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epidemiology2016-10-23 06:05 pm
predomination) wrote in epidemiology2016-10-23 06:05 pm
[closed] here's the pride before the fall. oh your eyes, they show it all.
CHARACTERS: Urahara and Rey; Urahara and Finn or URAHARA HAS FUN TIMES WITH STAR WARS KIDS
DATE: Between the Fracking Fields event and the Ghost Town event
WARNINGS: none. probably.
SUMMARY: Urahara and Rey have some STUFF to talk about, whether either of them want to or not. Meanwhile, Rey's been avoiding Finn, and Urahara's a gossipy fuck.
After the so-called "incident" in the mines, Urahara falls off the radar entirely, diving headlong into his work, leaving only on the off-chance that he remembers that food is a necessity or to obtain coffee because it definitely hasn't occurred to him that sleep isn't optional. His room- mercifully he isn't sharing because no one would put up with this kind of behavior- looks like a small, isolated tornado hit it.
Most of it is papers cramped with notes written in Japanese, scattered hither and yon, ranging from observations about the locals of Perdition's Rest and their habits ( just in case) to personal theories about ALASTAIR's original purpose here just based on the little snippet of information that he, Evan, and Chihiro almost died to find.
The ones he's currently poring over are about Boneyard Junction- his next project. He's been obsessively compiling information from the locals about it, however little there is, and trying to make absolute certain that when he goes there this time, he has more foolproof plans for any situation that may crop up. He was caught off-guard in the mines- something that never happens to him, and he won't see that repeated.
There's a knock on the door that startles him out of his evaluation about the potential dangers of an abandoned town, and he debates ignoring it, hoping to convince whoever is there that he isn't in. He can't imagine many people would have noticed his absence- he comes and goes as he pleases, after all, but there wasn't really any way of returning to Perdition's Rest subtly when Evan was wearing nothing but his haori and all of them looked a little shellshocked and sickly.
He pushes his chair away from his desk and bridges the gap between it and the door, opening midway through another knock, though not wide enough for the girl standing before him to see the disaster of his room. He would be surprised, but, honestly, he expected her long before now. They've both been occupied, and she probably didn't want to talk about what happened back on Oska when last they spoke.
"Morning, Rey-san." He stifles a yawn that's 100% real, even if his intention was just to sell her on the idea that she woke him up. It could have been convincing, too, were it not currently late afternoon, he's wearing his normal clothes (hat included, though it seems to be perched on his head at a rakish angle), and the clearly visible bags under his eyes imply he has not so much as looked sidelong at his bed in awhile.
DATE: Between the Fracking Fields event and the Ghost Town event
WARNINGS: none. probably.
SUMMARY: Urahara and Rey have some STUFF to talk about, whether either of them want to or not. Meanwhile, Rey's been avoiding Finn, and Urahara's a gossipy fuck.
After the so-called "incident" in the mines, Urahara falls off the radar entirely, diving headlong into his work, leaving only on the off-chance that he remembers that food is a necessity or to obtain coffee because it definitely hasn't occurred to him that sleep isn't optional. His room- mercifully he isn't sharing because no one would put up with this kind of behavior- looks like a small, isolated tornado hit it.
Most of it is papers cramped with notes written in Japanese, scattered hither and yon, ranging from observations about the locals of Perdition's Rest and their habits ( just in case) to personal theories about ALASTAIR's original purpose here just based on the little snippet of information that he, Evan, and Chihiro almost died to find.
The ones he's currently poring over are about Boneyard Junction- his next project. He's been obsessively compiling information from the locals about it, however little there is, and trying to make absolute certain that when he goes there this time, he has more foolproof plans for any situation that may crop up. He was caught off-guard in the mines- something that never happens to him, and he won't see that repeated.
There's a knock on the door that startles him out of his evaluation about the potential dangers of an abandoned town, and he debates ignoring it, hoping to convince whoever is there that he isn't in. He can't imagine many people would have noticed his absence- he comes and goes as he pleases, after all, but there wasn't really any way of returning to Perdition's Rest subtly when Evan was wearing nothing but his haori and all of them looked a little shellshocked and sickly.
He pushes his chair away from his desk and bridges the gap between it and the door, opening midway through another knock, though not wide enough for the girl standing before him to see the disaster of his room. He would be surprised, but, honestly, he expected her long before now. They've both been occupied, and she probably didn't want to talk about what happened back on Oska when last they spoke.
"Morning, Rey-san." He stifles a yawn that's 100% real, even if his intention was just to sell her on the idea that she woke him up. It could have been convincing, too, were it not currently late afternoon, he's wearing his normal clothes (hat included, though it seems to be perched on his head at a rakish angle), and the clearly visible bags under his eyes imply he has not so much as looked sidelong at his bed in awhile.
[ron howard narrator voice] one hour earlier...
he is exhausted, he is worn down, but he is trying ever so much to be chipper and even tips the woman who brings his coffee over, though that might be because he wanted her to go away, lest she start trying to proposition him. the tragedy of his flirtation with Miss Annabelle is now everyone who works in the saloon is curious about the gambler with the silver tongue.
meanwhile, if one were to say ask around after a certain brown-haired desert orphan, who is being avoidant, they might point out the rumpled looking man in the stupid hat turning away saloon girls with a smile and a joke and then going back to his coffee, and mutter something about how she runs with him most days.
seems like a decent enough way for two of the men in Rey's life to meet.]
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stalkingasking around about her. But when it comes to having actual friends, he isn't exactly smart or experienced, and he's kind of at a loss of what to do.What happened during that whole bug mess hadn't been her fault. He didn't even know exactly what it meant, but he also didn't want her to keep avoiding him like the plague. That said, he didn't think that cornering her would necessarily help matters, so clearly talking to people she knew before he arrived is the right choice.
There's no good way for him to approach this, so he finally just plops down into the chair next to the guy with the floppy hat, greeting him with a quick:]
Hey.
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Hello! Can I help you with something? [look, it's a habit, and he looks to be a man on a mission.]
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[He seems to hesitate, pressing his lips together before he exhales.]
You know Rey...right?
[Finn already knows he does, but he has to lead into this somehow. Unfortunately, that doesn't make this any less awkward for him.]
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[he couldn't sound more flippant about that if he tried- it's not discompassionate, rather it's the tone of someone who sort of... expects that she might find trouble and is genuinely surprised it took her this long.]
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I was hoping you could tell me. I can't seem to get her to talk to me.
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[urahara please.. on like numerous levels.] I don't normally get involved in matchmaking with my peers, but I could make an exception...
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[First of all, he never said this guy was handsome. And he's her boss?
Everything about this conversation took a turn he wasn't expecting.]
That's not what I...she's my friend. I'm worried about her.
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having gotten the response he wanted- aka horrific embarrassment, Urahara examines the empty mug of coffee that's now in front of him, getting a bit more serious now that he's thoroughly traumatized poor Finn] If I could venture a guess... This is about that incident back in Oska, isn't it?
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Yeah, that happened right after I got here. I take it you saw her during all that too?
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[which makes it sound like she... actually caused him real harm, instead of, you know, mildly unsettling him. figuring Finn might interpret it that way, he waves a hand dismissively.] Oh, don't worry. She didn't actually harm me. I just didn't want to chance it turning into a fight.
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[He doesn't know much about the Force, honestly. He didn't think Rey knew much about it either, not normally.]
Well, you're still here, so I was pretty sure she hadn't. I think part of the problem is that the whole thing got to me too. When I ran into her, I had no idea who she was.
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[he leans forward.] But not as uncomfortable as a potential future, though Rey-san should know that there's no guarantee what she became was even close to a potential reality. Those insect bites didn't just operate within the confines of time.
[welcome to science hell finn]
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That's a relief. I mean, she has to know that, right? That whatever it was that happened, it doesn't have to.
[He wrings his hands, glancing slightly off into the distance.]
I can't imagine what could make her go that route anyway.
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I imagine we'll never know for certain, but Rey-san is a proud young woman. Even if she knows that becoming that person is unlikely at best, she'll carry the weight of it, regardless.
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She doesn't have to do it by herself.
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[he knows her type too well.] In my experience, bearing that kind of guilt alone can be a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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[He sighs.]
Thanks, though. For looking out for her.
[When she won't let him, and when he wasn't even here.]
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It's no trouble. Rey-san's been a big help to me here.