[throné is here in her usual outfit, eating a raspberry thumbprint cookie. the emotions are some stupid combination of i really like this and i am sad but it's hard to tell if the sadness is just kind of a pervasive thing or it's because she's eating the cookies.
she's also reading a book! listening to her thoughts while tethered is kind of just like getting an audiobook of throné's asmr voice reading hitchhiker's guide.
she doesn't look up when she senses him, but her thoughts do derail into something that's kind of like a rundown of him? it's a little like luke, 24, husbando, agent, licenses like a very abbreviated version of his profile. ]
[Out of nowhere, Pixi from Life appears to steal her thumbprint cookie (no). ALSO THRONÉ? THESE VIBES.
Luke's vibes, for now, are fairly calm; the spike of curiosity over her book is punctuated by a flicker of concern, but his approach is casual. He's also in different clothes, though he's not wearing the jacket right now.]
[she is full of multitudes and all of them are depressing
anyway, she pauses in reading so she can actually meet his gaze. i'm gonna be honest despite their previous conversations being her mostly mean to him, there is a little flicker of something that's glad to see him.]
From... Scrap. [the sketchiest person in the universe] It was free with the pants I bought.
Anyway--he's a pro at not reacting, but it's nice, to pick up on that. There's no sense that he's held any of their past talks against her, or even that they're on his mind at all. Still, it's clear he remembers, since he leaves plenty of space between them when he comes to sit nearby.]
What, really? I'll have to get some too! [Books! He likes!!] Is it any good?
he remembers! when he sits and leaves space, she eases up just a little. relaxes into her chair.]
There's only one, so far, but you can apparently ask the senior crew for more. [she glances down at the book.] It's good so far. Some of... what I assume are jokes are going over my head because I'm inexperienced with Earth culture.
[LMFSKJDHGK I MEANT KAVEH BUT I JUST NOW REALIZED IT SOUNDED LIKE I MEANT MYSELF]
Yeah? I'll have to talk to them... I'm surprised the I.R.I.S. doesn't have a--[he's about to say the ToT version of Kindle, but he catches himself.]--a built-in library.
[Maybe they just assumed everyone would be distracted by suika game...]
Do you read a lot, Throné? [He can actually pronounce her name, amazing]
Mmhmm. They're pretty common in my world. I've always liked real books, though. [Sometimes you're a weird combination of ultramodern and super vintage...
Case in point--]
I've always liked mystery novels. Especially the old ones.
It's only spoiling if I ruin the surprise for other people. [So there!! The vibes are smug. None modesty. Idiot.] Sherlock is my favorite, but you might like Agatha Christie better.
[It's okay, just because they're there doesn't mean they have to be acknowledged!!! The wisdom of Luke, who (static noises) for (static noises) years and planned to (static noises)]
Well, the Sherlock books are a little older. And they're both mysteries, but they're pretty different styles. I'd say... Agatha Christie's books are more like puzzles? A clever reader can solve the mysteries if they're paying attention. They're funny, too. Doyle's Sherlock books, on the other hand--they're more like mysteries and adventures tied into one. And the reader doesn't always have everything they need to figure it out--a lot of times, Sherlock is the only one with all the answers, and you don't get to see everything until he points it out.
[I'll be real I've never read Agatha Christie I'm just parroting off the internet.]
In the end, though... they're both about people, I think. Just from different time periods, through different lenses.
also you're fine, i've also never read agatha christie so yolo.]
I see. [she tilts her head.] I think I'd like both. There's something... captivating, I think, about experiencing the world through someone else's eyes.
A mystery for one person is an obvious trap for another.
[You must be level 4 to unlock his tragic otome backstory]
Mm, that's true. If you let yourself get immersed in the characters, it's a lot more exciting. [He grins, a little sheepish.] I just get ahead of myself sometimes. But those books are part of the reason I became a detective, after all.
He smiles, though he scratches the back of his neck with a hint of embarrassment.]
I don't know about that. I wasn't lying when I said it was an accident. [But his vibes still aren't... modest... stupid.
Briefly, Throné might sense a prickling at the back of her neck--just a hint of the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. Luke's gaze flicks to the side, sharp, but beyond that, he doesn't react.]
I like the era of those books, too. It's a lot of fun.
oogh, she doesn't like the watched feeling. instinctively she looks over her shoulder, hand sliding down to the knife that's ever strapped around her thigh, but. there's nothing. a pause.]
... Well. I'll see if I can find them. The senior crew has been nice enough to put in an order for me already. [she says this pleasantly, but there's something wary and off-center in her when she says it.]
It's alright. [don't apologize. and - there's a little flicker of annoyance when the first sensation fades. just for a second! but she's very quickly distracted.
a beat, and then:]
No. [bluntly. not meanly, and not even end of story, but like. no, and also there's a flood of something that's like a strange mix of melancholy and a low, almost violent anger that she takes and neatly puts in a box. nope. not feeling that.
[Throné, repressing her feelings: stop repressing your feelings
He will not, though!!! Especially not in the face of hers. He lifts a hand on reflex, then pauses--but after a beat, he sticks with his choice, slowly extending a hand. If she flinches or cringes away, he'll let it drop between them; otherwise, he'll gently touch her arm.]
she doesn't cringe away this time because she can clearly see him doing it. there's no violence behind his action, and so she allows the touch. he is poisoned and he dies instantly (no).
she's a bit stiff, but she allows it! and even relaxes, after a moment.]
If I tried to force it off, it would flood my system with a fast-acting, incurable poison. [... wryly:] And I like living. So I'd prefer not to.
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she's also reading a book! listening to her thoughts while tethered is kind of just like getting an audiobook of throné's asmr voice reading hitchhiker's guide.
she doesn't look up when she senses him, but her thoughts do derail into something that's kind of like a rundown of him? it's a little like luke, 24, husbando, agent, licenses like a very abbreviated version of his profile. ]
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Luke's vibes, for now, are fairly calm; the spike of curiosity over her book is punctuated by a flicker of concern, but his approach is casual. He's also in different clothes, though he's not wearing the jacket right now.]
Where'd you find a book?
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anyway, she pauses in reading so she can actually meet his gaze. i'm gonna be honest despite their previous conversations being her mostly mean to him, there is a little flicker of something that's glad to see him.]
From... Scrap. [the sketchiest person in the universe] It was free with the pants I bought.
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Anyway--he's a pro at not reacting, but it's nice, to pick up on that. There's no sense that he's held any of their past talks against her, or even that they're on his mind at all. Still, it's clear he remembers, since he leaves plenty of space between them when he comes to sit nearby.]
What, really? I'll have to get some too! [Books! He likes!!] Is it any good?
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he remembers! when he sits and leaves space, she eases up just a little. relaxes into her chair.]
There's only one, so far, but you can apparently ask the senior crew for more. [she glances down at the book.] It's good so far. Some of... what I assume are jokes are going over my head because I'm inexperienced with Earth culture.
But it's worth reading.
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Yeah? I'll have to talk to them... I'm surprised the I.R.I.S. doesn't have a--[he's about to say the ToT version of Kindle, but he catches himself.]--a built-in library.
[Maybe they just assumed everyone would be distracted by suika game...]
Do you read a lot, Throné? [He can actually pronounce her name, amazing]
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A... built-in library? [whoa... a whole-ass library in a tiny little system??? that blows her mind.]
... Sometimes. [is her answer to that question.] When I have the time. I haven't.
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Case in point--]
I've always liked mystery novels. Especially the old ones.
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Somehow that doesn't surprise me. [the mystery novels bit] You seem like the type to try and solve them before the story finishes.
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Hm. Spoilsport. [...] You should tell me the names of ones you enjoy. I'd like to read them.
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What's the difference between the two?
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Well, the Sherlock books are a little older. And they're both mysteries, but they're pretty different styles. I'd say... Agatha Christie's books are more like puzzles? A clever reader can solve the mysteries if they're paying attention. They're funny, too. Doyle's Sherlock books, on the other hand--they're more like mysteries and adventures tied into one. And the reader doesn't always have everything they need to figure it out--a lot of times, Sherlock is the only one with all the answers, and you don't get to see everything until he points it out.
[I'll be real I've never read Agatha Christie I'm just parroting off the internet.]
In the end, though... they're both about people, I think. Just from different time periods, through different lenses.
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also you're fine, i've also never read agatha christie so yolo.]
I see. [she tilts her head.] I think I'd like both. There's something... captivating, I think, about experiencing the world through someone else's eyes.
A mystery for one person is an obvious trap for another.
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Mm, that's true. If you let yourself get immersed in the characters, it's a lot more exciting. [He grins, a little sheepish.] I just get ahead of myself sometimes. But those books are part of the reason I became a detective, after all.
[Luke your jobs.]
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I can see why you were recruited, then. [there's a little thought of i imagine you get ahead of yourself a lot.]
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He smiles, though he scratches the back of his neck with a hint of embarrassment.]
I don't know about that. I wasn't lying when I said it was an accident. [But his vibes still aren't... modest... stupid.
Briefly, Throné might sense a prickling at the back of her neck--just a hint of the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. Luke's gaze flicks to the side, sharp, but beyond that, he doesn't react.]
I like the era of those books, too. It's a lot of fun.
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oogh, she doesn't like the watched feeling. instinctively she looks over her shoulder, hand sliding down to the knife that's ever strapped around her thigh, but. there's nothing. a pause.]
... Well. I'll see if I can find them. The senior crew has been nice enough to put in an order for me already. [she says this pleasantly, but there's something wary and off-center in her when she says it.]
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Okay, but if you don't like them, then I never recommended them. [Stop. ...But he remembers her prompting him to ask before, so--] ...You okay?
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a beat.]
... Yes. [absently runs her fingers over her collar.] Sorry. I'm still getting used to feeling... other things.
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...Me too. Sorry. [The prickling sensation fades, then, as if pulled behind a curtain.
Unbidden, his gaze follows her hand.]
Is that--[Hmm. How to ask...]--comfortable, for you?
[He'd initially filed it away as an accessory, but now he's less sure.]
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a beat, and then:]
No. [bluntly. not meanly, and not even end of story, but like. no, and also there's a flood of something that's like a strange mix of melancholy and a low, almost violent anger that she takes and neatly puts in a box. nope. not feeling that.
well, the anger, anyway. the sadness stays.]
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He will not, though!!! Especially not in the face of hers. He lifts a hand on reflex, then pauses--but after a beat, he sticks with his choice, slowly extending a hand. If she flinches or cringes away, he'll let it drop between them; otherwise, he'll gently touch her arm.]
Why not take it off?
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she doesn't cringe away this time because she can clearly see him doing it. there's no violence behind his action, and so she allows the touch. he is poisoned and he dies instantly (no).
she's a bit stiff, but she allows it! and even relaxes, after a moment.]
If I tried to force it off, it would flood my system with a fast-acting, incurable poison. [... wryly:] And I like living. So I'd prefer not to.
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