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 Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 10:24 pm
Sprawled out on a couch, in sweatpants and absolutely, utterly, and entirely undignified, Felicia Shepherd caught up on Adventure Time on her phone, filled thanks to a certain cousin. There were two boxes of Girl Scout cookies at her feet, three cans of Mountain Dew littered on the couch, and a half empty bag of Cheetos in her lap, currently being devoured. Her hair was down (and so, so frizzy), and thick glasses were pushed up her nose. In a word: she looked like the nerd she was. Not that Felicia cared: she'd just spent like, thirty hours awake and trying to parse runic code and failing miserably. Now was her time to relax.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 10:30 pm
The labs were an intimidating place to try and recruit help from, even though it was the most likely place to find what he was looking for. Dawson found himself in a socially shy mood at the moment, however, so he decided to try small scale first. The lounge was a niche of activity, full of nice and comfy couches he could spread out on; maybe someone would come through there and he could bother them then. People in the labs seemed so intent on their work, he felt like a huge bother just existing in the space.
Luckily for him someone seemed to fit the bill already. He approached the woman, recognizing her face from Twitter, and braced himself for a first impression.
And then he saw the food and stopped.
"Aw s**t, Girl Scouts already did their rounds??"
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 10:34 pm
Felicia grinned, full of impish conspiracy. "M-muh-muh-maybe," she said, slyly. "In the real w-world, sure. Just had someone p-puh-pick some up on their grocery run." In an act of real and true benevolent kindness, Felicia offered Dawson a Thin Mint, the most superior of all cookies. "Go on. H-help yourself, big g-guy."
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 10:51 pm
Dawson stared at it like it was a gift from an angel. Thin Mints were indeed the best. He reached out and took it gingerly, holding it in the palm of his hand to appreciate its existence for a moment before scarfing it down.
He broke into a broad if hesitating smile. "Thanks, hun. Uh, if yer not busy, I was wonderin'..." He trailed away not because of dramatic effect but because he recognized the sound of Adventure Time. He perked considerably. "You in Life? All ya'll get some nice stuff."
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 10:56 pm
Felicia goggled at his reverence. God bless his handsome little heart. She crunched on two cookies at once, wondering if his hair was long enough for the much revered manbun. (The answer: possibly.) "Oooh, S-Suh-Southern boy, huh?" she asked, lips quirking at his accent: it just added another layer of precious. She gestured at herself-- the full body picture, as it were-- and nodded. "Yessiree. Easy g-guess, that one. I think m-most nice stuff comes if you p-pay for it, but, it is easier if you know who t-to pay. Whatcha n-nuh-need?" Another two cookies, gone, and another offered to Dawson.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 11:05 pm
He lifted his cap like a gentleman and grinned. "Guilty s'charged. Dawson Grace, m'am." He took the cookie with another nod of thanks and down it went with a hum of satisfaction.
Deciding it was weird to just stand over her while talking, he took a seat on an adjacent couch and leaned forward. "M'from the basement. I'm, uh, not entirely sure what kinda situation I'm lookin' at yet, but I was hopin' t'get a Lifer t'come with me n' check out the its power grid or somethin'. People've been complainin' 'bout the place, so I figured s'time t'start makin' it more livable, y'know?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 10:04 pm
What a precious darling. She hummed to herself at his question, thoughtful. "Yeah, g-glad I got to skip that, no offense. I l-luh-lived in a basement but it was n-nice and had running water and s**t." Felicia grinned at him, winking her scarred eye. "I'm no electrical engineer, I'm afraid, but I g-got basic knowledge at least. I'll take a look, but I'm afraid we m-might need to open up the walls to get a close look." She clapped him heartily on the shoulder. "Lead the w-way, dandy."
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 8:35 pm
"Awesome! Let's, uh..." He eyed the mess around Felicia and started to pluck the empty cans of Mountain Dew off the couch. "Clean up a bit first..." Dawson was a Moon, he had enough time spent cleaning things up that now it was starting to become habitual.
He prayed Felicia wasn't one of those who wiped their hands of dust and crumbs on the couch.
"So yer not an elbow grease kinda nerd, huh?" he asked as he dumped trash in the appropriate bin. "More like a James Bond's Q gal?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 1:29 am
Oh, but she was. She really, really was. The worst part was that she was one of those who also lacked the social graces to even realize her wrongdoing. "Oooh, I l-like that c-comparison. Brownie p-points for you. Yes, if we're g-going with Craig Era Q. L-lots of tech, s-software, and a few gadgets." A long, wistful sigh as Felicia followed Dawson about. "G-got some, but they need conversion, to get p-power on the island." She wiped away an invisible tear. "My p-puh-poor babies."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 9:49 pm
On the inside, Dawson made a quiet prayer for poor, poor Felicia.
"Yeah, real shiny," he agreed with a grin as he forced a bag open and tried to catch the crumbs he dusted off into it. "I ferget, why they gotta make us work all this crap over again just t'make it work? 'Cause I hear 'runic' a lot, but I, uh, confess I don' get what tha' really means."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 11:03 pm
Abandon hope all ye who enter here. The plaque over Felicia's hygiene and its old death. "s**t just doesn't hold power, here. The island's got s-some electromagnetic-- I d-duh-dunno what it is exactly-- juju that makes everything go, y'know. BZZT!" Felicia wiggled her bony fingers, making a face at the basement door as soon as they arrived at the top of the stairs. "Runic is their p-p-puh-prop--" She made a face. "Their own type of c-cuh-code. It means anything I m-make has to be done from scratch, unless it's got a system of its own. Wanna make s-some phone apps, some day!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 8:41 pm
"Right, yeah, like uh...Bermuda Triangle biz?" He squinted at the air as they walked, trying to remember the boring beginning lecture he'd gotten. "Real annoyin' like ya said..."
He opened the door and gestured for Felicia to hop down in first. "Apps like that Tindr thingie?" Dawson asked curiously. "S'it take a lotta work t'make? Like, there's shittons've hunters, you gotta register 'em all?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 8:45 pm
"S-something like it. I don't know as much as I wish I did, to t-tell you the truth." Felicia looked down at the basement, grimaced, then looked back at Dawson. Really? Down there? Sighing, she stumbled past him, descending INTO THE HELLMOUTH ITSELF. "Yeah, like that! But ******** no, they can r-register themselves. I just m-make it possible for that d-data to get stored, instead of d-doing it myself. I think it might be classified, to p-pull anything from other sources, and I don't wanna g-get in any hot water, y'know?" She made it to the bottom of the stairs, and not even one tumble. Pleased, she looked back at Dawson. "Allright, B-Bob the Builder. Show me whatcha mean!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 10:20 pm
Look it was ladies first okay that was the rule even for scary hell pits like the basement he was just being a gentleman not scared. He happily went back to taking point once they'd hit the bottom of the stairs, a little more at home in even as creepy a place as this now. Or maybe he just wasn't as scared escorting someone.
"Yeah, I don' blame ya," Dawson replied as he pulled out his phone for light on instinct, flipping on the flashlight function to guide them. "Kinda glad I got sorted ta Moon. Don' really hafta worry 'bout the technical stuff unless we're talkin' construction n' maintenance--or field help I guess, though I just kinda slap bandages on s**t--but boy howdy the basement's like..." For lack of a better word, he just blew a raspberry. "Gonna rustle up a team later, once I can actually do stuff besides repaint n' clean."
They eventually reached his room, and after fumbling with the rusty lock he opened the door and turned the flashlight off. His room was a slightly organized mess, with parts of the room dedicated to particular clusters (there was the nonperishable food, there were the pillows and blankets, that was the basket for laundry, the shelf that held his tools and America's RC truck gift and the one cordless lamp that prevented him from returning to a completely dark room, there was the trashcan...maybe...?). Several movie posters were taped to one wall, and leaning against it was a corkboard with photos of family and friends as well as a to-do list.
"So let's start here first," Dawson said as he started casually nudging things out of the way with his foot. "There ain' an outlet here, but ya think it might be possible t'make one?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 11:39 pm
Felicia followed suit, pulling out her phone to use as a beacon in the dark. "Joke's on y-you there, buddy ol' pal. I ******** hate manual labor. Guess we b-both got stuck where we belong." She peered around his room, curious. Way neat, and already with signs of home. "Ohhh," she murmured, looking all around the place. She felt around various walls, both high and low, tapping intermittently in hopes that it wasn't what it looked like. But it was. Solid rock, all around, or so it felt. "I d-don't think so, Muh-Mister Bear. You ever pry out any of these b-bricks in the wall?"
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