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TEST DRIVE MEME #01
TEST DRIVE MEME #01
Hello and welcome to the The Next Night's test drive meme for May-June! Thanks for your interest in this GPSL! In an effort to streamline our application process and avoid future confusion between incoming and existing players, we do not have a reservation period. Applications will be judged on a first-come, first-served basis.
At this point in time, characters have not yet ICly unlocked the ability to bring in new people. However, we hope that will change in June! As soon as we set a date for applications to open, we will post an update to the OOC community as well as to plurk.
While you're here...
- Take a look at our rules and faq pages to familiarize yourself with The Next Night.
- Note that we will have an application cap of 20 apps for new players for this upcoming round only, and that the game has a player cap of 60. In future months we expect to limit this to 10 apps per round. An accurate count of current players will always be available on the taken page.
- TDM threads can become game canon if both players wish. If the situation isn't something that could happen in-game, you're free to chalk it up to some strange hallucination, a shared dream, or other mysterious circumstance.
- Threads with new arrivals must ICly take place after the mechanism for bringing in new characters has been re-enabled in order to be kept canon. We understand this makes keeping track of dates a bit tricky and may require some timey-wimey handwaving but please try to keep this in mind when deciding if a thread can be canon or not.
- Note that top-leveling is not limited to new characters! If current players wish to post a starter, they are welcome to do so. They are welcome to make posts in the main comms for TDM events as well. Please note, however, that actual plot clues or happenings will not occur in TDM prompts. In addition, any threads from the TDM will be forward dated to when these mechanics are restored.
- If you plan to apply, please keep in mind that we do require at least one sample thread on the application to be from our TDM (though it doesn't need to be the current TDM).
- You're welcome to use the provided prompts or come up with something on your own, but we do ask that all threads take place in our game's setting.
- As we no longer plan to have a bimonthly game-wide HMD meme, we will require all new applications going forward to have a HMD post somewhere on the journal and we will ask for this as part of the application process.
Thank you again, and we hope you'll choose to join us!
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EMERGENCY LANDING.
You've arrived.
Where, exactly? Well, that's quite hard to say. All around you is darkness. Even the stars above seem dimmed, as if it were possible to turn down the brightness on the sky. The only light immediately apparent is a lantern placed directly beside you. The handy-dandy tablet also provides light, but not enough to help much. Seems like you're going to have to find your way in the darkness.
Whether you find yourself in a dusted, rusted old amusement park, a spectacularly creepy abandoned orphanage, or what seems to be a museum with a very abrupt water feature in the middle of it, it's very clear you're not where you were when you closed your eyes. If you look back, what do you remember? Your death could be vivid, complete with the injuries that brought it, or a distant memory that almost seems like a dream. Either way it sticks to the back of your mind, whether you want it to or not.
And it might not be the best of ideas to worry about how you died or how you got here alone in the dark. Because turns out, maybe you aren't so alone after all. It might be a feeling, a crawl up your spine. Or sounds, bumps and wheezes and scratches hidden in the dark. Or it might be eyes, shining out in the shadows. It might be a good idea to start running, and hope you aren't the only one that found yourself stranded in this strange place.
Whatever you do, make sure you bring that lantern with you. Diverting too far from it makes you feel faint, and pushing past that feeling is not advised.
Turns out, it's not just new Beaconites that are turning up all over the place. The automated system is doing its best, but, there's some kinks to work out. The good news is, there's supplies coming into Beacon after almost two months of nothing! The bad news is, the supplies are showing up all over the place, with no rhyme or reason.
There are blankets and clothing items scattered on the dilapidated track of the Euthanasia coaster. There's a pile of food in the midst of the mostly destroyed sculpture garden, almost looking like an artistic statement on consumerism. Need some new tools? Hope you like climbing, because they seem to be precariously balanced in the branches of trees. There's a fax machine settled by the Bonfire, and nobody really knows what that's about.
Whatever it is you find, it's all helpful things that the residents of town could probably use. Though, admittedly, it'd be more helpful if it were in a place it could be used. Just like cargo off the ferry, it'd be a good idea to haul all this stuff from its landing place to the store, or wherever else it might be helpful. Or for those feeling less charitable, just grab what looks good and squirrel it away. Surely nobody is around to mind that you're helping yourself to more than your fair share!
As a final warning — tread with caution. Because with everything appearing at relative random, the next place it appears could be directly above you. And nobody wants to be under a pile of building materials when it ultimately lands.
KATAKLYSMOS.
All around you are signs of a devastating flood. Debris is still washed up against trees and buildings, walls have been knocked over, roofs caved in, and there's even a massive sinkhole in the Town Hall. Sandbags and trenches decorate the salvaged buildings.
And to the forest spirits, this seems to be cause for celebration! Are they excited that everything flooded? Are they just trying to cheer people up? Is this some festive holiday they've adopted from previous Beacon residents? Hard to say. But little pop-up booths reminiscent of a street market start to take shape around town, made out of collapsed homes and downed trees. The spirits offer snacks and drinks (probably pilfered from whatever was left of the sorry supplies, so think sliced spam and Tang), and "souvenirs" of people's ruined personal belongings that had washed out of their homes.
The best part, though? Water-based activities, fun for the whole family! Yes, the spirits are running around with buckets full of water to dump on everyone! Congrats, you survived the flood, here's more water! Watch out - if they can't find buckets they might just steal your shoes or hat and fill those with water instead!
As with most forest spirit prompts, feel free to NPC them yourselves - they're of slightly above animal intelligence and will come up with inventive ways to get you soaking wet when you least expect it.
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TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.
So you've found yourself in Beacon's eternal darkness. Well done! One of the first things most do here is check out the folding tablet they arrived with. On opening it, a prompt requests that you enter a network username.
But the instant you hit "OK", the screen redirects you to a welcome app. Which seems like it should be a good thing! But whether you select that you'd like it to be read aloud or if you would rather read it yourself, it seems to be a completely glitchy, bizarre mess. Parts are barely readable, but some parts look perhaps intentionally altered. Surely this isn't how the people of Beacon intended to welcome you, right?
Once it finishes, or once you manage to close out of it (a challenge, perhaps, since finding the right button on the screen to touch is difficult - the X shifts, the screen gets covered in static, and what is that sound) the network opens, prompting you to read the latest posts or make a post of your own.
WHISPERS IN THE DARK.
It's late. Or it feels late, it's always hard to tell in Beacon. Something pulled you from sleep, or whatever you were working on. A whisper, just nearby. A familiar voice, quiet and distant, and getting increasingly louder.
After some investigation, it becomes apparent the voice is coming from the tablet. There's a cryptic post, asking simply Do you hear me? And any time that particular post is pulled up, the voices won't stop.
The voices are distinctly ones that seem familiar. Maybe someone you've met in Beacon. Maybe someone you knew before then. Maybe it's someone you shouldn't be able to hear at all, and yet, you do.
There's no chance at actual conversation, though — the voice is simply asking if it can be heard. Softly, at first. A tinge confused, in some cases. The confusion escalates and is tainted by panic, as the voice keeps calling for an answer, an acknowledgment, that seems impossible to give. Even as the voice begs to be heard, please, please just say you can hear me, even as it fades into screams of frustration or terrified tears, no amount of response seems to break through.
The comments are open — maybe you can get your answers that way?
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when they enter the room, law takes in the decorations (if they can be called such), and when he sees the posters, he. well.
pulls the brim of his hat downward, the only sign that he's somewhat embarrassed. (but then — is he really one to talk? at least cora's not gotten a good look at his tattoos yet, hopefully. or the mark of his pirate crew... or its name... hopefully. goddamn, when he made the decision to dedicate his entire life to cora's legacy, he didn't exactly think he'd ever meet him again and have to own up to all of that.)
to distract himself, he looks around the room, observing the drawings. he guesses the little girl in the drawings is the one who has made them — for a brief, brief moment, he thinks of a little, smiling girl (though with brown hair instead of blonde), and then he quickly, with practiced ease, pushes the memory away.
some of his memories he'd weaponised himself, using them as a tool to push him forward. others... are still too dangerous, weapons he's never really learned to defend himself from. so he locks them away instead.
he grabs kikoku, and setting it to lean against the wall, he simply sits down on the floor, right next to the door.
then, with a nod towards the posters, ] Are those... how you knew? About Dressrosa?
[ if he'd somehow got his hands on his bounty posters, maybe he got some information about what happened, too. ]
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[He tips his chin toward the closet where they are presumably stored, then, with the door closed and both inside, he snaps his fingers.]
Silent.
[That's better. He doesn't expect anyone to secretly be listening in, but he's always been a private person. Then he smiles again, warmly, and leans forward a little in his seat. Evidently he's forgotten all about the state his makeup is in.
Law is too far away to hug which is probably good or he'd devolve into just clinging to him and crying again. He's not over this and he's still half-wondering if it's all going to go away the next time he blinks.]
I - don't know where to start. Um. I read a little about Dressrosa though, yeah. The official version, of course, has the Marines come in and put everything to order after you and the... Straw Hat Pirates? Ran rampant through the country. But I figured, since Doflamingo and the others ended up in prison, after he'd apparently been king... I figured that was you. Wasn't it?
[Hard to say exactly how he feels about all that and ultimately the true story will help him decide. He's glad to have his brother behind bars finally, that's not even in question - he was long overdue for it. But it would have been horrendously dangerous for Law, and - well, frankly, Law is here and dead, so it seems dangerous things were a part of his life. Who and what has he really become?]
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... not that it's necessarily a good distraction. here, without anything else to think of, the paralyzing certainty that cora will absolutely hate every single thing he's done and become in life is back. he did everything, everything for cora's sake, to keep his will alive, to finish his mission. but sengoku made him realize it likely wasn't what cora would have wanted for him. had he lived freely?
no. but it was a decision he'd made on his own.
he wonders just how much of his life he can keep from telling cora — about his reputation, everything he'd done to become a warlord, the entire plan to free dressrosa... if it was just the two of them here, it wouldn't be an issue. but pudding is a problem in this, too: she'd be able to tell cora just exactly how terrible law's reputation really is. (not that he wants to keep things from him... only, he can't stand the thought of disappointing him. and he knows his life choices have likely been nothing but a disappointment.)
... shit. what a mess.
in the end, though, he knows there are some things he has to be truthful about. and so he lifts his gaze, looks at cora, even though it looks like it pains him, to say what he's about to say. ]
... Yeah. But Cora-san — I'm sorry! [ his voice shakes, with genuine anguish and anger, mostly directed at himself. ] It took me thirteen years to finish what you started. And even then... even then! It was Straw Hat-ya who defeated Doflamingo. I could only beat Vergo and Trebol.
[ ... "only". and though he has no intention to ever tell cora about his fights with doflamingo, or the damage he took, or really any of that, a few things are probably clear anyway — if he couldn't beat doflamingo, that means he tried. and failed. ]
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[So much for space between them. He scrambles forward so he can sit beside Law instead but rests a hand on his shoulder so as not to completely overwhelm the guy. With wide eyes and a worried frown, his concern is written all over his face.
The words register and they're surely important but they're not his priority right now.]
You don't need to be sorry. Law, please. I don't- you don't need to justify any of it.
[He wants to hear every detail, but they have time. More important is that Law knows he's welcome here, that he's loved no matter what.]
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How can you say that?! Your mission failed because of me! Doflamingo took over Dressrosa and no one even tried to stop him! I was the only one who could do something, and I —
I...
[ suddenly, he seems to run out of steam, his anger deflating. he turns away from cora, presses his palm over his eyes.
because talking about cora's mission reminds him of something else... a hurt so old he's not even angry about it anymore. and so he says, quiet, tired, ]
... you lied to me. You — you were supposed to survive, too.
How could you not know I didn't want anything to do with a world where you weren't alive?
[ the only reason law had stayed alive all these years was because he had a goal. had he not had that... ]
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That accusation hurts more than he thought it would, even if it was one he had predicted. For so much of this past year, and the first few months after death especially, he had wrestled with what he had done and what the outcome might be - not for the world so much as for one little boy. As much as he had betrayed everyone else to protect Law, he had essentially betrayed Law too in order to make that happen and he deserves the backlash.
He'd still do it all over again, though, or so he had thought, until this moment. The papers had called his crew the Heart Pirates, which he had indeed noticed and thought was an endearing and unexpected homage. Going after his brother was insane recklessness that he would never have encouraged, but getting him and every one of those monsters that he called family locked up was more than just dedication to freeing a country - even through the limitations of publicly-consumable news he could see the revenge for what it was. On noticing Vergo wasn't listed among those apprehended, he had dug back farther in the stack of papers and found an obituary tied to an accident at a government science facility, for the death of a vice admiral was no small thing (and how it made his blood utterly boil at the thought of him staying undiscovered for so long that he attained such a rank!).
Law had, without knowing, sent a message across time and space and it had been optimistically received as love. He had worried, because none of this was necessary and all of it was far too dangerous and why couldn't Law have just taken a quieter path and become a skilled surgeon without feeling so tied down by my failures, but he thought that surely now Law could be satisfied and move on. He wasn't in a position to have the perspective he needed in order to see how much pain he had left Law in.
His mission failed because he gave up on it, but he can't argue without making Law feel even worse, so he doesn't protest. And yes, he lied, to a lot of people about a lot of things, all in the name of trying to achieve a greater good, and what could be greater than giving back life and hope to a kid who thought he had lost both?
Why is Law dead now? He's frightened by what the answer might be, suddenly.]
Law... I'm sorry.
[He doesn't think an apology will cut it, but it's all he has. Explanations, justifications, won't change how Law feels.]
I gave everything I could to make sure you had a real chance at life. You deserved that. I - couldn't stand the thought of a world where you didn't even get to grow up and follow your own dreams.
well this was a rollercoaster and a half
Damn it, [ law mutters, his breath hitching dangerously until he swallows down the urge to cry again. sengoku had been right. all cora had wanted for him was to live. instead —
well, he had lived, so at least there's that. and he had followed his dream; only, it hadn't been anything cora would have wanted for him. ]
... you gave me a life and a heart, [ he says quietly, having admitted as much to sengoku so it's only with slight difficulty that he gets the words out here, ] I owe you everything for that. That's why...
[ no, he can't tell him about how everything he'd ever done in life for the past thirteen years was for his sake. better if cora thinks it was just for revenge that he went after doflamingo and the family. if there's even the slightest chance of cora feeling guilty because law went and decided to dedicate his entire life to his memory and legacy, then it's better he say nothing at all about it.
it's funny, how many things it seems he can't say anything about: the way he'd decided to live his life, or the way he'd decided to give it up at dressrosa if he needed — his plans were always succeed or die, or succeed and die, as he'd calculated the chances of him making it out alive and they'd come up close to zero. but it had been something he'd been willing to do... and when he'd made it out against all odds, how long had he lived? hah, cora would be upset about that, too. that instead of deciding to live his life freely, he'd gone on to help liberate another country, consciously and willingly angering one of the yonko.
no, best he not speak much of his death, either.
so what the hell does that leave, then?
a memory flashes in his mind, one he's relived over and over and over again, both asleep and awake — a treasure chest, the lid closing, his voice gone. unable to say —
no. no. never again. if this is all a dream, or a figment of his imagination, or something that'll disappear on him soon... whatever it is, reality or not, law won't have regrets. not anymore. this might be the only chance he has. ] You didn't wait, either.
[ for what? well. he draws a breath, and though his voice is barely more than a whisper, it's there nonetheless: ] ... I love you too, Cora-san.
me @ every tag in this thread tbh
As someone who has received very little love in his life, maybe that's just what he had wanted to see in those articles.
But before his own deep insecurities can run too rampant in his head, before he can second-guess himself for the hundredth time, Law whispers those words back to him. For a moment he sits as if unable to move, simply keeping his watery eyes on Law's face, and then he leans forward again and wraps his long arms around Law's shoulders, pulling him to a firm embrace as those goddamned tears come right back.]
Thank you.
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he blinks furiously, long enough to make them go away. ]
I couldn't tell you, before... [ well. before everything. ] And then you were gone and all I could think was you died without ever knowing —
[ it had seemed so unfair. but now... now he knows, and the relief that law feels is almost crushing. that particular nightmare can never get to him again. he's finally fixed one of his biggest regrets. ]
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[He isn't going to tell Law how much he wondered and doubted. The guy clearly feels bad enough for so many reasons and he doesn't need to pile more on him. It doesn't matter anyway. Now he knows for certain.
He's still full of questions but he's afraid to ask some of them. He wants to know what the clothes are about, what Law was doing last, but that necessarily means tackling the subject of Law's death which is going to be much too raw given he just arrived, and probably too difficult for Rosinante himself to hear right now. There will be time. Instead, he'll offer something about his un-life here - that ought to be safe enough.]
I've been doing all right. Even have a couple friends here. But I thought about you every day. I've missed you.
[And while he would never have wished for Law to die so young and join him in this awful place, he can't help but feel glad to have him back. They may not have known each other long in the overall scheme of things, but they belong together.]
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and though he's never been one to voice, well, most emotional things that exist, he's learned his lesson of not getting to say the things he thinks. which is why he's quick to respond, quietly still, ] I missed you too.
[ every single day for thirteen years. some days were better, some days were worse, but it was always there.
a sharp voice in his head reminds him that while cora may have missed him, he missed the child he used to be — not him as he is now.
to distract himself from the thought, law continues, ]
... Tell me more about this place. Where are we? How long have you been here? [ long enough to make friends, it seems. which is both good (he's glad cora's not been entirely alone) and bad (he's been here long enough for that, and this place doesn't seem safe). ]
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The town's called Beacon, and for me it's been a year. This world is dead, or dying, which is why we can be here, I guess. Someone who lived here over a hundred years ago who was studying the worlds out in the stars accidentally attracted the attention of creatures that lived out there and when they came, they began to kill off this world. If we don't figure out how to get rid of them, this world dies and so do we. And so do more.
[He nods toward the star charts he's drawn up.]
Every one of those circled in red is a star I saw at some point that's gone dark since. It's nearly a hundred, now.
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the explanation doesn't get far when law exclaims, ] A year?!
[ before shutting up and letting cora talk, but he's sort of glowering at the world at large at the same time.... at least until cora points at the star charts, and his brows furrow. ]
So they've destroyed all of those? Were they all places like this?
[ because if so... he's not exactly the paragon of selflessness, but the thought of spirits wiping out entire worlds and their peoples sits very, very ill with him. ]
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[Thank goodness he's got his own Science Friend around or he wouldn't know how to make heads or tails of some of the words people use here. Astrophysics? Not his wheelhouse. Didn't even know that was a word before coming here.]
The people who were here before us call the things World Eaters. Here -
[Okay, the hug does have to end so he can retrieve his tablet from a coat pocket and open it up. But they can sit side by side while he hunts down and then opens up the photo.]
This wasn't taken by one of us, this was from someone before the last reset, but Dr. Ingram had a copy. This is what one looks like. There's at least one still here somewhere, wandering the world looking for us.
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he peers at the photo, and upon seeing the creature, ]
How the hell can a thing like that hide here?
[ but then he shakes his head; it's irrelevant. as long as it's out there, that's all he needs to know. ]
So our purpose here is to stop this world from dying.
[ wonderful. that sounds like such an easy task to accomplish. ] What exactly are people doing to accomplish that?
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[He'd apologize for the info dump, but it's all necessary. He closes the photo of the world eater and opens the map of the town to point out where the lab they discovered is.]
It's accessible through a series of underground tunnels, but we should theoretically be able to get to it through the forest, too, that's just more dangerous. We'd be making faster progress if we didn't have to keep rebuilding after things like floods and sieges and everything else this place puts us through but every few months when we think we've finally managed some stability, it all goes to shit again.
[Said with a very tired sigh. At least he doesn't feel like he needs to hide how bad the truth is from Law - really, he doesn't spare anyone the blunt reality these days when it comes to what they have to face here. It spares them the pain of discovering it for themselves later. Rip off the bandage, face the facts, this world is not a pleasant one even though it is slowly improving. The spirits work with them sometimes now, and they know more and more every day. Little signs of life returning to the world come in quiet but very real forms, like the strange flowers that began growing in May. Unfortunately, if the world eaters find them, and if they don't have a plan for dealing with them, it will all vanish quickly.]
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Sounds like this world doesn't want to be saved, [ he mutters, his attention mostly on just how tired cora seems there. he doesn't seem concerned about the world's dangers — at least not for himself.
shifting back a little so that he can better look at him, ]
Cora-san, you... [ an are you okay is at the tip of his tongue, but does he really need to ask? there's no way he's okay if he's been stuck for a year here, trying to save a world that is dangerous and keeps fighting back.
he sighs, never finishing that sentence. instead, he asks, ] What about a medical center, or a hospital? Is there one here?
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Yeah. There's a hospital. Nobody's been back since the flood except to say it looks like it was hit pretty hard. Might be something in the wreckage though. Don't know. It would be worth a look.
[He'll point out where it's marked on the map in the tablet, though, just southeast of the village.
But he turns to Law then and his expression relaxes somewhat. The creases around his eyes soften.]
Your devil fruit... How is it?
[Does he still practice medicine, between all that piracy and revenge? The question is only half meant to distract from his reaction to the thought of the hospital, for he really does want to know. He went through hell just to obtain it, after all.]
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Hmm... guess I'll see about that later.
[ the question, though a little suspiciously timed, is not one he wasn't expecting. and given its closeness to the talk of medicine... law can guess the question isn't just about the details of what his devil fruit can do. ]
If you've read the newspapers and seen my bounties... then you know the epithet they use for me. The "surgeon" isn't there just for show.
[ meaning, he is an actual doctor, not just a pirate. then, his grin widens. ] The medical applications are incredible... but I didn't expect it to be so easy to use the techniques in combat, too.
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[So, kind of horrifying, especially given he's now picturing some very... aggressive surgery that must be terrifying to witness. The sort of thing that's likely very impressive, very effective, and extremely unpleasant. He was never naive to the Marines' intentions behind obtaining such a fruit - because yes, from what he knew of the ope-ope already, it held a lot more potential than making someone a miracle doctor, as if that wasn't valuable enough.
He's glad it's in Law's hands. Or... was. The hunt for it will probably start anew back home. Hm. He's long past questioning why his abilities still work here, but it reminds him again how strange their situation here is. Anyway, at least Law had it for a good long time. Kept him and his crew safe, must have helped immensely in bringing Doflamingo down, not to mention in letting him survive his illness.]
I'll have to see you use it sometime. For combat and medicine both, especially since I think we've lost everyone who had more than just field medicine and first aid. Um... how long did it take you to work out how to cure yourself?
[Not that he really relishes the idea of reminding Law of what happened on that island, but he's still trying to work out just how that dear little boy became who he is now. From white spots to black ink, given what he can see of his hands.]
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[ in fact, law finds it rather ironic that he be named such — though he's hardly opposed to his enemies dying in battle, it's not like he's someone like eustass who kills people to make a point. as a doctor, needless murder is strictly on his list of things to avoid... but it's just as well. he doesn't really give a damn what the marines think — or thought — of him. ]
Considering everything you've told me of this place, I suspect it'll happen sooner rather than later.
[ his expression darkens at the question; of course, he'd want to know, but that doesn't mean it's a particularly nice memory for law to think about. ]
... a couple of days. [ not that he could have afforded any longer. necessity is the mother of all invention... or figuring out how to use your devil fruit powers. ]
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Glad it worked.
[Obviously. He's glad too that even in the state he last saw Law in, he had enough strength to manage for long enough to get away. There were moments where he wasn't sure they would have enough time to even make it to Minion.
He's about to try another topic, ask about the tattoos on his hands maybe, when he catches his own reflection in the tablet and snorts, then switches it to the selfie mode to get a better look. He's trying to have a serious conversation here, meanwhile streaks of black eyeliner and colorful sunbeams are just all over his face, apparently.]
What a mess. Let me clean up - do you need anything, by the way?
[Maybe the rest of the two hundred burning questions he has should wait until they've both got coffee, maybe Law is hungry, maybe he wants to work out where he's staying...?]
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he's ridiculously relieved when no more questions follow, and when cora notices the smudged makeup, well. law may just hide a smile by ducking his head.
it's not very long-lived, though. the question could be answered in so many ways, but in the end, law settles for, ]
... coffee.
[ he doesn't think he can stomach anything right now, and coffee helps with wha he's planned: staying up all night, sitting right here. he feels to be in a state of weird limbo: on one hand, he's so used to having his own space that the thought of simply shamblesing himself to an empty room and collapsing for a while sounds incredibly appealing... but on the other hand, he doesn't trust this place. so the thought of sleeping, or leaving cora on his own... no. ]
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He has a couple other people now too, but he'll make it all fit. Law has always come first.]
Yeah, sure, if Dr. Ingram didn't drink the rest last time he was over.
[Which is also where a chunk of the last carton of cigarettes went, actually. Rosinante stands and pockets the tablet, and gestures to the kitchenette in the corner of the room.]
Have a look through the cupboards. I think I've got some left.
[Along with tea, a tin of candy, and not much else. He'd donated whatever was in his personal stash of food to the group cause when they started running out. The candy, of course, he saved for his very small roommate. She'll be thrilled to have another person around, hopefully, but Mary always reminded him a little of Baby 5 so maybe he's making assumptions.
The sink does have running water, and there's a slightly more modern coffee pot on the counter than either of them would have used regularly at home, but Rosinante figures if Law can't work out how to get it started, he'll help once he fixes the makeup problem, and ducks into the bathroom to get that sorted out.]
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he nods, pushing himself upright again. ]
Yeah. [ then he looks at cora, and huffs out a breath that's just a touch away from a laugh. ] You look ridiculous.
[ but the words just sound incredibly fond.
when cora leaves to the bathroom, though, law doesn't even go close to the cupboards: instead, he picks up kikoku, mutters room and leaves it just so that it covers the distance between him and the cupboards. then, scan — yes, there, coffee. shambles, and it's in his hand.
when cora comes back, there's no evidence of any of that, though, and instead the coffee is slowly brewing and law is by the sink, hat in his hand, cleaning the makeup smudges from it. ]
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