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π™·πšŽπš•πš•πš’ 𝚁. ([personal profile] perceptual) wrote in [community profile] silentspringlogs2024-01-03 03:44 am

open β€” an inspector calls.

Who: Helly and YOU!
When: Last week of Christmas
Where: Your very home...
Open/Closed: Open
Applicable Warnings: n/a, will update as necessary!



You open your door to find a cheery redhead standing on your doorstep with a plate of cookies resting in the palm of her hand. If you look closely at the cookies, it's pretty obvious that they're shortbread from the store and definitely not homemade – but it's rude to stare, so don't scrutinise too closely.

"Hi!" Helly says brightly. "I'm Helly. I live on this street. I just moved here." A meaningful pause, with some deliberate emphasis on that phrase that hopefully makes sense, before she adds, "I was wondering if you wanted a cookie."

Maybe this is a little too close to the memory of the salesman for anyone's comfort, but Helly's thought about this. The only way to go door to door asking questions of people without rousing too much suspicion is to lace it thickly in the false pearly-white cheer of Sweetwater, until she can get some privacy. She rustles the cookies on the plate a little insistently, and lifts her eyebrows in what she hopes is an understandably meaningful way.


OOC β€” as I said in the CR meme, Helly is going door-to-door to introduce herself and try to suss out who here is in a similar boat to her. You can tag in if you'd like to meet her and thread out a conversation, OR we can just handwave that our characters have met in advance of the event!

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[personal profile] workingthenumbers 2024-01-03 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Numbers certainly isn't expecting any visitors. Well--perhaps not entirely the truth. Ever since finding Wrench in this God forsaken place, he's been hoping and waiting for Wrench to tell him it's go time, that there was some sort of plan in place to escape from this stupid suburban hell. So when the doorbell rings and Numbers peers out the peephole, he's surprised to see someone new. Was this another assassin, like the salesman, sent to kill him? His pistol is currently holstered at his side, hidden beneath a sports jacket. If things escalate, he at least knows now to aim for the head.

Helly can hear the shuffling of someone behind the door as Numbers debates whether to answer. Then, after a solid two minutes of silence, he opens the door, a blank expression on his face.

"A new neighbor, huh? Seems as though there's a lot of people moving into town nowadays." he says, smoothly. He glances down at the cookies, then back up at the stranger. "Why don't you come in? Maybe we could do a cookie swap. Gossip about the recent changes in the neighborhood."

After a beat, a pleasant grin stretches across his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
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[personal profile] workingthenumbers 2024-01-07 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Numbers inclines his head slightly to indicate for her to enter the house. When she does, he closes the door behind him and strolls into the living room. It occurs to him that he's never actually had the experience of having people over--first, because he hasn't actually owned a house before, and second, because the only time he really lived in this kind of suburban normalcy was when he was a child. Once he was introduced to the world of crime, he was always on the move with Wrench, only staying long enough to wrap up business and return to Fargo for the next job.

The house is a bit of a mess, given that Numbers is the only person living here. Crusty bowls, plates, and half-filled cups are scattered about on any available surface. He regards Helly, smile still plastered across his face. He doesn't sit. He just stands in the middle of the living room, waiting for her to make a move.

"So," Numbers starts, "you'll have to forgive me, but I don't actually have any cookies for you. But I assume you aren't knocking on people's doors just to spread out holiday cheer."
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[personal profile] workingthenumbers 2024-01-23 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
That puts Numbers on alert. If she was someone from the local housing authority, surely she'd know who was new in the neighborhood, right? His eyes narrow ever so slightly. It's very likely that she's another person unsure of why or how she arrived in Sweetwater--out of time, and out of place. He's not one to elect information about himself if he can help it--not without scoping out the other party's intentions. And not until the other party has divulged what they know.

He decides to test the waters.

"Somewhere else," he repeats in an unaffected tone. "Where are you from, if I may ask?"
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[personal profile] workingthenumbers 2024-02-09 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Numbers raises a single eyebrow when she says the name "Lumon". A town, maybe? He's been through places with stranger names. He contextualizes it with something he's familiar with, and pictures a lonely, snow-covered town in the backwoods of North Dakota. This information seems to demonstrate that she's someone from outside of this place--but is she trustworthy? That depends. Trust is a valuable resource in his line of business, one that Numbers doesn't give so easily to strangers.

His reply a simple, noncommittal "Hm." There's a brief pause as he considers what he should tell her. For a few moments, it seems as though he might not reply.

"I'm from Minnesota." Not technically a lie. He was finishing up a job before he found himself here. It's stated nonchalantly enough that anyone overhearing might be forgiven in thinking he was making light conversation. "Wasn't exactly looking to move to a different state, but sometimes, these things just happen. Not sure if I like the neighborhood, either."