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Mr. Numbers ([personal profile] workingthenumbers) wrote in [community profile] silentspringlogs2024-02-16 08:01 pm
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[open] february catch-all

Who: Numbers and YOU!
When: Throughout February
Where: Noted in prompts
Open/Closed: Open
Applicable Warnings: TDM Warnings apply, further warnings will be added if needed


i. who's that lurching through the smoke? (early february, around the neighborhood)
[The smoke is concerning, to say the least, but it's not the thing that Numbers is most concerned about. After posting the message on his device, he's half expected the HOA to show up at his door, knocking and asking for him to accompany him to a secluded little basement with Dr. Norman Pollock, once again waiting for him there.

Fortunately, that never happens. He spends a majority of his time staring out his window, waiting for something to happen or for conditions to improve. But the smoke keeps rising, and eventually, sections of the town begin to be closed off.

If you go and knock on Numbers' door at any point during this time, he'll open the door a crack and poke his head out.]


What? If you're here about the smoke, I know about it already.


ii. count those freaks, we're completely outnumbered (february 14th, valentine's day party)
cw: alcohol

[Numbers has reluctantly dragged himself to the party, dressed in the least objectionable outfit he could find in his closet--a burgundy suit paired with a red waistcoat and white tie. It's the fanciest he's felt in a while, and it's not an unwelcome feeling. But he hates that it has to be in this particular environment.

Upon arrival, he heads towards the cocktails that Marjorie's husband has prepared and immediately downs a martini, unwilling to deal with this event sober. He spends most of it very grumpy, sourly looking upon the mingling couples in the crowd and occasionally sneaking a peak towards Dr. Norman Pollock. The neighbors seem to react to his poor attitude in turn, giving him a generally wide berth and whispering among themselves.

As the evening goes on, he slowly becomes more and more inebriated. At some point, he finds himself next to someone else and decides to let his complaints be known--under his breath, so as not to allow too many people to overhear.]


I don't get the hype around Valentine's Day. All the sappy romance shit is so shallow and annoying. How the hell people put up with it?


iii. we don't who they are, we don't know where we are (late february, around town)
[Throughout the remainder of February, Numbers can be found in various places throughout Sweetwater, mostly trying to lie low and blend in. It's harder than he anticipates. He initially tries to follow Wrench around whenever he can--for both safety reasons and out of desire for companionship. But eyebrows are raised if he spends too much time with him, so he reluctantly allows himself to also wander on his own.

When Wrench is attending his classes, Numbers can usually be found sulking in the college library. He usually holds a book in his hand, pretending to read it, but in reality, he's people watching--picking out the habits and mannerisms of the students attending, seeing if he can tell the difference between those who were born and raised here versus those who were forcibly brought into this town. You might even spot him staring down at you, his face seemingly permanently set in a scowl, before glancing back down at the open book.

On other days, Numbers can be found at the grocery store, staring dead-eyed at the rows upon rows of produce. Like last month, he seems lost, overwhelmed, staring at the products with a vacant gaze. Unlike last month, he's completely lucid this time. If you happen to be walking by, he'll clear his throat and ask:]


Uh...'scuse me. [His tone sounds level, if a little strained.] Do you know any easy dinner recipes? Preferably something that doesn't require a lot of prep.

[Sure, he's had to cook the occasional egg, toast, or boxed mac and cheese for himself and Wrench, but it's not like he ever had the space or time to sit down and learn how to properly cook. It's not as if his parents taught him.]


iv. wildcard
[If you'd like to plan something else with Numbers, let me know! You can contact me @ [plurk.com profile] wolfnoir or wolfnoir on Discord.]