Olivia Jensen is on her way to ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ғᴀsᴛ (sprinted) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-05-15 22:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [05] may, maizie wolfe, nathan posey, olivia jensen, savannah posey |
Who: Olivia Jensen, Maizie Wolfe, Savannah Posey, and Nathan Posey
Where: The rooftop of the LBJ Library
When: 5/5/19, around 8PM
What: The calm before the storm.
"So, this is the roof." They'd paused in the doorway, checking for the telltale smell of s'mores gas, before the four of them -- two Poseys, a Wolfe, and a Jensen -- stepped onto it for real, spreading out and tilting their heads up. Olivia brought a hand up to rest on Maizie's shoulder, staying close. Part of her had honestly felt a little annoyed at Savannah's subtle needling of her and Maizie's tendency to escape up to the roof when they wanted space -- let's all go up to the roof after dinner, since y'all seem to love it so much -- but now that they were outside and the stars were up above them, the roof was working its usual calming magic on her. Even the rift between her and Nathan after the water truck fiasco, the one that had primarily been in her head, felt a little less big. "Cool, right?" she asked Savannah and Nathan, a little smugly. "I mean, if we're gonna have the apocalypse, at least we still have the stars and stuff." Within the first few steps out onto the roof Nathan had tilted his face towards the skyline. The building wasn’t outrageously tall, but tall enough that the sky was expanse above them in a way that he hadn’t experienced anywhere else in Austin yet. “Not bad, kiddo,” Nathan told Olivia, tilting his head with a devious bend to his mouth. “Ain’t like flyin’, but it’s an alright consolation.” It had been years since he’d flown, but he didn’t think he’d get over missing it. “Y’all better be careful. Word gets around how great this is, and you’ll have to share more often.” He bent his head back towards the stars and breathed in deep. Olivia giggled at his choice of words, then bit her tongue hard to stop them from continuing. "Well, does anything really feel like flying, these days?" She asked then, once she could manage it. The corner of Maizie’s mouth curled up into a smirk and her eyes darted in Liv’s direction, but she held it together a little better than her girlfriend. “I know, right? Anyway it's not like we bring just anyone up here, so hopefully the secret will stay safe for a little while longer.” Most people, she figured, just assumed the roof to be off limits. Funny how a similar thought had never crossed Maizie’s mind at all. Considering that the roof was full of solar panels, Savannah wasn’t surprised that more people didn’t find their way up here, but even still she could understand why Maizie and Liv seemed to like it so much. And with the Oval Office on the top floor, it wasn’t a hardship to climb one more flight. “You girls act like you own the place,” Savannah teased, before adding, “You gonna get mad if either of us come up here without your permission?” "I guess not." Olivia couldn't resist a fake-pout, though it only lasted a moment before she let the non-issue go with a smile. Walking over to the edge, Savannah leaned against the railing and pointed North West in the direction of the UT School of Law. “Y’know, I used to joke that I lived there since there were so many late nights as I was bustin’ my butt to get through law school. Suppose it’s the ultimate form of irony to actually live here at the LBJ now.” There was a comforting sense of familiarity, though. She’d felt it since the first day they’d shown up here. “Which dorm were you in again, Nathan? Seems like forever ago when you were a Freshman and I was askin’ mom and dad if I could have your room when you were at school,” she said, laughing at the memory. Nathan shook his head at the younger set, still getting used to dealing with people their age. At least he was grateful that Liv seemed to have gotten over the water truck event. Instead of playing into their entertainment, he joined Savannah at the railing. “First two years were Jester West,” he replied. “Then Jester East for the last two.” Nathan pointed out in the general direction of where the residence halls were. “They never did give that room to you,” he added as he turned around to lean his back against the rail. “Gotta ask, why the LBJ and not one of the dorms, Sav?” Savannah shrugged as she continued to look at the landscape of the university around them. There were plenty of buildings they could have gone to. In hindsight, settling into the dormitories would have been nice… “I think because it looked like the safest buildin’ on campus. It’s big and there aren’t a lot windows. People started gatherin’ here in the beginnin’ and then we never left.” Nathan nodded along with the explanation, squinting up at the stars again. “Where’d you call home on campus, Liv?” He cocked his head so he could look at her from the corner of his eye. She turned at the sound of her name, stepping away from Maizie's side and raising her eyebrows expectantly over at him. “Or were you one of the fancy kids with their own apartment?” Nathan prodded Savannah in the side with his elbow at the last part. He’d never felt the need to have offsite housing, but he didn’t really fault her for wanting it. “No, wait, lemme guess… you had your own room at a sorority house,” he guessed with a smirk. "I lived in the dorms, actually." Olivia ran her hand down Maizie's arm, then took her hand to lead them both closer to the two adults, a slight smirk of her own on her face. "San Jacinto. I was gonna move in with the track house for sophomore year." But talking about college reminded her of everything she'd worked so hard for, only to lose all possible chance of ever achieving her dream, and as she glanced over at Maizie she realized that when the conversation made its way around to her, she wouldn't have any college nostalgia to fall back on. The whole thing was so bittersweet or whatever. "I guess it's crazy how things work out," she said vaguely, turning a little to survey the campus that spread out in front of them. Ugh, all the stupid trauma from a few days ago was still making her emotional. "If Nick hadn't scouted me, who knows if I would've even applied to UT in the first place." Did everything happen for a reason? Olivia had always scoffed at the idea, but now -- up on a rooftop in an urban wasteland, next to people who cared about her and a guy who was on his way to being more than just kinda okay in her books -- she was beginning to think maybe there was some truth to that. “I’m glad you did,” Maizie said softly to Liv, squeezing the other girl’s hand. Uncharacteristically quiet during this whole conversation, she was the only person on the rooftop who wasn’t looking over at the rest of the UT campus. Her gaze was on the others instead, listening but not interrupting before now. She just had one connection with the university from before and that was through Dad, so she couldn't really take part in reminiscing about it the way the others were. And, honestly, she didn't want to bring him up anyway. Nathan let the reminiscence settle for a few minutes before he responded, “Come on, everyone wants to live in Texas.” His drawl dialed up to eleven to elicit a laugh out of at least one of the women present. They couldn’t change anything about before, they were here now, and he was real glad for that. “Minnesota ain’t nothin’ to write home about anyway. Knew a guy, a pilot buddy of mine, lived in Saint Paul, I think. Told us stories about the winters. How if he wore less than four layers he’d freeze his balls off.” Balls. Maizie, trying not to snicker like a 10-year-old, covered her mouth with her hand. Reaching out, Savannah hit Nathan with the back of her hand and gave him a look. “Don’t be a jerk. Or talk about balls. Your tact could obviously still use some work,” she rolled her eyes. “I lived with a bunch of dudes,” Nathan defended as he rubbed at the spot his sister had hit. “Not doin’ it on purpose.” "Yeah, it could." Olivia's face was scrunched up in obvious irritation; only she could talk smack about Minnesota! (Nick too, maybe, if she was feeling charitable.) Nathan was so rude. "And your buddy and his balls sound like a wuss. You get used to waiting for the school bus when it's -20. Totally not a big deal." She looked at Maizie out of habit, looking for back-up, even though she knew her girlfriend didn't have any experience with winters like that. Liv had mixed feelings about Minnesota, Maizie knew, and even though she was pretty sure Nathan had just been fooling around, maybe it was one of those things that hit too close to home. Meeting Liv’s eyes, Maizie gave her girlfriend a nod of understanding. “I ain’t disputin’ that,” Nathan responded, trying to cover for the apparent rudeness he hadn’t realized he’d stumbled into. “I love Texas more than any other place I've lived,” Maizie said, “but I do miss snow. Real snow, not that stuff we had in December that was like the ashes of hell falling from the sky. It didn't even look pretty.” Glancing at Savannah, eyes widening slightly, she added, “You told him about that, right? Pretty sure weird weather patterns should be part of the ‘Welcome to Austin’ brochure, along with the s’mores gas and blob rain.” “What kind of welcome wagon would I be if I left that out?” She asked, smiling in amusement. Austin had plenty of flaws, and the list seemed to grow every day, but even with the ash snow, blob rain and s’mores gas, they’d managed to stay safe. Nothing would ever be like it was before, but at least they were together. Yawning widely, Savannah pushed off the rail, and turned to look between Maizie and Olivia. “I’m pretty beat after today. I’m gonna turn in. You’ll stay out of trouble and be quiet when you come in?” It was phrased as a question, but by this point, the girls should know better to know it was more than a suggestion that they behave. With Savannah as shelter leader, it was only natural for some perks to come with the job, but that didn’t mean they were above the law. Maizie and Liv running around like hooligans just wasn’t an option. "Already?" It wasn't even really that late, though Olivia didn't really mind having an opportunity to chill out before returning to the Oval Office, which was starting to feel a little cramped now that it held four adults -- including one that was exceptionally tall -- and two animals. Sven was, like, an adult sized cat, too. Funny how time kept going on even through everything. "We'll be good," she added, having nearly every intention of doing just that -- well, the loose definition of the word, anyway -- suppressing the urge to smirk lest she give Savannah the wrong impression. "Good night." “Yeah, we’ll just, like, hang out and look at the stars or something. Good night.” It wasn't like they could really get into that much trouble on the roof anyway. Maizie stepped forward to give Savannah a quick, tight hug, then turned to look up at Nathan. “You going too?” “‘Fraid so,” Nathan confirmed with a nod. “Early shift tomorrow, gotta get sleep.” The responsibility was still new to him, the routine still a little foreign. But he’d lived in routines for years, he’d adjust. “Have fun.” He straightened from his slouch, and stopped only long enough to pull Maizie into a brief half-hug and kiss the top of her hair. It was the same kind of thing he’d do to Savannah. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, kids,” he said over his shoulder in lieu of an official goodnight. |