PC: Lambda

[westedge]

Comments

weekend 0, sunday

[westedge]

[ me realizing we're putting this in mcd's but they were already at mcd's, so whatever, this is later mcd's! jonas is looking at his phone, seemingly scrolling through, but when he looks up he stops short as to avoid bumping straight into melt. ]

Ah, sorry. [ did they exchange names? he's not sure he remembers, and calling her "mysterious alter ego" seems weird. ] ...so, you were right. At least three of them.

[diluvian]

[ she is still melt. lambda is just her stage name as a ~celebrity~

he didn't actually bump into her, so she's not offended. ]

I was almost hoping for more. Do you think more will come later?

[westedge]

[ love that for her. ]

Uh, almost positive. The purple one mentioned the number six and that's either a really weird hypothetical example, or a hint. I'm choosing to take it as a hint.

[diluvian]

Six, huh? I can see that being a fitting number. It'd be less management overall if they spread it among that many.

week 0, sunday

[diluvian]

[ that sure was an execution. lambda wasn't hurt or injured or anything. isn't that amazing for an execution from me?

lambda is chilling on some sofa in ikea, and she lifts a pingu sleeve in greeting like she wasn't horny on main however long ago. ]

Hey.

[westedge]

[ he could turn around and leave but...why? they're here, things happened today, and nothing will change that. instead, he lifts a hand in greeting and wanders closer. ]

Hey. Care if I join you?

[diluvian]

Do whatever you like.

[ she doesn't mind. ]

[westedge]

[ there's a nod of thanks. he will have a seat on the arm! like a heathen. he is still a teenage boy. ]

Hiding out from everybody else? Or was this just convenient for now?

w2, monday

[westedge]

[ why is jonas in the salon? honestly, he just wandered here. it's what he's been doing today, checking out the new places they've been allowed to explore, even if they're not really of any interest to him.

it doesn't stop him from approaching anyone he knows though, which is why lambda gets a nod of his head as he seems to be eyeing the area. ]

Is...this their way of apologizing for stressing us out? [ bad joke. terrible joke. also, oddly enough, his emotions do not seem to be loud enough at the moment? like he's busy suppressing them as much as possible to not feel anything but neutral. ]

[diluvian]

[ it's a good idea to know what's around for knowledge or for the inevitable investigating they'll have to do at the end of the week. that's also why lambda checks out every new location even if she'd rather be anyplace else.

her own emotions seem collected, cool, calm. that is a bad joke, and her eyebrows rise above her stupid sunglasses. ]

You should get pampered to see how much of an apology it is.

[westedge]

[ help. his emotions immediately crack into something both a tiny bit like :nyeh: and also a little confused. ]

I feel like any sort of pampering or whatever would be wasted on me. You're sure that's not more your speed?

[diluvian]

[ she grins, and there's a spike of something aggressive, predatory, teasing. ]

Oh? Athlete extraordinaire gets an entire coliseum named after him. Don't you think he deserves an award?

w2 saturday

[westedge]

[ the vibes are rancid tonight, probably, given the stress of being locked in a mcd's for nine hours and the end results of the trial. it means jonas is out and away from people, and it means coming back to the lake.

except okay, he's not as alone as he thought. there is lambda, and for a moment he thinks about leaving her be, but eventually he does step up beside her. faint smoke drifts from the cigarette in his mouth, and he doesn't speak right away.

his emotions have gone relatively silent, at least. ]

...I meant it, you know? Thank you for letting me do that much today.

[diluvian]

[ her emotions have gone into still lake mode now that trial is over and they have some kind of confirmed answer.

She's looking at the lake like it's a reflection of her emotions. ]

I don't aim to be so uncooperative that I can't be reasoned with, but I can't change how I am either.

[westedge]

[ there's a blip of understanding, and some curiosity. he has no plans to rush her and he seems to be debating what specifically he wants to say to her. ]

I don't want people to change who they are on the day to day. Makes it too hard to know who they're supposed to be. But I can respect having standards to be reasoned with. [ a sidelong glance. ] Is that what today was? Reasoning.

[diluvian]

[ she turns her head to meet her glance, and she's silent for a second, as she decides how to say this. ]

I prefer to be logical and keep my cool when I can. It's less ugly that way, and it's the simplest way for people to weigh what is and isn't worth it in the currency that matters here.

[ she isn't sure if that's exactly what he was asking, but this is what she's choosing to answer. ]

w3 tuesday

[diluvian]

[ movie theaters aren't really something lambda is used to, but it's a place to check out anyway.

she'd prefer a different type of theater, and that's why she looks over at jonas. ]

Pick something.

[ rude and bossy. ]

[westedge]

[ help. he looks so startled by the demand, but it's lambda so he just lets it go anyway and allows this. ]

You could at least give me a genre you like, you know. [ but he does glance at the posters on the wall advertising different films. ] But if I'm picking you don't get to judge how terrible it might be.

[ leading! come along. ]

[diluvian]

[ don't just let it go?

she follows him. ]

It doesn't work that way, but I'll grant you some grace.

[ what are your teenage boy tastes, jonas.... ]

week 7, monday

[diluvian]

[ jonas is concentrating somewhere. lambda's voice comes from behind him. ]

Hey. Holding up?

[westedge]

[ he keeps his focus, but he seems to relax a little when he hears her. ]

About as well as one could when a bunch of disembodied voices are around. Shouldn't I be asking you that? It's been a while.

[diluvian]

Some people seem happier to have these voices around even if we could all be a figment of your imaginations.

[ she sounds more amused than anything else. ]

I think the living are struggling a bit more than the dead.

w7 saturday

[westedge]

[ honestly....he is probably just walking around in random districts with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth when he falls into step with wherever lambda might be. ]

What a day. You good?

[diluvian]

[ she flashes jonas a small smile as a greeting. she's on her way to the frozen lake because the dead didn't get anywhere to skate. ]

It wasn't too terrible for me. [ but she's good at keeping her thoughts and feelings contained for the most part without being too repressed about it. ] It ended as well as it could have.

[ it's not the happiest ending, but she didn't expect it to end that way. ]

What about you?

[westedge]

[ it's emotionsharing still which means she gets a faint blip of fondness from him at the smile. ]

Well...it's what you said. It ended as well as it could have. I don't know if I'd call all of this a good ending, considering, but...it's an ending. At least we're okay for now. It's about all I can ask after all these weeks, you know?