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 Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:19 pm
Robert started laughing so hard he choked.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:24 pm
What was funny?! Mimsy tried to remember exactly what she'd said, and none of it sounded like a joke...right? Her expression deviated more and more towards 'upset' as she tried to piece it together, but nothing made sense.
"I'm sorry!" She sounded like she might cry. "If you don't want anything I have, you...I mean, you don't have to, maybe I could find someone else?"
She glanced up at the one who had been staring at her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:27 pm
"Shh, shhh, please, just, shshhh.." His laughter kept trying to interrupt his hushing, but his arms were firm, and refused to let her go. "I just - oh man, I'm not even going to explain, but no, no I'm okay, just, oh, god, Simmy-" And then something hit him, something he'd heard HOURS later, and hadn't even considered it until this very moment. Perhaps it was because he needed something to calm his raucous laughter. He wiped the tears out of his eyes, and gave her a heavily amused look. "Or is it Mimsy?" He already knew he wasn't Trebor. That name people were calling her, it was probably the same deal.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:29 pm
[enter]
Diana entered the area and smiled ever so slightly as she looked around. It seemed that there were much fewer people here than the last place. Getting off Tia she lets the alpaca go and graze as she goes into a nearby tent. She comes out with more supplies and quickly restocks. Once that is done she looks around wondering if she could make any more friends.
[Pitstop Prize - +100 restoration to your supplies + full HP + 5 Bandages + You regain your mount - collected]
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:39 pm
"Okay..." Mimsy slowly agreed, because as much as she wanted to understand, she'd rather not feel like he was laughing at her anymore. Then he asked her something, and she froze, feeling that uncomfortable conflict between what she remembered and what she was living.
She studied his face and bit her lip, leaning to put her forehead against his.
"Which do you want it to be?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:46 pm
Easily, Robert fell into the position, letting his head lean up to press back against hers just enough. He closed his eyes, and chuckled.
"You should know by now that s**t like that don't matter to me. You're Mimsy. You're Simmy. You're.. Cuckoo Kachoo. It ain't gonna change a thing."
It was real easy to forget the priorities and goals of the situation, in moments as comforting as these. So when his alpaca kicked him in the head, and he knocked his forehead against Mimsy's, he mumbled a really aggravated apology.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:02 pm
"Okay then," Mimsy laughed. "You can call me by whatever comes to mind. Except Mildred." She narrowed her eyes as she spoke the name, but smiled again soon enough. Apparently, no Mimsy anywhere ever wanted to be called that. "Unless...you want to call me your gi--" Then the alpaca must have gotten sick of their mushy s**t and kicked him, because he bumped his head against hers. After an ' ow' and a wince, she snuck a quick kiss (barely a peck, or they'd be here forever) and turned to look at her own alpaca. It seemed fine, but there was someone new who caught her attention. She hadn't been at the first pit stop with the others, had she? "Hi there," she called to her, making an attempt to wave again. "Do you need any help with anything?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:12 pm
A whole new set of laughter burst out of Robert when he heard the name Mildred, and he was laughing even as she kissed him, which was awkward and made his laughter come to a startling stop. His firm hold relaxed, because a sinking guilt settled upon him, flattening him until he felt like nothing but a stain on the floor.
He was paralyzed with a feeling he wished he didn't own the memories to, but there they were, replaying in his head like an old movie, all over again.
Except this time -
He pushed himself up onto his feet, and held his alpaca up, too. He needed a minute or two just to .. to .. remember who he was. And what he was completely, and utterly ******** up.
His alpaca was the only one who could see his face.. and that moment of camaraderie they'd shared just before entering the pitstop fled. It hated him, again.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:13 pm
Shun let out a sigh, leaving the others to do as they pleased. He dismounted the stallion, then went to stock up on supplies. It was almost time for him to head back out. He had lost a couple of his contacts on the way here. So he figured he may as well try to refill some of that. "Oi. You. If you need help, send word," he stated flatly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:19 pm
((ENTER!)) Clippity clippity clippity clop! Freya's little alpaca was hopping along at a steady pace, almost floating as it toddled into the pitstop. She disembarked, and it didn't even notice until she came around and set a feed bag on it's face. Then she nuzzled her face against its and let it eat in peace. Turning to see who was around, she smiled - until she saw Kettil. At the sight of him, she grinned for a split second - as if forgetting they were racing - and then it all came crashing back. And she glared at him like he was the worst person ever. "YOU CHEATED!!!!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:21 pm
Kettil was busily giving his Alpaca attention and adoration, trying to make up for whatever he did to upset it but then...
Someone else was upset with him.
This voice he remembered and he coolly tilted his head up and he smiled at her, but there was no smugness to it, "I cheated? I believe you are mistaken. I am not the one that ran off before the signal to go was given."
Hi Pot. His name is Kettil. Kettil Blacke.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:27 pm
The one who had been staring finally spoke to her! "Oh! Yes, you too! Any time!" Mimsy's expression had the excitement of a kid who had been asked to sit at the cool table at lunch. Until she saw Robert again. He looked like he wasn't feeling so good again, or at least like he wasn't feeling like himself, because standing in silence wasn't really an action she attributed to him. "Hey..." Her voice was soft, hesitant with worry. "Are you hungry again?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:36 pm
"Whuh?" He muttered, turning his head just enough that he spoke to her over his shoulder while he fussed with his saddle. "No, no, all good, just uh, thinkin' 'bout this.. trip here. Time to get movin', maybe. I can sense we're gettin' close." He lifted his head, and smelled the air. "I used t'live in an area somethin' like this, you know. Kind of reminds me of home." That settled him. Thoughts of home, and its comforts, and the hard labor of the land. The feel of falling asleep after working so hard your body felt like it was going to collapse. And those days, those lazy days in the summer when it was too hot to do anything but lay there and look up at the sky. And then it unsettled him. He got back to fussing with his saddle. "Yeap. We should probably finish this journey up before it gets dark. I don't want you ridin' out there when it's dark."
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:50 pm
"I DIDN'T!" Freya whined, stomping over to him and standing toe to toe. She had to get up on her tiptoes a little, but she made sure to look fierce. "I gave the starting signal and then I started, I didn't go first!! Don't you call me a cheater you.. you.. cheater!" She pouted, a remarkably over-exaggerated thing, and folded her arms. "How long have you been here, anyway?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:50 pm
Was it possible to be jealous of a trip? If it was, Mimsy sure felt that way. She wanted to get to the end too, but it didn't steal all of her thoughts away. Couldn't he save some space for thoughts of her?
"It's an important trip," she said, trying to remind herself. "And it sounds nice! Where you're from, I mean. Maybe you could show me sometime."
She wanted to offer the same thing to him, but her home didn't seem nice at all, and she didn't think she'd be very welcome there anyway.
"You can go ahead, if you're ready. Give me something to look forward to again." She smiled and tried not to think about how he might not be not thinking about her. "I haven't gotten more supplies yet."
Her gaze fell to her feet.
"I was, um, looking for you...first."
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