For once, no. Weird, right? But hey, fine by me. Like I said, fucked up month, and it's not even half over yet. So I could use the breather.
So was that a yes or a no on the hanging out? We can get drinks, eat food. Do you play pool? I don't, but I can probably fake it since I'm good at hitting things with sticks.
[That is not how billiards works and Luther should be a little worried about that part, but the rest of it? Exactly what it sounds like. A friendly night out, as strange and foreign as that may be.
[ Luther can still count on one hand the number of people he's hung out with just for the sake of hanging out. This is... maybe the fifth? So it takes him a moment to get his bearings. To process that someone actually wants his company, just for something social. Feels that quiet surprise and awe unfolding. ]
It's a yes. I'm really good at pool, but I promise not to hustle you. Could show you the ropes.
[ The billiards table in the Hargreeves basement had gotten a lot of wear-and-tear. It was one of the few games he could play by himself, once the house was empty, along with the constant delicate balance of learning to control his strength. ]
No kidding? Ha. Sweet. Then I'll expect some pointers.
Cool. It'll be a good time. Monday work?
[Monday tends to mean smaller crowds, and for all that Shaun is better in crowds than most folks in the post-Rising world, he's still more comfortable out of them.]
Monday's good. Any day works, honestly. I'm not up to much. [ Understatement of the century!! And then there's a beat, thinking through this next question, before he winds up asking it: ]
Yeah, that works. I live in Nonah, so that's pretty convenient.
[ Shaun's answer gives him pause. He expected something different, somehow. The guy had been so happy-go-lucky, so attuned to a sense of fun — and yet Luther recognises so much of himself in that answer instead. Luther's whole life has been built and structured and planned around his job, with only weekly half-hour snippets for proper leisure time. ]
Sounds familiar. We snuck out to the diner sometimes, but not often, so like you said: mostly just work.
Must be hard to relax in a world where the dead have risen.
Hey about that. Nearly neighbors. But great. It'll be fun.
[Or else!]
It's a little fucked up, right? But like, sort of the way things have always been.
Heh. For those who don't find fucking with zombies fun? Yeah, bit of a challenge. I mean, we've got a whole section of the site dedicated to fiction to distract people from the state of the world.
[ If this were a public conversation on the network, Luther would have to tiptoe around this answer a bit more. He knew what an aching sore point this world was, and the mess they'd left behind. The problems they can't fix. Claire, missing. Claire.
But in private, he can be honest— ]
Me too. There's just so much to see and do here. So many opportunities. More than I had back home. And as long as my family's here, I've got all I need, too.
There's things we need to fix back home, but if we could do that and stay here, I'd like that.
Yeah. I mean. I grew up in a world dealing with the ongoing zombie apocalypse. The way people live here is... it's crazy how much freedom there is just to move around.
Same, man. But I guess our worlds wait on pause for us anyway, right? That's what everyone says. So at the very least, there's nothing wrong with being happy here while we're here.
Uh... just me I guess? I think it has to be true. Georgia is from my past. I sure as fuck never noticed her go missing at the time she was taken from, and she was here for months before I showed up. Whatever happens here doesn't interrupt the flow of time in our worlds.
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So was that a yes or a no on the hanging out? We can get drinks, eat food. Do you play pool? I don't, but I can probably fake it since I'm good at hitting things with sticks.
[That is not how billiards works and Luther should be a little worried about that part, but the rest of it? Exactly what it sounds like. A friendly night out, as strange and foreign as that may be.
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It's a yes. I'm really good at pool, but I promise not to hustle you. Could show you the ropes.
[ The billiards table in the Hargreeves basement had gotten a lot of wear-and-tear. It was one of the few games he could play by himself, once the house was empty, along with the constant delicate balance of learning to control his strength. ]
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Cool. It'll be a good time. Monday work?
[Monday tends to mean smaller crowds, and for all that Shaun is better in crowds than most folks in the post-Rising world, he's still more comfortable out of them.]
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What did you tend to do for fun? Back home.
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[Oh. That question.]
Oh well, the usual, you know. Zombies. Sticks. Poking. Laying on the charm to the camera. But I guess that's sort of work.
When we were on the campaign trail, sometimes I'd go out with some of the security guys, I guess.
Mostly work though.
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[ Shaun's answer gives him pause. He expected something different, somehow. The guy had been so happy-go-lucky, so attuned to a sense of fun — and yet Luther recognises so much of himself in that answer instead. Luther's whole life has been built and structured and planned around his job, with only weekly half-hour snippets for proper leisure time. ]
Sounds familiar. We snuck out to the diner sometimes, but not often, so like you said: mostly just work.
Must be hard to relax in a world where the dead have risen.
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[Or else!]
It's a little fucked up, right? But like, sort of the way things have always been.
Heh. For those who don't find fucking with zombies fun? Yeah, bit of a challenge. I mean, we've got a whole section of the site dedicated to fiction to distract people from the state of the world.
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Sounds like you had to find distraction where you could. 'A little fucked up but the way things have always been' could be a summary of my life, too.
Hey, can I ask you a question? How do you feel about this world? This universe, whatever we wanna call it.
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Condolences, man.
Honestly? I love this place. George is here. As long as George is here, I have no desire to go back.
What about you?
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But in private, he can be honest— ]
Me too. There's just so much to see and do here. So many opportunities. More than I had back home. And as long as my family's here, I've got all I need, too.
There's things we need to fix back home, but if we could do that and stay here, I'd like that.
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Same, man. But I guess our worlds wait on pause for us anyway, right? That's what everyone says. So at the very least, there's nothing wrong with being happy here while we're here.
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I just wish I could have some better assurance than I heard she-said-he-said-she-said. Like an imPort myth.
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One of my brothers was here, but now he's been missing a while. A couple months now.