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Mono ([personal profile] lostintransmition) wrote2021-04-12 05:01 pm

IC INBOX (DATABURST)



AUDIO ⊚ VIDEO ⊚ TEXT ⊚ DELIVERY ⊚ ACTION

address: N/A (see here). For deliveries, the savvy can leave things either in the alley across from the Hex Diner, or the cat tower in Trojan Housewares.
username: $lunchbag
liesdontfindyou: (pb; forlorn)

[personal profile] liesdontfindyou 2021-09-06 03:08 am (UTC)(link)

[ At first, she takes his departure as a moment to breathe, to let her brave face fall away for a second before she puts it back on again. Then, she watches the progress of his search curiously, head tilted, never standing up straight from where she's crouched down no matter how much her legs may protest.

When he comes back, hands full of objects and— well, the thing she really recognises is the gravel necklace, she's seen that around Coda's neck. From there, it's a short leap to remembering seeing the other gifts around. To what he's gathered.

The dice he left her are back at the apartment, by her laptop in the living room. She's become so used to using them to keep her hands busy she took them with her even in her haste to leave. ]

...oh.

[ That's all she manages to get out, because she thinks if she tries to say more she might just start crying, and she's really trying not to do that. Mono's had to comfort her once before and if she can help it he won't have to again.

She freezes up, for a good few seconds, before first gingerly lifting the gravel from his hand by the chain. Hesitant, almost, to take anything; like she's making sure. ]

...I think I thought everything would be gone. Even things like this. [ she swallows, closes her eyes for a second, opens them again ] Wonder if they're just so small the clean-up program doesn't care or if everything they got whilst here is still around...

[ It's a coping mechanism, of a sort. Asking questions, thinking instead of feeling. She hopes it's the latter. Maybe she can find those colourful PJ pants Coda once let her borrow, if so. Maybe they can reclaim some things, take some other little bits of this home with them when they leave. ]

liesdontfindyou: (pb; oh dear)

[personal profile] liesdontfindyou 2021-09-06 05:02 am (UTC)(link)

[ Everything she’s heard is second hand. Coda was the first person to disappear that she really knew, really noticed the loss of, but she knows they weren’t the first for the others. She knows there was someone else in Trojan before her. And now… now it’s just her and Mono. Fuck.

She nods, acknowledges what he’s saying, and still takes a long, long moment to keep herself composed. Finally, she slips the gravel necklace around her own neck, and takes off her bag, setting it down open in front of Mono. ]

Anything like those [ she nods at the gifts ] that— that we want to keep with me, can go in here.

[ Not everything will fit. This will have to be about reclaiming the little things, first. And Mono will have things of his own and from the others he’ll want to take himself, she’s sure. But whatever they can’t take with either of them now will have to be later. For her, that means her own belongings, her armour, her clothes… ]

Okay. Okay.

[ She stands up. It’s not far back to Coda’s room, and she knows Mono can reach her easily enough, but it still feels weird to turn her back on him at first—a feeling forgotten as soon as she steps over the threshold of the room and forgets to breathe for a second.

God, pull yourself together, CT. She inhales, exhales, and her eyes land on the tree. It was important to Coda and if she takes it with her, it won’t get deleted in a data dump or something. So that’s what she’s here for, focus on the rest later.

…she allows herself a detour to grab those PJ pants, but that’s it. Those are the items she returns with. ]

liesdontfindyou: (pb; drag hand through hair)

[personal profile] liesdontfindyou 2021-09-07 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Honestly, she isn't even entirely sure herself. She's gathered more bits and pieces since moving to Trojan than she's owned in years, but either she has them with her, or they can't be moved yet. So, she left it open, in case Mono felt there was anything between them that would be safer with her for now, and isn't surprised or off-put that he hasn't grabbed much.

Her hand goes instinctively to touch the shaved side of her head, fingertips against the softening texture of its slow growth. ]

...thank you, I hadn't even thought about that.

[ She rolls the PJ pants up and tucks them into her bag, tucks the buzzer in beside them. Makes sure the little bits and pieces are safe and won't end up buried under something else already in there or damaged. ]

I'll— I'll have to come back for my clothes, and stuff like that. And when I have a place, we can maybe move some other things there.

I guess that— [ inhale, heavy exhale ] —I guess that the soups and such should... should be cleaned up.

[ Another thing she almost hates to do, clearing away signs of what made Trojan what it was, but she'd rather deal with it than it sit and rot or the sim wipe it. Maybe one day, after they've moved everything they can somewhere else, doing all this will amount to some form of closure. Maybe. ]

liesdontfindyou: (pb; neutral pout)

[personal profile] liesdontfindyou 2021-09-11 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)

[ CT closes her bag and carefully picks the tree back up, setting it back down on a counter once they're in the kitchen and her bag down beside it. Turns to look at the soups on the stove, at the fridge, at the cupboards, her hands on her hips. Sighs. ]

Okay. Not everything's an immediate problem. I can take some of the stuff from the cupboards with me to the apartment, maybe the fridge too... same goes for you, if you want, from the cupboards, at least. But the soups and anything neither of us would eat will have to go.

[ She drags her hands over her face. Okay. Okay. Just clear out the pots and wash them. Easy.

She thinks that, then still starts with going through the cupboards first. Things like the hot chocolate mix, coffee, snacks, she can pack up some of those to take. No point in letting the stuff that lasts go to waste. ]

liesdontfindyou: (pb; you good)

[personal profile] liesdontfindyou 2021-09-13 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)

[ CT's face softens, again, and she looks back from where she's tucking some of what she's gathered into her bag to give him a very certain nod. ]

Yeah, of course. I'm not... the best cook, on my own, but I can do simple things. I'll set some aside for you, always.

[ She can do that. If she's going to live alone soon, without it being the default housing where room service was her go-to, she's going to have to start preparing more of her own food, no matter what, and making sure Mono's got something fresh to eat is damn good motivation to really learn. ]