No. She told me it was for 'more wish for her,' but I was certain she was lying to me when she said it. The only part that sounded truthful was when she. . . she said odd things were going on, we ought to play along more, and that the Dorm Heads and Principal Bear were kind and didn't play a part in what she did.
[It keeps getting hinted at, around, but he doesn't like it. The smell of it is clearly off. In the absence of anything else to do with his hands, he worries a bit at his lip piercing, clicking his tongue against his teeth.]
Don't know that she's providing much groundbreaking insight with odd things are going on, but suppose it's good to hear from the horse's mouth. Don't see how we can play along more than we already are. They've got us trapped here. We did their show of a trial. I'm doing all the little dances they tell me to with the asking about people's pasts and scrounging up apologies.
[He's sort of doing a bad job of conveying the tone that struck him.]
Not a warning, an admonishment. Her whole demeanor shifted, she seemed sad. Like she wasn't recommending going along with it out of caution, but rather a more gentle approach was warranted.
So-- So it's like-- [Making a little circle with his hands.] Us. [Bigger circle.] Bear and Company. [Bigger.] Whatever clearly fucked oddity that's happening.
[He leans back, thinking for a moment, and then, absurdly enough, extends out his (left) hand to him, still in the fingerless glove, with one pinky out.]
Okay, so how it works is, you put your pinky too, and we sort of latch them together and do a handshake. And then if you break your word, you die. Or some other consequence, it was unclear.
[Looking at the pinky offer, starting to actually grin at how absurd this is. But he doesn't actually hesitate that long to offer his own (right) hand out. The one with the snake head, the red eyes on the back and palm. Stickin' his pinky out, not latching them yet.]
Oh-- Should I wait to hear the promise I'm agreeing to die upon first?
Fuck if I know, I've never set foot in a classroom of any kind!
[I'm sorry is Caleb referencing his past right now? What the absolute fuck.
He ... doesn't really know who this person is with Caleb's face all that much. He keeps making the joke that he's exactly the same but bathed, but that's obviously not true. He's weird and funny and shifty as hell which are all things Caleb always was, but ... more. It's the same with Beauregard. Like he'd seen these people through a foggy lens.
The thing about it is, he likes them a lot. It makes the story where they had this falling out, a separation, all that little bit more sad.]
Maybe we play along nicely well enough, the Bear will turn up with some whiskey soon.
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[College ... ?]
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[Love this conversation about absolutely nothin'.]
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I talked a little with that girl. It went oddly.
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Oddly, how? She say why?
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[It keeps getting hinted at, around, but he doesn't like it. The smell of it is clearly off. In the absence of anything else to do with his hands, he worries a bit at his lip piercing, clicking his tongue against his teeth.]
Don't know that she's providing much groundbreaking insight with odd things are going on, but suppose it's good to hear from the horse's mouth. Don't see how we can play along more than we already are. They've got us trapped here. We did their show of a trial. I'm doing all the little dances they tell me to with the asking about people's pasts and scrounging up apologies.
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[He's sort of doing a bad job of conveying the tone that struck him.]
Not a warning, an admonishment. Her whole demeanor shifted, she seemed sad. Like she wasn't recommending going along with it out of caution, but rather a more gentle approach was warranted.
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So-- So it's like-- [Making a little circle with his hands.] Us. [Bigger circle.] Bear and Company. [Bigger.] Whatever clearly fucked oddity that's happening.
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Yeah, yeah, good idea.
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She get tattoos to match everyone she's ever had a falling out with or ... ?
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[He leans back, thinking for a moment, and then, absurdly enough, extends out his (left) hand to him, still in the fingerless glove, with one pinky out.]
Okay, so how it works is, you put your pinky too, and we sort of latch them together and do a handshake. And then if you break your word, you die. Or some other consequence, it was unclear.
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Oh-- Should I wait to hear the promise I'm agreeing to die upon first?
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[He'll wait to let Molly latch pinkies, but in the meantime - ]
We'll tell you as much of the truth as you want to hear. But not tonight.
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[He sort of hesitates at that. But then he seems to let it ride instead. Latching pinkies and giving it a firm shake.]
Think you know something of my relationship with the truth, though.
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Very true. It's the sobriety thing. Normally I'm very good at distracting myself from even thinking the questions are that interesting.
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[He huffs a small laugh.]
Not true to my memories of school at all. There was always a place where they'd sell you a drink, even when I was as young as some of these people.
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[I'm sorry is Caleb referencing his past right now? What the absolute fuck.
He ... doesn't really know who this person is with Caleb's face all that much. He keeps making the joke that he's exactly the same but bathed, but that's obviously not true. He's weird and funny and shifty as hell which are all things Caleb always was, but ... more. It's the same with Beauregard. Like he'd seen these people through a foggy lens.
The thing about it is, he likes them a lot. It makes the story where they had this falling out, a separation, all that little bit more sad.]
Maybe we play along nicely well enough, the Bear will turn up with some whiskey soon.
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That's a good plan.
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Great. Can't wait for it to spectacularly blow up in about a day.