How 2 You Do?

[onlyanautomaton]

Who: Squad 2
What: Catch-all log for the event!
Where: Around the city
When: 11/16 - 11/21
Warnings: TBD

[ooc: Open to logs, network threads, etc,.]

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Whenever~

[fadeling]

[Cole usually wanders when he isn't lurking around the clinic, mostly unnoticed, but occasionally slipping out of whatever hiding space he's found this time to talk to a passerby or just stare at something that only he can see. He's always around, he's just hard to find.

Until he finds certain people, anyway. That he'd never really spoken to before. That isn't really that strange for him, to be honest, but the compulsion that accompanies it is. He just doesn't know any better and doesn't question it. It doesn't hurt anyone, why should it matter? It probably should but someone else would know more. He doesn't think about things like that too much.]

Is it better or the same? Do the whispers worry too?

[thelastjoy]

[Girl's usually uneasy, nervous and awkward when people suddenly start talking to her. All hunched shoulders and second guessing her words. It's a 180 to be so calm when a stranger is suddenly at her side, to feel like laughing instead of getting distance. Some small voice in her head thinks she should be concerned about it, but she's too relaxed to let the thought linger.]

What whispers are we supposed to worry 'bout? [She glances at the man, a slight smile in place.] Better, just by a tiny bit. If you're askin' about this place.

[fadeling]

I don't know, am I? [Not one for easy questions.

He just stares at her for a moment before he speaks again, softer and more distant.]

There are songs sung in silence and shadows, words written in whispers. Pain and parting and pleasure and preparation. No one knows anymore. They're all tangled together in knots and threads. Loud and quiet and hard and soft.

[thelastjoy]

Can't tell if you're tryin' to tease me or not.

[She squints at him, unsure.

And relents as he keeps going. It's the same poetic way Cherri used to speak.]

That's awful like poetry. Sounds like you think people ain't payin' attention to something? Maybe I'm on the wrong track but it's pretty either way.

[fadeling]

No. I don't now if I asked. [He could have? It didn't really matter.]

They can't hear it. It's too quiet to listen and too loud to hear.

[thelastjoy]

Who's 'they'? Might help me figure out what you mean.

Maybe it's just this place. Everything's all to confusin' to remember to keep an ear to the ground.

[fadeling]

They. Everyone.

No. It's the kind of whispers they can't hear.

[thelastjoy]

That's a lotta people to consider.

But you can hear 'em?

[fadeling]

Yes. I hear what hurts and I help it.

[thelastjoy]

Help it? You some kinda healer or something?

[fadeling]

No. But that doesn't mean I can't help.

[thelastjoy]

Then how do you plan to help?

[Audio Post] To Everyone in the Squad

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

You guys wanna hear a joke?

[He feels a sudden compulsion to tell these specific people a joke. He could question this newfound interest in these strangers, or he could roll with it]

Audio

[thelastjoy]

That depends a lil' on how funny you are. You think it's a good joke?

Re: Audio

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Mock offense]

Would I tell you a bad joke?

[Yes. But you don't know that, right?]

Audio

[thelastjoy]

Worse then that. You might not even know it's a bad joke.

Re: Audio

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Oh he likes this one. She's fun. Not enough fun people in this cave.]

Well, ignorance is bliss, after all. Isn't that the shit they always say?

Audio

[thelastjoy]

I think that's the kinda shit only the ignorant believe. [She laughs. If fun equals sassy..] But I guess we won't find out which you are 'til you tell it.

Re: Audio

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Alrighty.

Knock knock.

Audio

[thelastjoy]

Interesting' start.

Who's there?

Re: Audio

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

A broken pencil.

Audio

[thelastjoy]

[Snort.] A broken pencil, who?

Re: Audio

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Never mind. It's pointless.

Audio

[thelastjoy]

[For a few seconds there's only silence. Slowly, Girl starts to crack up and laugh harder than she has in weeks.]

You know what? I was only half right. That wasn't just a bad joke, that was the queen of bad jokes.

Abandoned Shops (11/16)

[onlyanautomaton]

[Peculiar.

Having completed his duties with the Fire Brigade, Oscar leaves their headquarters to begin his daily search for supplies to be delivered and distributed at the Clinic. All the while, he continues to be confounded by the inexplicable desire to reach out and contact residents with whom he shares no familiar connection. He is sure their captors are somehow responsible.

He stoops down to grab a can of food from beneath a collapsed set of shelves. The compulsion seems to arrive in waves, making itself known by the hour, and it hits him again then. He wishes to ask these strangers how they are doing on this day. He would like to know whether there is anything he can possibly do for them.]