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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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So are you from another planet, or what?
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[She is sharply aware that standing in a room full of people anywhere from a century to three decades ago, and the straightforward answer starts to sound like science fiction. But it could be worse. She could be talking about monsters in books possessing body parts.
(Or about aliens on distant worlds.)]
We're establishing a colony on a second planet. I was on my way there when this happened.
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What was it like? Being in space. Always seemed like it would be pretty cool.
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[Understatement.
On the other hand, she's loath to put that spark of curiosity in his eye out. It's a welcome change of pace from the pervasively anxious hum clicking around at the back of her head, even if it's just for a handful of minutes.]
But a lot more interesting than staying on Earth. [Yeah, says a tilt of the temple and a flexing about the corner of her mouth. Space is pretty cool.]
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[Or, at home, read books and imagine. He doesn't expect to ever see the sky back home. Not this version of him. Maybe not any version of him. But hey, he got to see it here.]
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[No particulates choking the air, and the light pollution could be a lot worse. —But she's at least partly joking, suggests some flexing line in her expression. He's not wrong. She has sympathy for the kind of stirring being stuck in the ground can promotnin a person.
(Here, especially.)]
But yeah, sure. I can probably think of a few. [Maybe soft pedal into the whole 'Oh yeah, and aliens are real' part.]