Iggy (withoutpeeking) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-24 14:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bo dennis, james griffiths (iggy) |
Who: James and Bo
When: backdated Sunday, August 4, around 11am
Where: Coffee Shop
What: Body Swap!
Rating/Warning: TBD/None
Status: Complete when posted!
Bo was in the coffee shop. These dreams were insane, and she was trying to reconcile them. Of course, she’d only had a few, and she hadn’t put a whole lot of stock into them... but she was starting to feel hungry, and that wasn’t good. Especially not good since she had no idea where or who Dyson might be.
She was in the coffee shop this morning, looking up at the board and trying to figure out what to buy. Something to make her feel a little less hungry, maybe?
There were thoughts about his dreams almost every time he woke up. He chose not to think about it after he got out of bed. He didn't want to think that the life that he dreamed about was actually real. Even though that's what experience on the network had shown him. He wasn't the first. Those people were changing as they had more and more dreams about the lives they once had.
Eh. It wasn't enough to sour his day. He was able to get a ride out of the neighborhood. He waved goodbye as he walked over to the coffee shop. He would call when he needed to be picked up.
He reached out and patted Nala on the head before waking in. A few feet away from the counter. He knew that there was someone next to him. "Are there any specials on the board?" he asked facing straight ahead.
“Over there.” Bo said, motioning. Of course, the specials were on a chalk board that was apart from the rest of the board. She wasn’t all that interested, it sounded like too much sugar and not enough coffee. That’s why she came into a coffee shop, right? For the coffee?
“Though, it looks more like a milkshake than coffee.” She added, speaking to the man who’d spoken. She wasn’t looking at him, though, her eyes were still up on the board on the back wall.
Breve sounded good. Cappuccino, extra wet. Possibly with a pump of vanilla. (Funny how all the coffee shops were using pumps now to dole out the syrup.)
Iggy blinked as the woman next to him spoke. Over there was a broad term and a pointless one as he couldn't see the specials board. He should have been used to it by now. He wasn't sure if that the person that spoke had even took the time to look over to him.
It could have been that it was a little much to ask.
"I'm sorry," he started with the apology, "but could you tell me what's on it." He was pretty sure that he was going to get the mocha cinnamon frappuccino. He almost always got it.
Bo had been distracted by looking up at the main board, and by the thoughts going through her head. So, to be honest, she hadn’t looked over at the man standing next to her. She simply assumed that he was a little confused or that he hadn’t seen it. She had no idea that he hadn’t seen anything. Ever.
So when he asked, she turned to give him a questioning look--one that he didn’t see, either. It was then that she saw his companion dog, the look on his face, and realized what was going on. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, the confusion melting instantly away from her features. “Yes, of course I can. It’s a caramel and chocolate coffee drink, blended with ice. Whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top.”
There was a hint of a tone when she apologized. A tone that he was familiar with. It was when people hadn't realized that he was blind. Even his closest of friends had made that tone at one time. Maybe not ones from his childhood. It made him feel bad for continuing to push her into reading the specials menu.
"It's okay," he said with a light smile. People came in here to get coffee and get out. Usually didn't take the time to look around at a stranger that talked to them.
He made a slight face as she said what the special was. He wasn't the biggest fan of caramel. "Thank you, ma'am," he said as he turned his head to face her.
Bo gave a little nod--a fruitless one, because of course he couldn’t see it. “You’re welcome. I didn’t... I wasn’t expecting to bump into someone who needed--oh, is this a Guide Dog? I met one once when I was working in Chicago, but never up close.” ...awkward, small talk. Way to go, Bo.
She shifted her weight--again, fruitless, because he couldn’t see it. But that’s what she was doing, anyway--and shoved her hands in her pockets. “Is it true that you’re not supposed to try and pet one? I mean, are they all work and no play?” There was a smirk in her tone that he could very likely hear even though he couldn’t see it.
From her attempt at small talk he felt as if he had made her feel uncomfortable. It didn't usually bother people that he was blind. He stood there unaffected as she spoke. He didn't want to do anything that made her feel more uncomfortable.
"Her name is Nala and I don't really mind it," he said reaching down and petting her between the ears. And yes she was named after the lion in The Lion King. "She pretty well trained and it doesn't make her lose focus. I've had her for a few years." He knew that some people didn't like it.
He pulled Nala closer to the woman. "If you want, she's really friendly," he smiled.
He hadn't really made her uncomfortable, she just felt a bit guilty that she'd almost blown him off. She was angry with herself for not taking the time to turn and look at the stranger, or to give him a little more effort. After all, she was supposed to be helping people. That's what she did in the Dreams, anyway.
"Nala? That's sweet." Bo said, giving a smile and a nod. Of course, her mind went straight to The Lion King at the name. "Oh, okay." She bent down to let the dog sniff her hand, then got a lick and started to pet Nala between her ears. "She's really wonderful. Such a nice girl."
Something suddenly felt funny. Like she was dizzy, like the world was shifting under her feet. Her eyes fell closed.
It wasn't that often that Iggy came across someone that didn't know the name Nala. Yet he felt the need to say where he named her from. It went so well with the sweet dog. If it was a boy it definitely would have been named Simba. He could perfect himself yelling for a Simba in the house. Probably better that they had gotten a girl.
"Yeah, and loves getting attention too," he smiled turning his head down towards the dog.
Looking down it felt like the ground was pulled out from under him. Like the room was spinning but he didn't reach out to steady himself. He blinked. Light filled his vision. Shapes and then people that were in the coffee shop.
Bo moved to open her eyes, but the world stayed dark. Blank. She blinked her eyes a few times, and inhaled sharply. One of her hands came out in front of her, then up to her own face. “...I can’t see anything.” She said, sounding as if the panic was growing within her.
It took Iggy a minute to adjust to the change. It wasn't like when someone closed their eyes and held it for a moment. It was the first time that he had ever seen... well, any of that. The coffee counter, the people standing in line, the coffee machines and blenders. He never imagined that it looked like it did.
A second passed and he heard his voice? He turned and saw that he was standing next to himself. He wasn't sure what was going on. He took another second to look down at his breast and then noticed that people were starting to stare.
He couldn't panic right now. "Hey, hey, it's me. The kid you were talking to. Something happened and we have to go," he said as he gently grabbed her arm.
And then Bo heard her own voice. It sounded a little surprised, but clear and authoritative. Damn, she sounded good. The hand around her arm was a good guide. “...what happened?” She asked, her voice coming out different again. Deeper. And she realized she was holding the lead to the dog’s leash. Holy crap.
“Am I you?” She asked, her heart starting to thunder in her chest. “...the blind guy? Is this Nala?”
This was where Iggy wasn't sure what to say. It was different to lead her away from people that were starting to stare. It was a whole different thing to tell her why.
Although it seemed that she was starting to catch on. It wasn't like it was hard to put the pieces together. "Uh, yeah. I'm Iggy and you're holding Nala's leash," he said not wanting to say 'you're in my body' out loud. It felt too weird.
"I think that we should go," he said as he looked around, "maybe to my house."
Bo didn’t think that she had much choice, really. Not that she minded. But where else would she go? What else would she do? She was taking this remarkably well for someone who was new to the area, and hadn’t experienced all the weirdness that Orange County had to offer. “...yeah, that’s probably… good?” She frowned a bit at the sound of his voice coming out of her mouth. Then she laughed. This must be some kind of a dream?
Still, Bo let him guide her out of the coffee shop. “I was really looking forward to that coffee, too.”
At least they were on the same page about that. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to stand the staring. It was definitely better not to know what people were doing.
He quickly led her out of the coffee shop. "We'll be back," he said with a light smile. Hopefully in their own bodies. He didn't waste anytime calling a taxi to pick them up. He figured it would be easier to figure out without all the people around.
He put her hand on the taxi door. "We'll figure this out. We have to."
Sliding in after her.
“Thanks,” Bo said, again in that low voice. She settled into the seat, with the dog at her heels, trying not to look as awkward as she felt. Welcome to the OC, she thought. Where strange things happen.