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Oliver. King. ([info]cyprian) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-20 04:14:00

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Entry tags:dorian gray, plot: delta, plot: tempus

Who: Trenton & Isobel & [whomever would like to show their shining faces]
What: Post speakeasy-escape, reconvening on the street and then catching some warmth inside a local diner while plans are made.
Where: Chicago, 1929.
When: Late, nearing sunrise to after sunrise.
Warnings: N/A.
Notes: Like I said, if any of the escapees wants to join them, feel free. Or forever hold your peace.



It was too cold to hang out in the alley for any longer than necessary, besides one typically wanted to flee the scene of the crime, not rub elbows with the police. Trenton had spent many chilling winters in New York, but Chicago felt colder somehow. The wind seemed to take serious offense to them, and it whipped violently at the hem of Isobel's dress as Trenton led them to the sidewalk and quickly down the street.

He hadn't said anything, or encouraged her statement about them finding a place to stay. Trenton was silent as he helped her/pulled her down the sidewalk, suddenly thinking very heavily on the subject of money. He'd never really had to worry about money before, but the realization that credit cards probably didn't exist in 1929 was enough to make him feel a little ill. What was he.. supposed to do?

Isobel said that she had some money in her purse, but how much money could a woman be expected to keep on them? Besides, Isobel didn't even live on the Deluxe floor of Bellum -- how were they going to afford the Plaza or the Four Seasons with what she had in her purse? Trenton briefly cursed himself because now that he thought back on it, he was fairly certain that he'd seen that one redheaded cunt from P1 back at the speakeasy. She probably had a decent amount of money on her.

Wonderful, Dorian drawled. Now we're stuck with this wreck of a girl.

Trenton frowned, the cold finally getting to him enough that he gestured to the distant neon glow of a diner on the corner. "Let's warm up and figure out what the fuck we need to do."


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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-20 08:24 am UTC (link)
The thin, clinging fabric of her dress wasn't enough to stop even a breeze, and by the time the diner came into sight, she was shivering hard enough for her teeth to chatter. "Good plan. I'm dying for a cup of coffee right now." So Isobel made a beeline towards the diner with Trenton at her side, and the warmth that greeted them when they entered was like walking into heaven's arms. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, Isobel led the way to a table in the back corner, taking a seat and blowing into her hands to get some life back into them.

"We can ask if there are some rooms around here. Just something for the night until we can figure everything out," she said through chattering teeth, still rubbing her hands together as a waitress approached. Isobel ordered a cup of coffee, inclining her head towards Trenton since she didn't have a clue what he'd want.

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-21 11:34 pm UTC (link)
The warmth of the diner was a relief, and Trenton slumped into his side of the booth with an aching wince that came to fruition when Isobel mentioned finding a room. Would they really have to stay here?

"I don't know how I feel about--" Gathering a paper menu from the window side of their table, Trenton regarded the diner's name and address embossed on the bottom of the sheet. "Chicago.."

Frowning, Trenton set the menu down and peered out the window -- the streetside spill of vibrant cabs and vintage couples arm in arm -- while Isobel ordered her coffee. Although Trenton's original tone had spoke of distaste for remaining in the city, by the time he'd recanted the name of the city itself, his intentions were something else entirely. He'd never been to Chicago, after all. And he'd certainly never partied like it was 1929.

Besides, who the fuck wanted to find a way back to Bellum? Not him, considering his most recent troubles. Chicago, although unfamiliar, was sounding really nice the longer he considered it.

"Uh, yeah--" Cleaving loose from his distraction, Trenton rounded that gut-tightening, charismatic simper on the waitress who was still standing by and waiting for his order. Her bored expression lightened considerably when Trenton spoke, he even got a smile out of her. "Coffee," which he hated, but what the hell, "And some cherry pie."

He rotated his grin when the waitress sashayed off, focusing on Isobel. "I'm sure we'll find a hotel of some kind around here."

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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-21 11:49 pm UTC (link)
The cold was starting to go away as the waitress took her leave, and Isobel leaned forward, lacing her fingers together atop the table in front of her. "Like I said. I have a little money. The purse I had when we showed up here? Twenty bucks in it. Have you checked your pockets for anything?"

She chewed on her lip for a moment, glancing out the window and the world that went on beyond, wondering what in the hell they were going to do. "But after that, I don't have a clue. I don't even know where anyone else went."

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-22 12:24 am UTC (link)
At her suggestion, Trenton consulted his pockets front and back, finding a folded twenty in the very last crevice to be checked. Holding the bill between his fingers, Trenton brought it up to his eyes for consideration. What the hell could be bought with twenty dollars? They were going to have to find some money tomorrow, although that thought in itself wasn't a worrisome as it should have been.

I don't even know where anyone else went.

Trenton scoffed, and it was a tired sound. "Who cares?" Who did they need to worry about but themselves? They were outcasts, according to the rest of the building.

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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-22 12:29 am UTC (link)
A sigh escaped her lips and she didn't comment on that, though... he did have a point. They weren't exactly at the top of everyone's bff list, were they? And did she really mind that? No, not particularly. So her expression twisted just a bit and she glanced up as the waitress brought their order, a cup of coffee sat in front of each them and a slice of cherry pie in front of Trenton, the waitress paying more than a little attention to him as she sat it down.

Isobel didn't seem to notice, already grabbing the sugar container and pouring a liberal dose of sweet into her caffeine before taking a sip. "You're right," she said after a moment, feeling better with the warmth coursing through her. "Then we'll find a room for the night. And... I don't know. Shake Chicago up tomorrow. What else is there to do? I've spent enough time hiding in my room to want to stay in."

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-22 01:43 am UTC (link)
There was the possibility to consider that they'd be back in Bellum when the sun rose. Maybe this was a timed incident like the moon, because Trenton could not configure any way that they'd all boarded a time machine. Of course, there was also the likelihood that this was nothing but a dream.. but Trenton tried not to consider that too deeply. He'd rather be a free man in 1929 Chicago than a convict in 2010 New York.

Trenton straightened from his vagrant slouch when the waitress set their coffees down, giving the older woman a wink just to encourage the roses to bloom in her cheeks when she set off for the kitchen once more.

"This city needs me," Trenton began while plucking up his fork. He dug loose a vibrant cherry from the wounded edge of his pie, and savored it with a smile. "We'll show it how to have a good time."

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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-22 01:50 am UTC (link)
Somewhere, deep down inside, Isobel knew she ought to be more distraught by the situation they found themselves in, but somehow, she couldn't dwell on that, at least right now. So instead she gave him a little grin, leaning up and reaching over across the the table to pluck up a cherry that had escaped from the confines of the crust, popping it between her lips and settling back in her seat, licking her fingers slowly clean.

"I like the sound of that," she said with a bite of her lip, licking them clean and settling back, crossing her legs beneath the table and giving one of his legs a little nudge with her own. "Never did get a chance to see New York with you. You'll make it up to me here?"

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-22 02:36 am UTC (link)
Trenton sank back in his booth, chasing away the taste of melting sugar with a hard, black sip of coffee. The bitterness made him wince, and he quickly set to doctoring it up with a heavy hand of cream. Another bite of pie, another swallow of coffee that was quickly going lukewarm now that he'd colored it a very pale taupe. Trenton adjusted his shoulders and habitually rolled his wrists, enjoying the newness of no handcuffs. This city felt fresh, it was just the escape he needed. The building must love him.

Like a king in his new found kingdom, Trenton saw no downside right now. Money? Lodging? Pfft. There was pie, what the hell else did he need?

Like a barracuda spotting something shiny, his attention rose to Isobel when she licked some cherry from her fingers. The dark brushstroke of his eyebrows rose in self-amusement when Dorian spoke up with half a dozen lewd suggestions. One in particular had Trenton smirking into the rim of his coffee, refusing to yet take a sip in case he might choke on it.

Grinning in distraction, and shaking his head, Trenton tilted his attention back out the window. "I've never been to Chicago, we'll discover it together."

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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-22 02:59 am UTC (link)
Her gaze was steady on him, sip after sip of coffee taken, the caffeine easing some of her stress with it's familiarity and comfort. "What's so funny?" she asked at the sight of his grin,, hiding her own smile behind the rim of the cup, humming a little tune just under her breath.

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-22 03:58 am UTC (link)
"Dorian Gray," Trenton answered, immediate and honest. He'd been nothing but truthful with Isobel, about the most horrible aspects of himself, there was no reason to slow the tsunami now.

He didn't look at her when he said it, it was a casual admission. His attention sharpened on the street, the population of cars and stragglers was dwindling, it should be morning soon. "He can be pretty hilarious.."

His city boy drawl went nonchalant, and it matched his shrug when he dug another forkful of pie. But this time, he held it across the table, toward her in offering.

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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-22 11:00 am UTC (link)
The coffee cup was sat down at the offering of the bite of pie, and she leaned forward to slip it from the fork with mouth and tongue before settling back, savouring the bite for a long, happy moment. Once she had swallowed, she canted her head to the side.

"Why? What's he saying to you?" she asked. "Rapunzel is... she just keeps telling me I'm being stupid. And here I thought I grew up sheltered." Isobel laughed then, washing the sweetness of the pie away with a sip of coffee.

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-23 04:18 am UTC (link)
"It's nothing," he placated her with a smile, one that said whatever Dorian had whispered, it certainly wasn't nothing. Retrieving his fork after Isobel had taken her bite of pie, Trenton popped the sterling in his mouth to savor a lingering bit of neon cherry. He smiled around the silverware, watching her for a moment longer before he sank back against his seat. Bluegreen attention wavered, for the first time noting that there were two other people near by. Strange, and strangers. He considered that they might be from Bellum, but saw no reason to address the subject. He wasn't exactly friends with anyone that called that building home.

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[info]nineteen_stars
2010-06-23 11:36 am UTC (link)
"You'll tell me later, right?" she asked before she lapsed into silence herself, letting thoughts wander, and eventually she followed where his attention slid, taking in the two men, but not recognizing them, she looked back to Trenton.

"Let's go find some place to catch a bit of sleep. I swear if I sit here for too much longer, you're going to have to carry me outta here." She flashed him a grin then hid behind her cup of coffee, closing her eyes as she savoured it.

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[info]cyprian
2010-06-23 07:36 pm UTC (link)
"Maaaybe." Trenton drew the word out in a long tease, contemplating it like stretched taffy before lifting a mutinous paw toward the waitress, waving that twenty dollar bill between two wicked fingers. It was his fingers he was suddenly thinking so deeply on, the amusement of his earlier expression all but vacated, and he nodded absently when Isobel said something about being carried out.

"Sure." Only half listening. When the waitress took the money and went to make change, Trenton turned his palm over and examined it. Did they even have fingerprint studies in 1929? Wasn't this the age of bank robberies and train hijackings?

Think of what we can get away with, Dorian coaxed professionally. You will not be bored in this city, that is certain.

Although Trenton wasn't entirely sure he liked where Dorian's train of thought was heading -- jumping loose from it's tracks at breakneck speed -- he did have to admit that the man had a point. He could do anything here. He was a new man here.

The waitress brought him back his change, and Trenton's attention was rekindled on Isobel's sweet grin when he gestured her out of her seat, and took her arm. Escorting her once more into the cold, where they caught a cab a moment later.

"The nicest place we can stay for.." He consulted his money and her's. "Forty-eight bucks." The driver seemed to have something in mind, because the cab leapt from the curb and into the rising glitter of dawn.

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[info]clowning
2010-06-20 08:01 pm UTC (link)
Perhaps, one might never think that juggling was an appropriate way to indirectly inform the police that one was actually out performing rather than shmoozing at a speakeasy. That one isn't very clever or creative. That one has likely never had to use misdirection, which was one of the deadly mental weapon of mass distraction that one could wield. And so, with an assortment of fruit he'd slyly plucked from the basket inside of a very fine hotel not at all that far from where the police still likely raided, Miles juggled. He juggled with the skill of a man who has been juggling all of his life. He juggled as if the fruit were extensions of his being. He juggled the way someone would if they were pretending they were not up to no good, but rather a juggler instead merely making their way calmly to...

Where was he going? He had to take advantage of this time warp. Think about it--he already knew the history of the time, the secrets of the era, the ideals and songs that spoke to the people's hearts--he could make some money!

Ah, money... good thing he'd brought his wallet.

As he'd entered the diner, he'd removed his hat and held it out in front of him. Each piece of fruit fell in after the other a perfect succession.

"Oh! Attaboy!" one of the waitresses had cooed, her fingerwaves not proceeding with how she moved forward so swiftly, and her doll-like red pout graduating into a grin. "Jugglin', that's the bee's knees! What else can ya do hotsy-totsy live? You comin' for a cup-o-joe?"

Well, that worked out better than he'd thought. What slang she'd used! "Aren't you keen, I'm a magician, doll. I was left holding the bag in my street performance... had to run off with jack. I can sit anywhere?" he'd inquired, scanning the patrons for anyone who might give him the 'i am from the modern world' wink wink, nudge nudge eye. "Joe for me."

He took a seat a few booths a away from them, though still in view if they decided to look over.

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[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-21 02:33 am UTC (link)
Somewhere between the speakeasy and the diner, Theo had acquired a hat. It wasn't as nice as his hats usually were, but it matched his suit well enough and he felt much better with something on top of his head - something about the pressure, the doctors had decided when he had gotten in trouble at school for refusing to take his hat off. Something sensory. Mostly Theo had ignored their opinions, because really he just liked hats. And it was amazing what sort of things people would drop while fleeing the police. He had reasoned with the help of his friends in his head that he was really doing whoever it was that had dropped his acquisition a favor by removing the last bit of evidence of his presence.

Eventually, when he had gotten tired of wandering the streets looking awesome, and realized at last that it was cold outside, he'd decided the diner looked like a good place to stop. He looked around inside, and started to head for a table of his own when the voices piped up again.

There's plenty of room at that table, he shouldn't be keeping it all to himself, you know.

Maybe he's got... tea...

And we do need a fourth, the new voice said.

Theo pursed his lips, confused. But there were four of them...

Four is three, and three can't tea. It's not tea with Time, but it is time for tea.

Well, if they said so. Theo strode over to the booth where a single man sat, and slid in the opposite side and smiled. "What a wonderful day, don't you agree?"

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[info]clowning
2010-06-21 03:07 am UTC (link)
What a delightful hat, his attentions had discovered. Somebody wanted to sit with him? How surprising! No one ever wanted to be near him! That's why he'd always had to sneak up on people, yes, make himself useful. Useful enough for people to need him.

Wait... that wasn't right... Miles raised both of his brows and smiled in a polite manner, batting his lashes a few times as if the ghostly dust of the odd inclination that his moods were taking had powdered them. He folded his hands neatly before him, noting that they were still a bit atrophied from the chill outside, and stared down into his cup of 'joe', before peering back up to the man who had joined him. The grin remained in tact.

"I wouldn't say it's quite day yet, oh no." he'd rectified, an index sweeping through the air before him in a circular movement, as if he were stirring an invisible pool. "The sun still stirs its weary head. But be sure that before you go, it will be day instead." he put his hand down and encircled the mug before him. It was warmer than he had thought it would be, but it was a welcomed respite from the tension that the iciness mesmerized his thawing joints with.

The waitress, with her fiery red hair and flaming ruby pout, asked gingerly. "Cup o' Joe for you too, sailor?" to the man in the hat.

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[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-21 03:16 pm UTC (link)
Yes, Theo would very much love a cup of coffee. He'd also love a cigarette, but he'd already checked and he didn't have any of those, so at least he could have some lovely, lovely caffeine. He opened his mouth to ask for some, but what emerged instead was "Tea for me, hot and hearty."

That wasn't very nice. Theo was supposed to be the one controlling the mouth, that had always been the deal. He had the sneaking suspicion that had been the new voice, taking over, and he didn't like him as much anymore.

"Don't got tea," the waitress informed him.

A little smug, Theo beamed up at her. "Cup o' Joe it is, then!" He continued beaming until she went to get it, then turned the grin to his new friend. "I detest tea, truthfully." Well, really, he'd never tried it, but he hated it on principle now.

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[info]clowning
2010-06-21 06:10 pm UTC (link)
"Unfortunately, tea isn't strong enough for me."

Miles watched the waitress enthusiastically skitter off along the gleaming sea of tile, to fetch the hatted mans order. More accurately, he'd followed her retreat searchingly the way a jackal would monitor the unsteady gait of a newly born cub--carefully, curiously, and filled with a need to pounce. He'd turned back to his company with a knowing grin and a sigh that parted his mouth, and inspired him to speak more.

"So, are you from that haunted apartment?" he'd asked without shame. He was never one to care much for possibly appearing like a fool, and in all honesty, he'd rather like to get to know some of the people in the building now, then he'd ever had before. Probably on account of all this confusion.

"Odd night, hasn't it been?" he'd added, as he reached deliberately for the sugar packets aside from him.

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[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-21 09:03 pm UTC (link)
"I'm found on the first floor." Theo was glad to find another person from the building, as well. Strangely, he hadn't met that many people yet. He'd think that, on the first floor, they'd all have to pass him by quite a bit... but apparently not so! "Have you flipped through the forum? It's seems it's strange successively, or so they say." He'd been looking forward to it, and so far he wasn't disappointed.

When his coffee arrived, he gulped down half the cup black, without a care for the fact that it was burning his tongue. Ahhh, caffeine... just what he'd needed it. He sat up even straighter, even bouncing a little in his seat. "The name is Theo, if you care to know."

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[info]clowning
2010-06-22 02:55 am UTC (link)
"You may call me Miles."

There was a reason, indeed, for him ordering his words in such a way as if this were some sort of privilege to be referring to him as Miles. Unbeknownst to Mr. Theo, when Miles did not like somebody's 'vibe', 'aura', 'disposition', they were to call him Rupert. Of course, this all lost meaning when he would perform as Miles Glass, the magician... and every fool would call him thus... ah, the coffee was setting in. He tap tap tap'd the side of his cup. My oh my, the coffee back then was strong! And was that chicory he detected? Anyway.

"Pleasure to meet you Theo. What do you reckon is the cause for this mass hallucination, if it is a hallucination? Or do you think we've been pulled into some kind of retrocausal bridge?"

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[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-22 04:03 am UTC (link)
An M! Theo was delighted... he seemed to have misplaced his M, might this be a replacement? How thoughtful of the building.

"I believe it's the building, by my browsing." Theo shrugged, not really caring so much about the why. The important part was that it was ever so interesting.

It's Time, you know. He's quite abandoned us. The new voice sounded just a touch sad, but that didn't last long. But that's quite all right! At least he left me at teatime.

Shut up, Theo told him. You tried to make me take tea. I don't like you right now.

Well, that's not very nice! He is you, and you are he, and it's not very nice to say that to ones-self.

Quite... ahhh... true, you kn-

With a small pout, Theo rubbed his forehead. "Have you ever had a moment, M, where your mind seems unpleasantly noisy?" If he could reach into his own mind to strangle them, at the moment, he would.

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[info]clowning
2010-06-22 04:19 am UTC (link)
A pause...

... or was that reluctance? Hesitation? After a few seconds dangled between them like sloughing chandeliers, he embarked on the question as if he were treading thin ice. Honestly, he hadn't felt quite right for a long while, not since well... he couldn't place it. He had to amend and explain himself after he was only able to whip up:

"Not as much as my instincts." as an almost automated response.

And then he'd glanced around, as if what he was about to impart had an air of secrecy, or that it required a bit more privacy than he usually afforded any of his information. H was actually feeling more secretive than usual. Unlike him. He usually was very open.

"I feel as if something is... missing. My instinct tells me something is missing. And the unpleasant noise might be there, but it isn't as strong as my instincts."

I'm good you know! I only want to help... he'd consoled himself inwardly, as if from a remote source. Yes, maybe it was noisy, this mind of his, of late.



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[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-22 04:36 am UTC (link)
Theo's pout grew. "It's normally noisy, but they never negated my notions. Now it's noisier, and they're nicer to the new one." That wasn't right. They were supposed to be Theo's friends... it just wasn't fair.

If you'd just allow, I'd illuminate...

No! Theo tried to ignore the new voice, as best he could. No, no, I don't want to know.

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[info]clowning
2010-06-22 04:46 am UTC (link)
"You're the only person I've met tonight who makes any sort of sense!" he'd exclaimed, slamming his hand onto the counter lightly. It was the work of the caffeine making him want to gesticulate wildly or tap his foot beneath the table rhythmically. It'd been so long since he'd had coffee. He was remembering why he enjoyed it so much. He had even slid his cup to the edge of the table and flicked his wrist.

"Everyone else seems so shut off from reality. It's the allegory of the cave, Theo, and we've been out of the cave, and here we are, inside of it again."

Oddly enough, the waitress, even having her back turned, somehow seemed to come to his call. Miles didn't notice this. The gesture had come naturally, and as she hurriedly filled his cup and went off again to check on others, he went for the sugar packets again with a sigh.

"Or is this the cave at all? Maybe we're still in the building...

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[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-22 05:07 am UTC (link)
"I've never been in a cave." Theo had never been that good with allegory, so he took what Miles said at face value. "I'm too tall, and they're too small."

He didn't mind not being in a cave, though, not really. It seemed like it would be awfully cramped and dark. Maybe that was what Miles meant. "Do you like caves? Or do you despise them?"

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[info]clowning
2010-06-22 05:23 am UTC (link)
"Oh, Theo... I hate caves as well. Why? Of course, I've seen what lies beyond them! I've experienced the world! I've traveled. I've met glorious, selfish, saints and sinners. I've bothered over many a quaint and curious lore. I've beheld such things... such things... and for this, I couldn't hate caves any more!"

Taking another heaping dose of his coffee, he began to feel more content that he was seemingly participating in a sort of grand illusion. One in which there were other unwilling participants. Just as life was becoming a prison, he was released into a new one.

"By the way, I can be found on the second floor. If at any time we must return, and say, you require something, don't hesitate to come to my door. I'm very helpful, you see." he grinned, batting his lashes for effect and shrugging his shoulders. "That's just me."

Stop making everything rhyme...
... no, no, you must take advantage of this quality, while it's still in it's prime! What if your new friend requires a favor? Wouldn't you like to be his savior?

"And it seems this is not a thing we're waking up from. It's real. We're going to be stuck here a while, I feel."

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[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-22 05:32 am UTC (link)
It was hard not to admire the way Miles used words. Theo stared at him somewhat adoringly for a moment, giving that lovely speech the appreciation it deserved. "I like to be helpful, as well, but no one ever seems to want my sort of help." It was a shame, Theo felt. He was a very useful man to have around, if only they'd realize it. Who else could make them such wonderful hats?

As for being stuck... "It's Time, you see. He's left the table in a tiff. Quite miffed." Hm. Theo wasn't sure where that had come from, but it did seem to make quite a bit of sense. "I'm sure if he could be coaxed to acquit, it would all be over, lickety-split."

I'm glad you're taking my advice. Why does Time fly?

Hm, Theo hadn't the foggiest idea.

Neither do I, I've just always wondered.

...maybe the new voice wasn't so bad, after all.

I'm glad to have your approval. It would make things very uncomfortable for you to keep disapproving of you.

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[info]clowning
2010-06-22 06:14 am UTC (link)
"Are we to assume then, that time is a thing? Oh my! The chaos that'd bring... " The smooth skin of Miles' forehead rumpled; the crease was teasingly impressed to stay and did not soften, even as he went on to explain. The curve of both his brows ascending. "How much sense it makes, however, and how clever of you to endeavor, and for everyone else's sakes." his index and thumb cradled his chin, where it was nestled and stroked. He hmm'd audibly. "Then again, man invented time--for this, the chagrin of believing it was in and of itself, would give yourself, and I, quite a climb toward a mountain we might miss. You're right, though, Theo... all we imagine might make itself, all right! And in so doing, we invented time."

He nodded sagely, the node in his crinkled brow softening. "Quite. And what a crime. Imagine a world where we needn't time breathing down our back? Waiting around the corner like a robber, with a sack! Waiting to shove us in, and oh, that cunning time, with a grin!"

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[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-22 06:20 am UTC (link)
"But with no time," Theo felt compelled to move out. "There's no forward or back. We'd be stuck in a second, and wouldn't that be boring?"

Time... the concern of the moment. Definitely something to think about. He took another, slightly pensive sip of his coffee.

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[info]clowning
2010-06-22 06:25 am UTC (link)
"Of course there would be. Do not numbers exist without us having to know math? There are two cups on the table full of coffee, and two men sitting at one booth. Without us saying that mathematics exist, this would be a fact, or ... an interpretation. And so time would exist forward, here, and back, in one block. Or, at least that's what I believe. It would be boring living in a second. I can't imagine a second having any kind of sense of style as far as decorum goes--flighty, fickle, and cool and quick to go as a drop of april snow, as they are."

He suddenly felt hungry. How much money did he have in his pockets? He began rifling around in them with both of his hands, in each pocket, at the same time.

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[info]twodays_slow
2010-06-22 06:40 am UTC (link)
Theo searched his pockets, as well, and drew out a twenty dollar bill. That didn't seem like it would go far at all, but twenty and twenty would go further for two than one twenty would go for one, he thought. "Would you like to conspire?" He beamed at his new friend. "Exploration isn't as much fun alone."

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[info]clowning
2010-06-22 10:24 pm UTC (link)
"Of course I would."

Just near simultaneously did the both of them produce a twenty. He placed his between his index and fore, holding it up for Theo to see. It was noted inwardly that he'd had a lot more on him before this had all happened (the time warp, that is.) but, if this mass hallucination could make him move backward in the sea of time, despite its mightiest currents forward, well... perhaps he'd stumble upon where it was left.

"If we're stuck here, we should begin looking into business investments as soon as possible."

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