Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Holly thought people in Weird Repose handled shit in very different ways. Some acted like the weird was as normal as, IDK, Taco Bell drive-thrus were to city people. There had to be some truth to that thing about reality being whatever you grow up with. Like those feral kids in the woods, or like people who grew up without technology and without knowing other shit existed. To them, that was just normal. And to natural-born Reposians? This was normal. Nothing freaky, nothing to see here, and he kinda suspected most of them didn't even realize anything was odd until they were exposed to life beyond Repose. Others seemed to have never acclimated or something, and he suspected that had more to do with the mercurial nature of the town, right? Shit shifted and changed, and if you were someone who didn't handle change well? Well. He? Had grown up in boringsville, where all his weird entertainment came from fiction or, like, ghost hunters who never found anything, no matter how many nights they spent in super-haunted houses.
"Decaffeinated coffee is the work of Satan. It's true. He was like, what can I do to really fuck with humans? I know. Coffee that tastes like pure shit," he countered. "Poll people. I'll win." Because, yeah, no-brainer. Decaf? Horrible. Still, easier to talk about than alcoholic parents. Holly had no issue tearing into the former, but he was all about avoidance with the latter. It was a sticky subject, you know? Loving someone who you kinda hated too. Anyway, right, knives. Knives were easier, because he didn't have a knife problem himself. Look, he got his hypocrisy, okay? No one needed to point it out to him, but it also bothered him zero.
"Nah, a cute light puppy that, like, rolled over on command, or maybe played a xylophone? That's where the money's at. People go wild for that cute stuff," he said, and it wasn't actually a lie. But, right, right, brass tacks. "There have to be other places. It would be insanely vain to think the ones we know personally are the only ones that exist. And, actually, we already know there are different places. Three, at least. Here, where I'm from, and where your guy's from. We also know there are completely different ways to get to them, right? Trav was in a coma, and then he woke up. He never physically left here. You do a swap-thing. I don't. And I don't have anything resembling an ability, but you do, so the problem? Is there are way too many fucking variables. There aren't any real patterns."