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silentspringlogs2024-01-29 09:49 am
lestercraft) wrote in silentspringlogs2024-01-29 09:49 am
Part Two: The Dinner
Who: Arthur & Helly Lester and anyone who actually goes for the invite
When: Evening of Jan 29th
Where: The Lester Household
Open/Closed: Open! Come one and all from Haven Street.
Applicable Warnings: Discussion of January events, mass conspiracy (it's us, we're the conspirators)
It's even odds, he thinks, whether people thought he was off his rocker in making a post like that, or if people would believe he's actually trying to contact people the only reasonable way he knew how. It was certainly much faster than trying to contact people individually, especially in this weather, and hopefully between himself and Helly that they've met enough people to get a decent turn-out.
The more they can learn about this place, the more they can trust each other, the better. Right now, trust is all they have.
The lower floor of the house is well lit, even if all the windows are curtained and shut, and there's a record playing in the lounge, audible from outside - something jazzy and dated by the standards of the time, but a bit of Hoagy Carmichael and Billie Holiday is settling his nerves, if nothing else - and the kitchen is... sparse, clearly underused but for the stack of mugs by the sink, but with some effortthe blind leading the blind he and Helly have at least put together a salad for people. Theoretically they'll be bringing their own food too, make it at least ostensibly a potluck.
When: Evening of Jan 29th
Where: The Lester Household
Open/Closed: Open! Come one and all from Haven Street.
Applicable Warnings: Discussion of January events, mass conspiracy (it's us, we're the conspirators)
It's even odds, he thinks, whether people thought he was off his rocker in making a post like that, or if people would believe he's actually trying to contact people the only reasonable way he knew how. It was certainly much faster than trying to contact people individually, especially in this weather, and hopefully between himself and Helly that they've met enough people to get a decent turn-out.
The more they can learn about this place, the more they can trust each other, the better. Right now, trust is all they have.
The lower floor of the house is well lit, even if all the windows are curtained and shut, and there's a record playing in the lounge, audible from outside - something jazzy and dated by the standards of the time, but a bit of Hoagy Carmichael and Billie Holiday is settling his nerves, if nothing else - and the kitchen is... sparse, clearly underused but for the stack of mugs by the sink, but with some effort
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Do you know why he kidnapped you? Did he say?
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Something about losing sight of what makes Sweetwater so special. But I think it was because I was looking for answers. And he probably didn't like that.
[And he's not going to mention the fact that he. Um. Barged into the police station and started goading them.]
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He said that to me as well. Special! What a misuse of the word! It would be far better — that is, far more accurate — to call this place positively horrid.
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[This from one of the women who's chosen to remain standing instead of finding a seat on a chintz sofa. Maureen Robinson, she'd said her name was during introductions. Aerospace engineering. 2046. Not in this galaxy.
She'd said all that with a degree of somewhat unbelievable confidence. This though—banding back and forth the concept of torture and kidnapping and revenge—seems to have bred some wariness in her. She's crossed her arms over her chest, and has been quiet for long minutes until this point.]
Maybe not in the way it sounded like, but there's something here that's drawn all of us to it. It didn't start where we came from. It started here. And it sounds like he knows it.
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Mrs Robinson, yes? [Mostly because he's trying very hard to remember people's names by voice when he doesn't have faces to work with.] He actually did say something to that effect to me. The way he phrased it, protecting the people of Sweetwater and protecting Sweetwater itself might be two different tasks, where one begets the other. A town is nothing without its people, of course, but if their mindlessness is something intentional, something to keep them from being made aware of whatever larger efforts are going on right under their noses...
[He takes a deep breath through his nose, letting it in an abrupt sigh.]
I believe that there is something larger out there, something that- might very well be a creature, a being of some description that is using our presence for something. But right now, it's impossible to say whether that's going to be benevolent or not.
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(Maybe she's just relieved she didn't have to be the first person to say it.)]
If this really is what it seems like it is—some kind of time travel or cosmic string hop—, then sure. They're probably getting help from somewhere.
[Last she checked, 1961 wasn't a big year for particle acceleration.]