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crowspace2019-10-17 09:28 am
accidentallich) wrote in crowspace2019-10-17 09:28 am
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OC voicetesting.
[A: the internet]
[The internet is a wonderful thing. It lets Gershom interact with other people without having to be covered head to toe, always fearful that he might have to flee this town just like all the others before.
Like anyone who exists on the internet, especially anyone who exists on the internet 24/7, he has a Twitter.]
What is happening on Twitter? I've been reading the Mishnah all morning, can someone explain the drama to me?
[With appropriate cat gif.]
[B: the apartment... door]
[Whatever reason you have to be outside Gershom's apartment door - selling Girl Scout cookies? Canvassing? One of his neighbors was murdered and you're a police detective who wants details? - it's definitely locked.]
Who is it? Erm, I can't answer the door, I'm very sick.
[He doesn't sound sick, but then again, a door between you and him muffles things somewhat.]
[C: the apartment]
[As one of the few people Gershom knows who knows about the lich thing, you're allowed inside. Gershom is in his cat pajamas, wringing his skeletal hands together.]
I would've changed clothes but my nice outfit has a honey stain on it - um, can I get you something? Books? Some music to put on? ...Books?
[D: wildcard]
[I don't know what I'm doing, if you know what you're doing then fuck you.]
[The internet is a wonderful thing. It lets Gershom interact with other people without having to be covered head to toe, always fearful that he might have to flee this town just like all the others before.
Like anyone who exists on the internet, especially anyone who exists on the internet 24/7, he has a Twitter.]
What is happening on Twitter? I've been reading the Mishnah all morning, can someone explain the drama to me?
[With appropriate cat gif.]
[B: the apartment... door]
[Whatever reason you have to be outside Gershom's apartment door - selling Girl Scout cookies? Canvassing? One of his neighbors was murdered and you're a police detective who wants details? - it's definitely locked.]
Who is it? Erm, I can't answer the door, I'm very sick.
[He doesn't sound sick, but then again, a door between you and him muffles things somewhat.]
[C: the apartment]
[As one of the few people Gershom knows who knows about the lich thing, you're allowed inside. Gershom is in his cat pajamas, wringing his skeletal hands together.]
I would've changed clothes but my nice outfit has a honey stain on it - um, can I get you something? Books? Some music to put on? ...Books?
[D: wildcard]
[I don't know what I'm doing, if you know what you're doing then fuck you.]
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[ this is not a very impressive proclamation. marco seems self-aware of this, shifting his weight. there's a half-smile from him, intended as encouraging. ]
You wanna join me in grabbing a cola?
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[Apologetic about his own inability to eat.]
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Oh!
[ it certainly makes sense, though. perhaps marco was hoping some magic would spell to the contrary. looks like that pizza is also of zero use, huh. marco flaps a hand through the air. ]
That's okay! It's more about the company aspect of it.
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I don't know if I'm good company... but I'll come if you really want me to.
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[ he hopes no one's heard that. especially those "leagues worse" company, his own mention of such having him glance up and down the hall. but marco tips his head, and with a smile, moves so that gershom can exit his home more comfortably. ]
Well, I won't drag you out kicking and screaming, I'd say. But it'd be something I'd appreciate.
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[Most people aren't usually so nice. Carefully, Gershom steps outside his apartment for the first time in months.]
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not quite with bated breath, but hey. that first step outside his own apartment in months ... seems successful?! no sadness black hole appear to swallow the skeleton whole.
but with sincerity, ]
How're you feeling so far? Good?
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[It's pretty monumental.]
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[ with a glance to gershom, he begins to very slightly take the lead, but he will wait for the skeleton to feel comfortable pacing at his side. the city outside is pretty big, after all, baby steps. ]
Lemme know if you want me to go in front, or something...
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You're a very kind person.
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[ a little sing-song, with a toothy grin thrown gershom's way. perceptive and as sharp as his eyesight is, he did notice the hand reaching -- mistakes it for the natural swing of the skeleton's gait.
marco pushes the button to the elevator. it lights up. ]
There any place you wanted to go, lately?
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[He hasn't seen real live flowers in... a long time.]
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[ it's decided. they're going to the biggest, nicest of em all. but, into the elevator! to the ground floor, and with a ding. they've arrived. the doors open up to the bottom floor. he allows himself a contented sigh, and a bit dreamily: ]
It's dark, so hopefully it will be lit up all nice too, right?
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[Has Gershom ever seen a garden lit up at night? Probably never. When he was still in a state to visit gardens, they didn't have electric lights.]
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he looks to gershom, ]
You ready?
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[Again, he reaches for Marco's sleeve, and again he stops himself. Marco's already been so kind to him, he can't ask for him to touch an abomination like himself.]
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[ it's a little weird at first, but he doesn't flinch from it. perhaps gershom will be doing the one flinching away. regardless, marco pushes open the door to the big ol', vibrant city: ]
Let's go.♪♫♪
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After you.
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May as well give you a mini tour on the way there, right?
[ he may not have been inside the gardens, but he knows the city very well. a bit too well... ]
You gotta tell me 'bout some stuff you like, though, so I can point out the important stuff.
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[ marco thinks on that. ]
There's a library, yeah. It's got three floors, books from all over the world, amenities. Closed a few hours ago, though - we can hit up a bookstore on our way back, prob'bly? [ if they're up for it. ] Ah, but -
[ with his freehand, marco points out a cafe. sadly, it also looks closed, with its sign unlit and its interior dark. the cats are sleeping, shhh. ]
Cat cafe. Ever been to one of those?
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[The idea that he could actually go to one is almost overwhelming.]
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[ social outings to cat cafes tend to be pretty successful, in his opinion. actually, now that he reflects on it, it would be a bit embarrassing if the owner of it started to recognize him there... ]
If you're not tired of me by the end of the night, [ coupled with a mildly joking tone, ] we could go to one together, sometime.
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[There's more of a spring in his step now, the worries of being stared at and reacted to with disgust overridden by thoughts of cats.]
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[ they're passing along some 24-hour gym, now, the sort that's blatantly expensive to have a membership with. but you know, as gershom doesn't really strike marco as the type, he'll resisting pointing it out as one of his more frequented places.
instead, ]
What type of poetry is it that you like?
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