sleepy now but content]

[speaking of sleepy, this guy's wandering out of his room, yawning and rubbing his eyes...]

Stef...? What time is it?

—oh. Vanyel, welcome!

I'm sorry! Did we wake you? I found this little bird lost in the rain so I took it inside to warm up.

[he sputters a little, flushed and flustered]

Medren! I'm sorry, we didn't mean to wake you . . .