Bill Denbrough (bill_denbrough) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-12-06 19:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | bill denbrough, katherine lokadóttir |
Who: Bill and Kat
Where: Food court
What: Meeting up!
When: December 4th, after this discussion
Open: No
Status: Unfinished
Bill had already spent about twenty minutes leaning up against the massive window at the end of the foodcourt, staring out at the view of the rest of the station and all the stars and the absolutely crazy planet that was below them. There were little ships parked (docked?) against the spokes of the wheels he could see! There was a massive swirly thing on the planet, like the big red dot on Jupiter! There were so many stars out there that it made him feel unbelievably small, and he already felt pretty small to begin with. And then he'd remembered Mike and Richie after the smoke hole, talking about how they'd seen It arriving from Space, thousands and millions of years ago. He didn't feel too comfortable looking out the window after that.
The weird door that looked like it led to Santa's grotto gave him the heebie-jeebies. He avoided it completely. Then he'd sat down at a table with his back to the door and tried to work out how the tiny thing in front of him could be a telephone. And apparently a computer and a camera. And something that could send messages to people on a network. He tapped on the little pictures on the screen, which opened folders like on the PCs in school, and so far he'd found games and a music player and a video player and it was all very strange. This tiny little machine was a telephone, a camera, a game boy, a radio and tape deck, a camcorder and a computer! What the hell? It was very confusing, and he just knew Richie would have been all over it, recording himself doing his "voices" and taking all kinds of pictures of the rest of them, and the thought of it was making him a bit homesick so he put the telephone to one side, only paying attention to it when it buzzed to let him know the lady called Katherine had sent him another message.
And then she said she was going to come and see him, which on the one hand was pretty cool. If nothing else, he could see if she knew of It (the notion that this was some elaborate trap for his mind which left his body behind as an empty shell for It to snack on would not get out of his head) and how she would react to it - apathy or outright ignoring of what was going on, most likely. Any information he could gather was potentially useful. On the other hand, it meant talking to an adult.