+ appointments

[strangelyliteral]

Please follow the format below:

- If it's a private journal ring: [ voice + date ] (i.e. [Voice - April 11])

- A private journal note: [ written + date ] -- of course, if it's just a note saying "lets meet here", it can progress to action quickly enough.

- A knock/planned meeting/continued thread/etc and so forth: [ action + date ]

Comments

[generalflirt]

[ Wow, a loaded question right off the bat. But somehow, he tone doesn't make it feel loaded. Still, he responds with a slight bit of sarcasm ]

Mmm, well, my heart's been in my throat for a bit now. I could call that you.

[strangelyliteral]

If you get a drink, that'll help it get unstuck.

[Because, sarcasm. Though in Anya's case it's taken literally to a degree as she looks at him. Considers touching his face. Ultimately looking back at her own drink.]

[generalflirt]

Hah, too true. Toooo, true. [ In fact, he's going to wrap his knuckles and order a drink. He's just ordering one of the ones he knows they can do a special here ]

[strangelyliteral]

[She waits for him to get his drink, as if that would actually help.]

So, uh. Just returned or been here a while?

[Seems to be the topic that's all the rage lately. Not that she's especially fond of small talk, and she's not even sure how much she cares? But it's words, and maybe it'll help her out too. The sorting.]

[generalflirt]

[ Oh, we're waiting, are we? Either way, he snorts a little once he gets the drink, grateful for the small talk ]

I've never gone home since the day I showed up here. [ He says this with a smile, though. He's not sure if he's saying that with irony or what - his mood is all over the place on that topic. But right now, a step closer to their success, it doesn't feel that bad to still be here. At least he's pretty sure he knows what's going on ]

[strangelyliteral]

Well that sucks for you, doesn't it?

[More irony. Or just... well, she still doesn't know how to feel about the Luceti business. Sure most people wanted to go right back home, others didn't really have much of one. And who could decide what was better? To go back to dust, or to find out if they really could go live in that magical world without shrimp.]

[generalflirt]

Mmm. Yeah, probably. I guess it's hard to feel that way right now, what with all the confused people going around lately.

[ But he does say this with a little sigh, drumming his fingers on the counter of the bar here. He's waiting for his drink - but this person is confused and back ]

[strangelyliteral]

What does all the confused people being here have to do with how you feel about going back? If there is a back for you.

[She always has a little trouble going from point a to b with him. It was a lot easier when they weren't talking. At least, that's the feeling she gets, vague at first. He liked to talk a lot, didn't he?]

[generalflirt]

Oh, no, no. [ And he waves a hand here, making sure he's looking her in the eye as he explains, with hand motions: ] Right now, things have just changed here amazingly. There's a lot of people coming here now, being confused and such. But I actually know what's up, and it's closer to a bit of a goal we have -- sooo, being here doesn't seem as bad, when I'm the one on top.

[strangelyliteral]

[She needs something. Something to pop into her mouth. She notices and then casually grabs a handful of peanuts, chewing as she listens before responding.]

You seem so sure of that.

[generalflirt]

Dead positive. [ And he smirks a little here, brushing a hand on the counter ] I don't have much to quantify it, but we did travel back in time, after all.

[strangelyliteral]

Yeah, I've heard some of the story. [She flutters a free hand.] Isn't a whole lot still the same anyway?

[generalflirt]

Maybe superficially. But I've talked with some people who remember this version of the world, and none of them even know who the "Malnosso" are, let alone the Third Party.

[strangelyliteral]

And yet we're still in a bubble named "Luceti".

[generalflirt]

Yeah, but I got to walk out of the bubble with my own feet not all that long ago.

[strangelyliteral]

Okay, why don't you go ahead and explain that one then.

[She leans back, folding her arms with a raised eyebrow.]

[generalflirt]

[ He nods. Also thank you drink, he shall sip you now ]

When we went back to the past, we didn't come with all the stuff to come back. So, in order to see the world and collect the stuff needed to return, we got to go on outside that barrier. I rode out on an ATV.

[strangelyliteral]

You went outside the barrier through a television set? [She really is trying to follow along, but there are just some things she's not familiar with.]

[generalflirt]

A-T-V. I'm... not actually sure what it stands for, but you know what a car is, Anya-san? It's a small version of that.

[strangelyliteral]

So... a mini car. [She nods, trying to run with that mental image.] And nothing shifty happened to you out there?

[generalflirt]

Oh no, plenty of things did. Nothing that turned me into a pineapple or anything, but I ran into some strange people strange monsters, got caught in a gravity well and even turned pink at the end there for a bit... but I didn't explode or anything.

[strangelyliteral]

I'm glad you didn't explode. [Though she takes his other commentary to mean that those things did happen to other people.] So now what?

[generalflirt]

So now, assuming it succeeded, that war doesn't exist.

[strangelyliteral]

So... if the war doesn't exist, why are we still here again?

[generalflirt]

Because the war's apart from them knowing how to send us all back... or well, send us back and make sure we don't come back.