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[allwehad]

[A] Action: Dairy]

[Margot has definitely been tipped off that something is up during the early hours of the morning when the tv had gone on the fritz, waking her up from a booze induced coma on the couch.

It’s only amplified when, later, she tries to go out the backdoor to have a pre-breakfast cigarette and manages to pass through the door. She plays with this for a moment (in-out-in-out) before it becomes solid again, ramming her face rather painfully into the wood and feeling like a fool.

It gives her an idea, though.

For most of the morning, she listens in to the phone network, confirming that other strange things are happening (and, really, all she has to do is look outside at the drones to know). Before noon, after she’s taken a trip to the floor through one of the kitchen chairs, she works up the nerve to head out and towards the dairy, willing to try something.

It’s Dist’s words that urge her on -- things are falling apart. Time to act. She feels good about this, pumped. She can do it.

The dairy door is in sight, she keeps striding purposefully forward, almost there and...

BAM!

She bounces unceremoniously off the door and lands flat on her ass, rubbing her forehead.

Okay. It only worked part of the time with the door at home and then randomly with the chair, maybe it just needs a bit? She gives it a few more minutes and then tries again, but this time more cautiously.

Same thing. Solid as a rock.

She can be found at this for the next several hours with absolutely no success whatsoever. Gold stars for trying?]

[B] Phone]

Has anyone else tried going through the walls of the dairy or city hall or the post office? It seems like things are -- are flickering. Like something is wrong with the illusion?

I tried myself, but had no luck. Maybe someone else will get it.

[And yes, someone does sound bitter about this.]

Comments

[allwehad]

[At the door, she pauses to give him a big hug.]

Alright, alright. I'll see you in a little while, okay?

[a_gentle_boy]

[Fool! Hugs only fuel the strength of his diabolical scheme to flood the world with love and harmony! Lucas smiles brightly and turns away.]

No sneaking out of bed, now!

((Want to keep going or shall we handwave the rest?))

[allwehad]

[ALL OF THE LOVE. TAKE ALL OF IT.]

I won't, I won't. Promise!

((Ahhh... I wanna say keep going because they are precious. If we get bored, we can just stop?))

[a_gentle_boy]

((Sure thing!))

[Lucas waves and hops off the porch and away. Margot would probably nap for a while, so... off to the grocery store to get more ingredients!]

[allwehad]

[Margot manages to get a couple of hours in without the assistance of alcohol (she'll save that for later when Lucas isn't going to be around) and will be puttering around the kitchen trying to tidy up before he returns.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Shoot he had forgotten to say no alcohol. Oh well he'll be back soon enough and he will make a face when he sees her up.]

You should rest more! It's OK, I can take care of dinner myself.

[allwehad]

[Completely sober, just for you! She raises her hands in surrender and sits down on the floor cross-legged. Yeah. She's not contending with the chairs when they randomly glitch out.]

I slept plenty! I feel all nice and refreshed.

[a_gentle_boy]

I definitely see bags under your eye.

[Lucas nods sagely to himself and also sighs in relief that he had cut himself off before the plural.]

Do you like onions, Miss Margot?

[allwehad]

[Margot finds the fact that he doesn't use the plural as hilarious and snorts a laugh, biting her lip to stifle from full on busting up.]

Heheh...

Yeah, onions are fine. If it's food, I'll eat it, you don't have to worry.

[a_gentle_boy]

Oh! Then I'll make an extra batch of cookies for you, too. I thought I would start trying to learn again.

[Lucas smiles brightly as he begins unloading ingredients onto the countertop.]

[allwehad]

[C-cookies. /sob]

Er... Follow the recipe very closely kind of cookies, right?

[a_gentle_boy]

I couldn't find any chocolate chips so I thought I'd use chocolate milk.

[Lucas nods sagely to himself before stifling his laughter.]

I'm just joking! No cookies, I promise.

[allwehad]

[The look of horror slowly ebbs off her face before it's replaced by a teasing grin.]

This is a strictly no cookie household, just so you know. Banned. Completely.

[a_gentle_boy]

[After locating the chopping board, he begins to set the vegetables on top.]

That's too bad. Don't you have any children living with you who'd like them?

[allwehad]

...Yeah, I guess they'd probably go for cookies.

Lucas. They stuck me with three kids. Three.

[This is a terrible travesty. Just terrible.]

[a_gentle_boy]

That's three times as many friends to make!

[Lucas is probably teasing a little. He glances towards her and laughs lightly at her dismay.]

Have you spent much time with them? Are they nice?

[allwehad]

[She makes a face at him.]

Not too much time, but they seem really nice. I mean, they haven't destroyed anything to my knowledge, so that's good enough for me, really.

[a_gentle_boy]

That's probably a good thing.

[Lucas begins to dice up the vegetables with a knife he snags from a drawer.]

Although... Kumatora was great at destroying things, but she was still my best friend, anyway.

[Lucas will neglect to bring up Margot's proficiency at the same line of work.]

[allwehad]

[Margot doesn't destroy things -- she just creatively rearranges them with fire.]

It's not a bad thing; I just mean that it's nice having a mostly quiet house.

[Don't be mad, Lucas, but she gets up to rummage around in the fridge.]

Are you thirsty? We have some juice or I can put some tea on.

[a_gentle_boy]

[No standing you are much too frail to stand!! Lucas carefully brushes the bits of onion off his fingers.]

Oh, I can get it myself! ...Some juice would be nice, if you have any.

[allwehad]

I'm just tired Lucas, not dying.

[Two glasses of apple juice, coming right up.]

So is Kumatora someone you know from home?

[a_gentle_boy]

Mm-hmm. Kumatora uses PSI, too. I didn't meet her until I was ten or so, but we've been through a lot together since then.

[Lucas will accept it and take a sip.]

She's a little like you, actually.

[allwehad]

Ah, no wonder we get along. [sage nod]

How did you two meet?

[Yeah, she's taking this opportunity to learn more about his world.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[She can probably see an expression of unsurety slowly drift across Lucas's face.]

...At. School. Mm-hm. We met in class.

[He hopes he has never said to her that they hadn't had school back home given that there were only six children total.]

[allwehad]

[If he had, she's run into a door so many times today she's lucky she knows which way is up.

Margot can tell something is off, though.]

Class, huh? Which one?