+ 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

[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.

[strangelyliteral]

[That wasn't exactly the point she was going for, but it doesn't seem worth it to argue it. Instead she shrugs, taking another sip of her drink. World without shrimp, world without war. Same difference, huh? It was still fishy, but ... whatever. She was here "again" and maybe that was what mattered.]

If you say so, buddy. [But she takes a look at him, thinking.] Weren't we dating?

[generalflirt]

Something like that.

[ Ah, so she remembered... ] Not seriously, though.

[ She's not under an obligation or anything, basically... ] Shifts and all.

[strangelyliteral]

... Right. Right. Of course.

[It wasn't her fault that her memories were still coming to her, feelings and impressions in that jumble between being sent back and returning. Hardly any time at all and yet.]

So you weren't holding a torch, or anything.

[generalflirt]

[ ... Huh. ] And what if I was?

[strangelyliteral]

Because being dragged back here reminded me of just how long I've been going without sex since -- that fake marriage to Horner, so I'm keeping my options open.