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text | un: wolverine | sometime after the mayor's house

[danzan]

Winnie the Pooh your favourite?

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what gave you that idea?

[danzan]

Lucky guess.

And you took it.

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yeah so I took it. big deal.

what's it to you?

[danzan]

I like books.

I'm making small talk about my interests.

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oh.

I'm not good at small talk.

and this kinda sounds like small talk about me rather than your interests

[danzan]

All right.

My favourite book's The Last Man by Mary Shelley, published 1826. World's been fucked by a plague, and people continue to be stupid, ending that rips your heart out. That kind of thing. My father got it for me on my tenth birthday because I liked Frankenstein so much.

I found a copy at the library but the pages're all fucked up.

This copy of Aesop's Fables from the house ain't half-bad, though.

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people have a habit of being stupid even when the world's fucked up i guess. maybe because the world fucked them up in the first place.






i don't read.

mum used to read to me. it's why i took the book i guess. i don't know. been thinking about her a lot since i kept hearing her screaming.

whatever. forget it. it doesn't matter.

[danzan]

[ To be fair, Logan's not gonna push more than that. It feels like a big enough confession on its own, and his mild curiosity is satisfied. ]

Father read to me too.

You know, my daughter showed up here. At least, if it ain't some mind trick.

Been thinking maybe I should pass my father's tradition on.

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[ Logan's smart not to push. It's a fast way to this going horribly wrong. ]

holy shit. you got a kid? and they're here?

that's......... really shit.

[danzan]

Yeah.

Maybe.

I don't know if the town's just messing with me. Be real fucked up if it was, though.

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and real fucked up if it wasn't too

this shithole likes to play all sorts of games with us

[danzan]

Yeah. Well. No matter what it is, it ain't my kid's fault.

But I think this whole place is too fucked to really be one person's fault, too. Mother Superior aside.

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in terms of 'kid'. how old are they? cause i'm just getting real pissed off with little kids getting pulled into this shitshow.

makes you kinda wonder just how this place existed in the first place.

[danzan]

I'd say "yeah, I wonder", but wondering just gives me a fucking headache.

And she's 11. My daughter. [ Or at least that's what she thinks, but Logan's not going to go around telling people his daughter grew up in a lab.

Even if remembering it is like a punch to the gut every time. ]

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it's why i don't do much hard thinking. kills the booze buzz.

[ Eleven, though. Eleven years old and stuck in this fucking shithole. This fucking nightmare. It makes her angrier than she dares to admit. ]

shit. i'm sorry. that sucks.

what's her name?

[danzan]

Laura.

First day here she had to fight fucking zombies and I didn't even know she arrived until after.

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man. fuck deerington. she get out okay?

i could keep an eye out for her. if you wanted.

[danzan]

Should probably meet her before you offer babysitting. She's kind of a handful.

But I appreciate it.

Maybe you can show her Winnie the Pooh.

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aren't all kids?

i'll keep an eye out for her. say hi. whatever.

maybe. if that's her thing.

[danzan]

Yeah, you'll know her when you see her. She's short. And she looks like me if I was a pretty little girl.

Speaks Spanish, too. So if you know how I figure that's an easy in.

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to be honest, i just imagined you in a dress and it's funny as fuck.

but noted.

uh. it's a no on the spanish. i can speak german but i guess it's not gonna help here.

[danzan]

Don't think it is, but I'll remember that next time something German pops up.

And I'm taking funny as fuck as a compliment.

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cool.

i mean it wasn't really one.

but you do you, logan.

REMINDER

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It is Scarlett Langford's birthday today. She is Ȩ̶̱͖͔͚̱̫̗̰̻̞͙̑̈̾̒̄͑̎̔̔̈́͂͘͝ͅṞ̵̮̞̥̘̻̠̘̰̻̹̦̄̽͑̃̔̽̇͂̍̐̊̔͝ͅR̷̨̡̤̥͙̼̲̞̯̩͌̄̉̇̎̈́̈̇́̀̄́͜͜͝O̸̡̺̥̬̗̪͔̘̠̩̞̽̃͆̒̋͛̈̂̆́͜͠͝R̸̨͔͔̮̯͎͇̖̫̘͎̣̺̀̓̀͆͛́̔̐̒̃̆̈́̎ ̸̬͍̥̲̲̦̩͓̩͇̱͐̈́̇̿̎̄̍̎͋̉̕͜͝D̷̡̨̡̥̝̳̩̥̘̙̬̫̉̍̆͆͒̀̎̅́͑̐͘͘ͅẠ̵̫̝̻͙̰̟͎̼͕̖̮̜̇̍͆́̾̎͛̀̇̀̚͝Ṫ̶̝̺̳̼̭͖̳̙̭̯̝̱̑͂͐̌̃͆̀̃́̂̏͘Ą̸̝̝͙͖̩͓͇̥̺̖̣̊͐̐̑̾̄̿̐́̓̾̈̿ͅ ̴̢̺͓̤͍̹͚̰̼͈̟̞̤̈́̈͐̐̿̿̇́̂͗̕̕͘Ư̶̡̩̲̼͚̹̞̯̼̬̯̆͐̔͋́̐̾͆͒͘͘ͅN̴̢̛̩̣̫͓̞̠̠̭̺̠̓̽͊̒͋̋̒̈̌͋̕ͅK̸̡̯̪͓̩̖͉̘̰͓̹̖̀́̅̾̊̊́̆̋͊̉͜͝Ņ̷̬͙͈͍̲͚͕̞̥͉͉̊̌͊̾̓̿̌̆͛̓̀͠͠Ǫ̷̡̛̭͇̘̤̰͖͖͚̤̫̀̎͒̋̐̿́̄́͠͠ͅW̵̖͉̲̞͉̰̤̯̮̦̩̜̪̓̉̏͐̆̄͐̐͋̀͠͝Ń̶̢̜̮͈̤͙̦̗̹̙̯͎̌̾́͒̃͒̓̎͒͝͝ years old!

later in the day, past 5

[danzan]

[ When Logan wakes up from his 42 hour nap, the first notification on his Fluid announces Scarlett's birthday.

So he draws.

It's not hard for him to draw things as long as he has reference, and from the photos taken of the room the other day now present on his device (technology is amazing), he has enough to be able to draw Winnie the Pooh in near-perfect detail... in grey pencil, of course, because he doesn't have anything coloured.

For some extra flair he adds some vanilla scent to it, taking a small bit from his incense ingredients. Pooh is holding Sprite up in a toast with a slice of cake in his other hand, a party cone on his head.

Happy birthday! - Logan is written in perfect 1800's handwriting. This card is slipped under her front door for her to find whenever it's most convenient. ]

text | un: temeluchus

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[ He's not the only one who's spent a great deal of the day napping. Not sleeping for the last two months has been really shitty. She does, however, try not to make a point of not sleeping through her entire birthday because as shitty as it is to not have Paz here, to not have anyone here from home - despite the fact everyone she knows from home is probably long dead - it's still her birthday.

Swigging from a whisky bottle, she finds the card under her door not long after he's delivered it, frowning suspiciously for a few moments before she decides to pick it up and open it.

The faint scent of vanilla. A birthday card. She blinks at the sight, trying to process it. Someone has actually sat and taken the time to... make her this. For her. Shit. Logan made her this. Well... shit. She's... kinda struggling with this.

Tears pricking her eyes, she very gently places it on her coffee table and sits, staring at it for a few moments, broken only by the occasion swig of whiskey. He made her a card. For her birthday.

Finally, she texts him: ]

hey

so like

thanks.

it's the dumbest thing i've ever got. like cute dumb. but i like it.

yeah. thanks.

sobs weakly..............

[danzan]

You're welcome. Can't expect more than dumb from a dumbass, I'm just saying.

Hope today was OK. [ He knows better than to expect "good" from Deerington. ] You celebrate a little?

sorry not sorry for that

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you're hiding it very well. winnie the pooh birthday cards aside.

been alright i guess. [ he'd be absolutely right to. ] if sleeping counts as celebrating consider me partied out.

but nah. i got booze. it's fine.

[ also drugs. but she has a feel that detail is best left unsaid. ]

text; un: price is right

[tagartist]

i'm offended that it wouldn't let me know your age

happy birthday, cryptid

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mate i barely even know my own age.

it's either 23 or 25 but who the fuck knows not me

haha cheers tho

text; un: kyouken

[justbeingknife]

That ain't ominous. Listen, I left a bottle of Scotch in the church. Stashed it in back, behind the orange incense.

It's the good stuff, so I'd pick it up before someone else nabs it.

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tell me about it

i knew you were sound as fuck. thanks majima. time to get me to church.

Sometime around the 25th, a Delivery Dog arrives with the following

[justbeingknife]

[ (Presumably after she gives out the whittled deer):

-A nice bottle of classy wine.
-A block of rather nice walnut wood.

There's a note attached: ]

I didn't know you were into wood carvin'! How about that?

Delivery on the 24th via Delivery Dogs

[ishisstrength]

[There is a small gift at Scarlett's door. It's wrapped in gleaming silver wrapping paper with a little note scrawled in black on its top.]

Happy Holidays

To: Scarlett
From: Justine

[Inside she'll find a cute pair of earrings.]