( fight, or run. run to where? the letter said it's impossible to leave.
into secret training bunkers, maybe.
okay, this place is weird, and apparently has its share of unpleasant hijinks, but it can't be that bad. it's quiet, Lydia has seen not-pastel-people wandering around, working in shops, and this guy isn't shrieking at her with desperation. it has to be livable, right?
she almost asks, but he beats her to the punch — get it? )
Yeah. ( answered almost suspiciously, as if there could be some other odd way that Lydia hasn't discovered yet... ) It's nearby. It's not my house, though. I don't know if anyone else lives in it, either. ( it will be kind of awkward if someone shows up suddenly, but...then again, she showed up suddenly, didn't she?
her expression changes, her attention turning inward, as something tense etches into her features; does she look disappointed, or worried? it might be a little bit of both. ) It's fine, I guess; I sort of lived alone half the time, anyway. Now I just have to...do it here. ('do it completely alone, without Barbara or Adam, in a foreign place that probably doesn't actually exist. it's a little nerve wracking.
her mouth scrunches down into the left corner, and her form shifts as she goes to cross her arms. it's a thoughtless motion, hardly calculated, but gives away a sense of needing something secure, a shield or a shell to slip behind. ) My dad's a real estate investor, so I know how paying rent works, at least. ( it means getting a job, which means going outside, which means...getting out of the Thunderdome, eventually. )
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into secret training bunkers, maybe.
okay, this place is weird, and apparently has its share of unpleasant hijinks, but it can't be that bad. it's quiet, Lydia has seen not-pastel-people wandering around, working in shops, and this guy isn't shrieking at her with desperation. it has to be livable, right?
she almost asks, but he beats her to the punch — get it? )
Yeah. ( answered almost suspiciously, as if there could be some other odd way that Lydia hasn't discovered yet... ) It's nearby. It's not my house, though. I don't know if anyone else lives in it, either. ( it will be kind of awkward if someone shows up suddenly, but...then again, she showed up suddenly, didn't she?
her expression changes, her attention turning inward, as something tense etches into her features; does she look disappointed, or worried? it might be a little bit of both. ) It's fine, I guess; I sort of lived alone half the time, anyway. Now I just have to...do it here. ( 'do it completely alone, without Barbara or Adam, in a foreign place that probably doesn't actually exist. it's a little nerve wracking.
her mouth scrunches down into the left corner, and her form shifts as she goes to cross her arms. it's a thoughtless motion, hardly calculated, but gives away a sense of needing something secure, a shield or a shell to slip behind. ) My dad's a real estate investor, so I know how paying rent works, at least. ( it means getting a job, which means going outside, which means...getting out of the Thunderdome, eventually. )