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Offering to write up Part 2 (the Unbanned's P.O.V.) since I will be up 90% of the time in my time out of the country and I can do something I suppose!

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◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: doubtful | depressed ▣ interaction: ▣ ooc: after this point, Cherno's logic function is off by default ◢​

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It had been goddamn terrifying.

Cherno couldn't remember anything -- no, perhaps he didn't want to remember anything. It seemed like a dream. Dreamlike. His mind wanted it to be a dream, because it shut down during the entire duration of the assembly. He had been paralyzed. Everything in a rush, like his life was flashing before his eyes -- like he himself was about to die. First, his suspicions were correct -- someone did die on that day, but, fuck, it was Thomas? He remembered when he even joked about that after Quin's concert -- he, he had no idea. Thomas. Cherno did not talk to him much but -- but the slideshow, and the tears of his parents, they just shut down his heart. And everything after that was a daze for him. He remembered bits and pieces.

Something happened to Anthony too. Anthony. The kid he never really liked. He reminded him of himself back when he was his age. Was he going to end up the same way? Ugh. He didn't deserve to have to be rid of like that. But Cherno couldn't even feel anything right now. He couldn't feel sadness or remorse or think properly right now. Even after being frozen, unable to feel anything there, in shock that his logic was wrong -- that the e-mail may in fact have some basis to it. Namely because the ... the events that had gone on yesterday did not seem to even be realistically possible.

One hundred days.

Surely there was something behind this, he thought last night, surely surely surely surely, but the more he turned it around in his head, the more he looked for solutions, the less he received, the less the less and less and it only served to doubt himself more and fuck people he knew actually died there and his heart was so empty that his silence; his lack of tears at that very moment, served to represent the infinite, blackening sadness that tore apart his heart and pierce it with the bloodied spear of negative change. The negative parabola was past its vertex and on its descent. And he couldn't feel, he couldn't think. All he could do was let himself senselessly carry his feet to the dreaded Lacey's. His mind wouldn't let him feel anything. He had been blocking himself from reality. He couldn't even post anything on tumblr, only watch as Madeline called upon the others to meet at the diner.

One hundred days.

Cherno, his hands dug into his pockets, back arched, approached the all-too familiar doors that he previously kicked open in a rush. Everything was so very shaky and fragile to him, as if reality could collapse any second. The Rubik's cube in his trembling hand was still unsolved even after all of these hours.

Murphy's Law. Things always get worse and worse.

Lacey's.

Lacey's.

Ugh.

Murphy's Law. Things always get worse and worse.

One hundred days.

And as Cherno walked over to the diner, ready to enter it, it never occurred to him that he had never even considered the witch that possessed Anthony in his reflections -- as if her very visage, her very presence, was so horrible to the boy of rational thought and mathematical universality; to the boy who felt he represented the mathematical laws of the universe in his conclusions, that she would be considered non-existent simply because she did not satisfy his thoughts of how everything worked. As if she were but an eldritch, unreal being, that was never supposed to exist. As if he, as the boy of rational thought, served only to deny her until faced with the truths of the others. Cherno could not even remember her name.

I prefer using rods over poles for lightbulbs.

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◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: curious ▣ interaction: brian ▣ ooc: ◢​

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Cherno heard a chirpy voice come from his left. Huh? He turned his head.

Oh! It was the stylish kid. Their eyes briefly met and the boy quickly looked back into his lap. Whoops. Cherno quickly took this moment as his scanning point. He seemed like a very happy and overall confident person, but maybe a bit shy too. Sat with a clear and ready posture, as if he was curious himself. Really stylish. Probably had close friends. Cherno smiled. How nice of the young boy! And yet ... he seemed to have a secret, or some secrets. There was something he hid. Something that the boy gave off, perhaps it was through how he seemed to enjoy hiding himself with his stylish scarves. He couldn't catch it right now, though. Today's conference caught more of his attention than the boy. The boy definitely was pleasant, or at least seemed to be.

He turned back to Cherno and looked at him with a gentle smile. His radiant joviality seemed to be a lovely contrast from the people Cherno met yesterday and the day before.

"Hey there... Cherno, right?""We've never really spoken before... what a shame, yeah? Anyway, how are you doing? Any idea what this assembly could be about?"
Cherno scratched his head, chuckling with the embarrassed point of having little idea.

"Yo, nice to meet you, brother. I'm definitely Cherno, you can call me that please." He looked at the boy, narrowed his eyes, and smiled. "I've seen you on tumblr too, but -- but not much, actually. You're name is ..." -- he took a stab in the dark -- "Brian, right?" He said the name very quietly, almost a murmur, so that he could avoid any potential embarrassment of identity. "I've been jammin', I guess. I hope you're doing well too? And past those formalities, I -- haha, I really ... don't have a clue what this assembly could be about."

He didn't have a clue what the assembly could be about. He had suspicions but no clues. Never any clues. Cherno silently frowned to himself, careful to duck his head away so the boy did not see him.

Past Brian, he saw a familiar girl sit herself down by his other side. It was, right, it was Aileen, right? They had talked a bit before -- and she, she was the one who crashed into that classmate a while ago in the hallway too. Ah. She smiled at them and he smiled back, turning back to Brian.

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The smell of roses danced through the air of the auditorium. How pleasant.

Cherno didn't get enough sleep last night. Too many things were rushing through his head, and really, this morning, he felt burnt out. He played around with a small Rubik's cube safely hidden in his pocket as he walked through the aisle among the rows of seats, carefully twisting his way around bodies moving to and fro looking to see the origin of all of this fuss. It definitely wasn't often that they called meetings in the auditorium like this.

Did it have anything to do with the incidents of the police cars and ... and ambulances a few days ago? Eh. Maybe he was overthinking things. But today, he really didn't want to think much about anything beyond schoolwork. Yesterday was enough of a strain on his conscience. Not to mention the fact that he was bombarded with problem after problem after problem. He was able to check Tumblr early in the morning, and noticed that Quin was genuinely happy at his small message to her. What show! It'd be wonderful if they started hanging out more, really. What he found interesting, however, was that he had yet to receive a reply from M. Not that he was waiting for one particularly -- after all, they were mere strangers, connected only through the halls of Bellhurst High and the ridiculous e-mail.

The e-mail. Last night, Cherno had his mind clear enough to think and ponder over things.

There was one particular facet of the ridiculous letter that intrigued him. That fine print. What was it? It looked like broken ASCII characters to him at first glance, but then -- he swear he could make out the fact that they definitely were words. Yet he couldn't read them properly. It seemed almost impossible, and for a ridiculous reason. The more he squinted, the blurrier the words became, as if they were meant to be ignored intentionally. Maybe they contained some clue to the origin of the letter. This thought had nagged at Cherno all night, and as a result he received little sleep.

What Cherno was able to logically conclude from the structure and syntax of the strange arrangements, however, was that the fine print was definitely not something that he could necessary consider auspicious.

In fact, things lately had been changing ever since that e-mail. Cherno glanced around the auditorium. He caught wind of a few people he met yesterday sitting here and there. Was that Madeline there as well? Huh. Ever since that e-mail, things had been ... different. Cherno could definitely tell this. Things had been more dramatic, happy, and sad at the same time. And yet, with the events of the police cars a few days ago, it all seemed ominous. Dreading. As if something strange was going to happen. But bah, that e-mail was all mumbo jumbo.

Cherno slid through the crowd and sat himself down in the front row. Turning over to his left, he saw the image of a boy younger than him with a stylish scarf. He -- he knew this kid, from tumblr too. Shoot. Was he related to the e-mail as well? He forgot his name, ugh! What was with all of these coincidences?

But Cherno did not bother to introduce himself just now, because he was much too curious about the reason behind this particular conference. Save the socialization for later, Cherno. Save it for later.

Cherno let out a soft yawn. It was rather nice of Temperance. Was she changing, perhaps? It was sweet of her, to offer this. But she needn't bother.

"It's pretty fine," he said. "Thanks mad for the offer, but my house isn't that far, just a short bus ride. I wouldn't want to give you the trouble of having to drive me home and then drive off to wherever your house could be either, you know? Especially having to stay so long in this cold." He sighed and he watched as his breath turned into a silvery, cold cloud, floating into the void of the wind and the night sky. He needed time to reflect too. Reflect on -- things. This day was, something alright.

"Thanks for your help, Temperance." Cherno said with a genuine smile, digging his hands into his pockets again. He turned away from the girl and began walking in the direction of the bus stop, slowly and slightly hunched in thought. Quite a number of emotional outbursts happened today -- definitely not just from Cherno. Seems like a bunch of people affected by the e-mail have some sort of problem they need to deal with too. Maybe that was the key? But right, he'd have to keep a better hold of his emotions soon. Funny too. The -- the girl, Madeline, said everything about releasing them in public -- something hard hit her, right? Right? -- He, he was trying so hard to make sure nobody saw him either ...

Remembering briefly however, he turned back to the girl, pointed his index finger at her, and mouthed the word "bang".

"'Till our paths cross again, sister."

And like that, Cherno disappeared into the night, on his trek to the bus stop and on his trek back home.

Cherno frowned slightly. The night was drawing further and the winds were biting harder at his bare skin, but he was frowning for a different reason. Temperance may be a good actress, but she was a fairly terrible liar. He sighed. Poor Temperance. She really did seem misunderstood at times - even by him. She-- she really seemed emotional, didn't she? Huh, he was probably worse too. Now his eyes were just a bit red. Sure, maybe someone would think he was stoned, or something, but this city was filled with them.

Cherno slowly watched the green-eyed girl fiddle with her phone. Lindsey, huh. Her friend. It was good she had someone to speak to. It gave him a basis.

"I won't pry, sister." He said. "But really, if you do need to vent a bit, it's okay. I know, I'm some --" He tried looking for the right words, "I'm just some nobody to you, and I know that because lots of cats don't even really know me. It's my fault to some extent. But I, well, I guess it doesn't change the fact that everyone needs some time to reflect and connect, you follow?" He smiled, with a pinch of melancholy, as if also in reflection. "I just hope you'll be able to talk with a close friend or someone who does care, 'cause believe me, talking helps when you feel comfortable about it. And people can always get through things ... heh. Especially someone like you."

Temperance asked if, well, she could ask Cherno something. Ah! Cherno chuckled at the silly question. He checked his phone. It was getting pretty late, huh. Everything seemed okay now, though. He wouldn't want to leave Temperance hanging in this state. So he stuffed his phone back in his pocket and looked back up at Temperance.

"Shoot. I have to stroll off soon, though."

Cherno stood there for a while, with the same dumbfounded look that the girl had when she first saw his teary face, as she sent off her tirade towards him. After all was done, he heard a voice behind him, but not the words, and she turned to leave after saying a quick apology.

He was filled with emotions. He could not help it. But it all seemed so-- so overwhelming. His mouth involuntarily formed a smile, and he looked up into the dark night sky, and he let out a tearful chuckle. That girl. How unreal everything seemed. How intangible. He rarely felt like this. But it grounded him. Cherno ... felt better.

But that girl. He remembered her from before. Madeline -- or M, as some called her. She -- what was she talking about? The -- hm. Cherno pondered these thoughts for a brief moment. Something happened between her and a boy -- and if she associated her feelings with his ... Cherno held a finger to his temple.

Poor girl. Perhaps she should thank her later for helping him. She really was quite kind-hearted.

But in this unreal state he almost forgot about the other person behind him. He turned around, the wind blowing around part of his coat. To his surprise, it was none other than Temperance! Cherno's mouth was still frozen in a half-smile as she talked slowly to him in a slightly hoarse, careful voice. He became a bit suspicious. Did something happen?

"H-hey Cherno. I uh... I saw you from over there." She seemed fidgety. "I just wanted to apologize, for yesterday that is."

She continually adjusted herself, as if nervous and careful. Was she cold? Cherno looked dimly at his jacket and back at her. Her lip was shaky. Something definitely happened. Was -- were those tears behind those sunglasses? Oh lord. Nobody liked Temperance. Cherno knew that well. But even if she was hurt she deserved some comfort, and Cherno felt much calmer now.

"Don't mention it, Temperance. Sorry I had a freak out there. It really was a bit dirty." He chuckled softly and smiled. The sadness nagged at him like shadowy fingers but the presence of Temperance seemed to ground him further. "We can always discuss the e-mail at some later time, you dig?" Cherno was feeling concerned however. He looked briefly at his feet again, and peered back at her. Poor Temperance. "Did uh, did anything happen to you, sister? You look a little down."

Cherno heard a soft vibration. Her phone, he concluded. "You're phone seems to be jiving away in your pocket there."

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◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: emotional ▣ interaction: madeline ▣ ooc: ◢​

Goddamnit. Did- did he bump into someone? What a klutz Cherno was-

Oh, oh shit, he did.

Cherno stared at the small form of the girl close to him, her sharp eyes piercing into his skull like jabbing daggers. Fierce and fiery. She had a nice sense of fashion. But- ugh, Cherno couldn't really concentrate. Did- she did. She saw him teary-eyed. Fuck. What could he do. He just- he just screwed himself over big time this was terrible. This was a terrible week for the weakling Cherno so he did all that he could do.

He let the girl's daggers pass straight through his hollow shell and opened his voice to speak, softly.

"I'm very- uh, very sorry for bumping into you. I'm sorry for being a ... bother, especially after the nice concert too. I'll be on my way tonight, so I won't have to hurt you again."

He was stumbling over his words, his eyes with an angry and irritated stare as he looked downwards, embarrassingly, at his shoes. Angry and irritated at himself. What a ditz. Bumping into people over his goddamn emotions that always ruined everything. These past days had been terrible. The only way things could get worse was if a friend he knew died, or something equally outrageous.

The cold wind blew against his nose. He stood there, in case the girl had anything to say. She already saw him crying; he already lost all dignity he had on a first impression, and there was no way things could get worse. He continued to look down, but he quickly added:

"I'm Cherno, if uh, if you ever wanted to know the name of the idiot."

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◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: emotional ▣ interaction: ▣ ooc: MY HOUSE WAS OUT OF POWER. ◢​

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Cherno was tearing up.

That- that music. Ugh. It was so beautiful. He had a thing for classical music. He- he shouldn't -- jesus, so many tears. He couldn't let the others see him like this. He- he barely made first impressions on most of them! If they saw him crying -- if they found out he had a soft spot for the dulcet tones of the violin, then they'd think of him as a weakling. A crybaby. Cherno couldn't stand that. And he hated when he cried. The tears stained his face. It was dirty. But he couldn't help himself, so as Quin's playing continued, tears continued to roll down his cheeks at the beauty, and the serene winds of the cold evening blew through the ancient fingers of the tree he hid behind, away from the view of everyone; away from the view of Quin; where he could have only his thoughts and her wonderful music. He digged it so hard.

And then, like that, she finished. The piece was over. He gazed at the angelic form of Quin as she slowly walked down to applause and joyful hands. Cherno couldn't speak -- or maybe, he was too flustered to speak. His eyes were red and his cheeks stained with tears. Violin music had a Pavlovian effect on him -- he always couldn't help but, tear up, even a little. And-- and he had to hide, because of that. He sniffed and turned away, digging his pockets into his warm coat.

He knew why, too. Fuck. Why did it have to happen when violin music was playing, so many years ago? The stupid event left him a crybaby, even after all these years. He turned to another tree, his back to the congregation by the musicians. Ugh. He forcibly kicked a tree, sending its angular and jagged fingers shaking. He'd have to get out of here quickly before anyone saw him. He'd congratulate her on tumblr. They really should talk more. Why did he decide to even go to a violin concert when -- when he knew he was going to react like this?

Right. He wanted to make friends. So he could not be weak anymore.

He rubbed his foot, the shock of the impact on the tree having hurt him. But he was too emotional to care. He would be angry, if this didn't leave him so hollow. He really was weak. All he could do was hide it, too. Fucking tears and emotions. He wouldn't have any of it, but-- but he couldn't help it.

He wiped his eyes, and stared silently and the tree's branches, swaying slowly in the breeze. Finally, after what seemed a long period of time, he started off for the road by Sealand Park, keeping his coat close so nobody saw him.

100 DAYS Map is finally up!

Featuring your houses and major landmarks. Things will be updated as people visit special/new landmarks they make up (which will be added to the map).

The city of the RP is not actually Seattle but I simply used the city as a reference considering our lovely RP master.

I only have a few houses up. Please inform me where your house wishes to be in terms of local landmarks (e.g. "near a forest", "near the coast", "close to the café", "in the industrial district because I wish to die", etc). Specific, pinpointed locations are not necessary.

I will automatically add any locations that appear in the RP to the map. Please do not worry if you walked to school and suddenly your house is far away or some such. Everything can be easily edited, and this is just for fun and reference. It also adds more realism in my opinion.

Enjoy the last seven hours of the day!

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◤ tumblr ▣ logic <in post> ▣ mood: dazed | contemplative ▣ interaction: quin anthony ◢​

Quin began her explanation serenely. She seemed unrealistically calm to Cherno - as if she seemed to be but a simple, surreal observer from above of all of these events. How elegant. How classy. Cherno did his best not to interrupt with his own verbal exclamations. He set the empty glass that once held the water by the edge of the table, so that the waitress could pick it up.

" . . . I was unable to finish my coffee at Vermil's across the street, for there was an accident. "

Accident?

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Cherno looked back at one of the windows, briefly. The rush of police cars and ambulances trickled to a few sirens and lights off in the distance. Were these related to the accident she spoke of? Ordinarily the Cafés don't close for some minor accident - it must have been a really major one for Quin to have to leave the café and come here. Not to mention that the Café was in the south and the vehicles were heading in that direction.

He considered the options. Vermeil was the right distance for the vehicles to come hurdling this way. One could easily get to the café by taking the bridge across the bay. Then again, what sort of accident could happen at a café? He tapped his fingers against the now-satisfyingly-clean surface of the table. The city. The city wasn't really big on crime. It definitely wasn't any Nashville or Detroit. In fact, Cherno contemplated - in fact, it was probably one of the cities with the lowest crime rates in the country. Strange.

He definitely didn't remember seeing that many police cars and ambulances as long as he could remember. He should probably check the news soon. What could it be? With that amount, it couldn't be a car crash or something related to a structure. There would be firefighters, or at least not as many vehicles. People may have been gravely injured, perhaps with some potential deaths. But why so many vehicles?

Cherno scratched his chin. Way more police cars than ambulances. Injuries, possible fatalities, definitely. Okay. Lots of police cars though. That may mean it may have been someone with a deliberate motive whom the police were trying to catch. A murder maybe? Drive-bys were rarely heard of in this part of the city. The gangs were mostly across the bay. It could simply be a murder on-foot.

A murder at the Café de Vermeil? Or maybe it was something else. Manslaughter? An accident? Freak accidents also typically cause a surge of police activity, regardless of whether they are caused by a person, people, or not. After all, crowd control was a police responsibility.

Right. A murder or a freak accident. Cherno would have to look into this later. Maybe the news would have something. That's to say this all even took place at the Café de Vermeil. Cherno continued to listen eagerly to Quin.

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"I thought I might come here. I wasn't, however, expecting you or Quee - . . . "

She stumbled for a second. Quee- Queen? What was she saying? Cherno narrowed his eyes at her small mistake. Pet name. She either likes or hates - " . . . Miss Temperance to be here, much less together. "

Temperance, it seems. And knowing how disliked Temperance was among most of the non-popular people, it'd be safe to say that Quin probably disliked her just as much. Though Cherno decided not to make a concrete conclusion about their relationship, he decided to make sure these two did not get too close to each other for safety's sake until he found out their true feelings for each other.

But hell! Another person thinks that they're together. Ugh. He was cool with Temperance, sure, she was a cool sister. Sometimes. Okay, she could be a really mean person at times too, but to Cherno she seemed a bit insecure. He didn't know. He still wanted to befriend Temperance, he guessed. But if this meant everyone thinking they were a couple ...

Suddenly, Quin's voice jolted Cherno to reply this time. She seemed to look at him with questioning eyes, as she asked.

"Will you be coming to see me play at Sealand Park, tomorrow? I would be very happy if you did."

Right! Blast! The concert! Of course! She also turned to Anthony and asked him the same question. Right, Anthony. In Cherno's deep contemplation, he almost forgot Anthony was even there.

Cherno rose. He had to leave soon, anyway.

"Of course. It'd be a pleasure to see you jive away with your wonderfully virtuoso violin skills, sister. Thanks a lot for inviting me back in school." He flashed the most genuine smile he could muster. "Bein' honest, I'd love to get to know you more, you dig? We can go hit it up somewhere in the future, maybe. Bring your other cats too. It'd be swingin', I can tell you this."

He had to get some information. What happened at Café de Vermeil? Why were there so many police cars and ambulances rushing down the streets to the south?
He picked up his cloth and slid through the gap between the seat and the table, leaving a dusty dollar for the water. He looked at Anthony for a second, who seemed unresponsive through all this, and silently scoffed, but forced himself to say a dreary and half-genuine goodbye. Eh. He wasn't that bad. But he wasn't that good either.

He walked away from the booth, before turning and walking backwards, facing Quin all the way.
"It's been fun. I need to scram from this dusty dump. It's way basic. I'll see you 'round. Good luck with that jam session of yours, sister."

He pointed his index finger at Quin, and mouthed a "bang", before slipping behind the glass door and exiting the diner, his coat fluttering from the winds of the cold city evening.

Thank god he was out of that dirty, messy, hellhole. He needed to get home and rest, and maybe figure out what the heck has been going on today.

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◤ tumblr ▣ logic▣ mood: dizzy | tired | dazed ▣ interaction: quin anthony ◢​

" Hello, Cherno, are you alright?"

Cherno slowly opened his eyes, in a daze. His cheek lay on the dirty table, but he paid little attention to this. What- what happened? He glanced around drearily and sleepily, his mouth lazily ajar. Something about an e-mail, and-

He turned his eyes to the girl next to him. Was that- that was Quin. What was she doing here? He couldn't even remember when she entered Lacey's. Wait. Temperance. Cherno lifted his head slowly and looked directly in front of him - and to his surprise, it was instead Anthony sitting there, noisily chewing away at ... Temperance's leftovers? Jesus, that kid was something. He watched the boy munch away with a straight face and a disgusted twitch of his eye. So ... messy. He- he couldn't stand to look anymore. He let out a sigh, and turned back to Quin, her eyes peering at him from above her scarf. What a careful person. Distant. Yet, she seemed to be the type to have good relations with a good number of people. Cherno's eyes lit up briefly, cautiously scanning the perplexed young lady. She really was stylish. Cherno liked that about her - she seemed like an artsy fellow. Right! She had a concert! The delicate shape of her fingers seemed to easily reflect her masterful violin talent.

"Oh, uh, yo. Hey there ... Quintus- no, Quin, yeah? Thanks, heh. I sort of ... shot my synapses there, you follow?"

Cherno gave off a tired smile. Quin. He knew little about her, but she seemed to be the sanest person he had the pleasure of interacting with today - himself included. Especially in this diner.

Wait. The diner. Goddamnit- OH SHIT

Cherno violently jumped back away from the table, pushing out his arms in a messy, twirling fit. The back of his head hit one of the solid parts of the seat, and immense pain shot through his skull.

"FUCK"

He winced in pain and rubbed the back of his skull. Eugh. He- he- his face was on the counter no no no no no no no no he didn't just place his cheek on the germopolis of that goddamn counter. He bit his lip and opened his eyes slowly- oh god, the water! It was there! Cherno lunged for the beautiful diamond that was the pristine glass in this world of sordid, sinful germs. He dipped his finger in it and rubbed his cheek and face, and then picked up the glass and poured out some of the water onto the table. Retrieving a cloth from his pocket, he started scrubbing away at the spaces in front of him. Squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak.

By now, the diner was eerily silent save for Cherno's cleaning. He stopped, and turned back to Quin, slowly and guiltily, with the speed of a turtle who had been caught for stealing. He gave off a sheepish smile and a nervous chuckle.

"S-so, don't mind me. What fancies you coming here, sister? Heh. Heheheh."

Real smooth, Cherno. Real smooth.

Spoiler: Quin Interaction Data

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◤ tumblr ▣ logic ERROR ▣ mood: --- ▣ interaction: temperance anthony ▣ ooc: was busy yesterday I apologize ◢​

Fucking fuck what is going on jesus hell why so many people go away go away what is Anthony doing here shoot he did not even like that crazy kid goddamnit get away we need to discuss the letter eugh this place is so dirty he should have left stop this the dirt is everyone in the air on the table slumping to the dirt shit the dirt where is the goddamn water get the hell away from me he should have left he should have left she is leaving this dirt this dirt what the fuck go away stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop


"What were you doing with that evil temptress anyway? If she lured you here you ought to be more careful, otherwise she'll be eating your heart next time!"


The water did not get here on time.

Cherno crashed.

He slumped to the table, pale as a sweaty pearl, having fainted from the stress.

So many people. So much dirt.

Crate of tissues?

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◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: unsettled, disgusted ▣ interaction: temperance ◢​

Temperance unfolded a piece of paper and slid it in Cherno's direction. Cherno shivered slightly as he was forced to look at the table around the paper.

The text looked neat and organized. He appreciated some sort of respite from all of the chaos and grime, and gently picked up the paper with his free, steady hand.

"I'm glad you made it. I didn't think you were coming."

Cherno nodded absentmindedly and scanned the paper. The e-mail. Right -- that fine print. He wasn't able to make it out himself all this time. In fact, he had paid little attention to it. He considered it worth just as less as the other contents of the letter. But still, it wouldn't hurt to talk things over with Temperance. Convince her too, maybe? He was confident enough that he was right.

He heard a noise in the distance. Wh-- what was that?

The waitress returned to their table. picking up Temperance's plate, she refilled her tea and turned to Cherno, whose eyes widened in sheer joy. "Hey kid. Want something to drink?"

"Water!" He jumped up towards the lady, before slowly sitting back down, embarrassed. "Water, damn-- I-- I mean water would. It would ... be nice." He scanned the table, the walls, the floor again. Grime. Dirty everywhere and-- eugh, it was just too much. Any other restaurant would be too far. But he had to stay here and-- and talk with Temperance, right ...

The noise grew louder. Cherno swore he heard it somewhere before.

Closing his eyes, he slumped slightly in his seat as the waitress walked away with a perplexed look. He sighed and opened them, peering directly at the green-eyed lady in front of him. He was pale and shaking a bit. Wait, did she say something about the e-mail a second ago? He-- he must have not heard because of the grime taking up all of his thoughts, ugh.

The girl looked at him sadly. "We uh, we can go somewhere else, if you'd like?"

"No!" Cherno blurted out. His eyes widened again and he cupped a hand to his mouth. "Shit. I'm sorry. I just-- well, you know what, we're wasting time. Ugh. L-Let's just, stay here, okay? There are no others--" - Cherno was cut off by the blaring sirens of an ambulance rushing past - "So it's okay. I-- I can handle this. I'm really sorry, sister. I'm not like this usually, heh, heheh." He tried to laugh a bit to ease the tension, but it contributed further to the awkward atmosphere.

"Let's just get to the bottom of this stuff. I'm taking it you're interested in the little fine print, right?"

The water. He needed that water. Clean the tables and he'd be calmer. Clean the tables and he'd be calmer. Jesus this was torturous. Cherno's breathing was shallow.

And those noises. Police sirens. Ambulance sirens. They were rushing in droves down the street. Cherno turned back to one of the windows. Stampedes of these vehicles were moving like lightning outside. What was going on?

Cherno breathed in deeply again and indicated the rush outside, pointing at one of the windows farther away. "Yo, uh, do you have any idea what's going on outside? I'm pretty sure that may have been the cause of the traffic, actually."

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Bengal tiger. Injured zebra. Spotted hyena. Orangutan. Long ago in the Pondicherry Zoo, the four animals lived together in harmony. Then everything changed when on their post-wreck lifeboat the spotted hyena attacked. Only Pi's father, master of the zoo, could stop the animals' attacks, but when the boat flooded and Pi was left adrift, he vanished. A number of weeks later, Pi discovered the new master - a Bengal tiger named Richard Parker. Richard Parker still has a long way to go before he can respect Pi as the alpha animal on the lifeboat, but Pi believes that together they can rescue themselves.

But not when you switch your Youtube video to 240p!

It is excellent you had some semblance of fun, however, madam!