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[hell. fucking. yes. SHE'S GETTING HIM TO PLAY A GAME WITH HER. step one of 'pester until he gives in' achieved. step two...]
want to place a bet
let's say two hours
if i can't find you before time's up you get a favor
no strings attached
but you have to promise me something in return for when you lose
want to place a bet
let's say two hours
if i can't find you before time's up you get a favor
no strings attached
but you have to promise me something in return for when you lose
[it's very late in the afternoon. lúcio knows that 76 likes to stalk the streets during the day and retreat to his coffin at night, so he's trying to act quickly. it's not actually as hard as he thought it would be to break into 76's room; he expected a lot more traps.
sitting on 76's bed, he looks around. he's not here to steal anything, but he sure wants to annoy the guy. he's already left his frog stickers... now, what to move...]
sitting on 76's bed, he looks around. he's not here to steal anything, but he sure wants to annoy the guy. he's already left his frog stickers... now, what to move...]
[Lúcio will find that despite the fairly liveable kitchen and den area (thanks, Ana), 76's room is extremely spartan, and more what one might find in a shady safehouse for shady vigilantes, rather than the bedroom of a normal person. It's all military-neat, with no personal mementos, save for what is clearly a conspiracy wall. Just...ignore that, maybe.
BUT THEN SURPRISE. 76 is home early--or someone is, at least. There is the sound. Of someone coming through the front door. Hopefully it is just Ana. Right. Right???]
BUT THEN SURPRISE. 76 is home early--or someone is, at least. There is the sound. Of someone coming through the front door. Hopefully it is just Ana. Right. Right???]
[if it was anyone else, he'd be gone the moment he heard the door.
actually, if it was anyone else he wouldn't have broken in. 76 is special.
lúcio makes sure he hides his frog sticks on the conspiracy wall. they don't cover up anything or ruin it, but 76 will surely find them when he goes to work on it again.
the dj sits on 76's bed and waits.]
actually, if it was anyone else he wouldn't have broken in. 76 is special.
lúcio makes sure he hides his frog sticks on the conspiracy wall. they don't cover up anything or ruin it, but 76 will surely find them when he goes to work on it again.
the dj sits on 76's bed and waits.]
[The unfortunate thing is that 76 is highly paranoid—anything even remotely out of place gets his attention, and the slightest misalignment of his bedroom door has him on edge. He approaches, listens, and then finally decides to just bust on in.
For a moment he looks like he’s about to grab his gun and start shooting up the room, at least until he realizes just who is sitting on his bed. Then, it’s all exasperation, a barely disguised sigh as he stands in the doorway.]
Who let you in?
[It’s not out of the question that Ana would have, but if Lúcio up and decided he could break into their house, well. He’s about to have a bad time.]
For a moment he looks like he’s about to grab his gun and start shooting up the room, at least until he realizes just who is sitting on his bed. Then, it’s all exasperation, a barely disguised sigh as he stands in the doorway.]
Who let you in?
[It’s not out of the question that Ana would have, but if Lúcio up and decided he could break into their house, well. He’s about to have a bad time.]
you know you could really bank on sendin out bee facts
save them and also make $$$$$$$ by gettin business[You have mail! Like, an actual handwritten letter. The address on the outside of the envelope is in careful block letters, to 'Jack Morrison', at the farm. The return address leaves out a name but it's the location of Lion House, so it should be no surprise who the letter is from.]
[Can Jack at all imagine how many revisions this went through before Fareeha actually sent it? The answer is; a lot. Finally, however, she was able to fish through her disjointed and unfocused emotions to come up with something coherent that struck to the heart of the issue.]
Jack,
I have since gotten in touch with my mother 'again', which means the last thing she knew between us before she left was I was in no mood to talk to her and the first thing she knew between us when she reappeared was that I was in no mood to talk to her. I am absolutely shattered by this thought, this reality. Months we worked on our relationship and we were finally healing that gap but in that moment your appearance and the reveal of your lies damaged what had been. You knowingly put her in a position that would harm everything we had gone through.
I know that you couldn't have known she would leave, or return, in such a short amount of time. What I want to know is, if you had known, would you have done it any differently? If you knew this was going to be the outcome, would you have told me, or have allowed her or encouraged her to tell me? I'm committed to trying again, with her, but I need to know from you; was it worth it?
Sincerely,
Fareeha Amari
[Can Jack at all imagine how many revisions this went through before Fareeha actually sent it? The answer is; a lot. Finally, however, she was able to fish through her disjointed and unfocused emotions to come up with something coherent that struck to the heart of the issue.]
Jack,
I have since gotten in touch with my mother 'again', which means the last thing she knew between us before she left was I was in no mood to talk to her and the first thing she knew between us when she reappeared was that I was in no mood to talk to her. I am absolutely shattered by this thought, this reality. Months we worked on our relationship and we were finally healing that gap but in that moment your appearance and the reveal of your lies damaged what had been. You knowingly put her in a position that would harm everything we had gone through.
I know that you couldn't have known she would leave, or return, in such a short amount of time. What I want to know is, if you had known, would you have done it any differently? If you knew this was going to be the outcome, would you have told me, or have allowed her or encouraged her to tell me? I'm committed to trying again, with her, but I need to know from you; was it worth it?
Sincerely,
Fareeha Amari
[Yeah, guess who isn't really about writing letters. Hint: this guy. He's a little put off by the fact that she seems to be blaming him for her rocky relationship with Ana, but it's a complicated issue that he's not sure he wants to tackle over snail mail or communication devices. She'll know he's received the letter when she gets a text message in return:]
I think you're missing the point. Not interested in hypotheticals. You know where to find me if you want to talk.
I think you're missing the point. Not interested in hypotheticals. You know where to find me if you want to talk.
no shit
what dance do they do when they want you to fuck off
the stanky leg?[It is complicated, and if he thinks she's blaming him then she's not getting her point across either; it's hard to write when she's still this hurt, but these are people she'd thought she had lost forever; however mad she might be, she still wants them in her life.]
[Which is why she relents. She's tired of being angry and bitter, and while she's far from fine, she's at least willing to talk.]
Be there shortly.
[Although in reality she'll take her time; longer than a direct route but not so long as to be irresponsible. When she arrives she knocks on the door, a couple smart raps, and then stands with her hands clasped loosely behind her. She's almost in a parade rest; Certain habits that were held over as a coping mechanism.]
[Which is why she relents. She's tired of being angry and bitter, and while she's far from fine, she's at least willing to talk.]
Be there shortly.
[Although in reality she'll take her time; longer than a direct route but not so long as to be irresponsible. When she arrives she knocks on the door, a couple smart raps, and then stands with her hands clasped loosely behind her. She's almost in a parade rest; Certain habits that were held over as a coping mechanism.]
how do they tell other bees to fuck off then
surely its gotta be something intense
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