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Requiem's Ideal World run #1

It's dark... and a little cold.

Oh. You have a text-- wonder what that's about?

...

...

?

Hey, there's some junk in here that's not in the right spots. Take a good look around and fix that jazz. Everything's got a place or whatever.

No sense in hiding from yourself, right?

... what is this, a text for ants?

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[Of course she does. And she certainly doesn't need to touch it to feel pained or preoccupied, especially with cat ASMR in the background. The worst part of it is that her expression wavers and she knows Sabre sees it waver, but all she does is purse her lips and flatten out her expression]

...And?

[ Yup, that's what she thought.

A twinge of anger manages to derail her from any embarrassment at the sounds coming from the tape. ]

[ And then in some show of rare maturity, she just smooths her expression back to businesslike and swipes the bouquet back. ]

. . . It gives a terrible feeling when you're near it. This is the kind of proof we need to snap her out of it. Stuff she can't ignore or deny.

[Opens her mouth, then closes it, then takes a deep breath]

We don't gotta like. Take everything from her new life outta this place that's from her old one? That's what the text was saying, ain't it?

[ She frowns, then runs a hand through her hair. ]

It said -- everything has a place. And this stuff- [ gestures at the desk ] -doesn't feel like it doesn't belong.

So I doubt it's everything.

Mm... There wasn't nothing that "felt" like it didn't belong downstairs. But I know she can't eat none of the food in the kitchen, and I'm pretty sure her dog's been dead for like forever, so...

[She looks away, glancing over the stuff on the desk again]

Anything else here got your kitten senses tingling?

She's got a tape on basically everyone she knows, a bunch of songs, and . . . whatever is in a bunch of numbered audio logs.

Put one in, maybe there's some clues to where she went.

[ Okay, well . . .

She's picking a numbered tape at random and sticking it in, dealer's choice. ]

Looking through the pile you find a tape with the half-scratched out label that says "i remember you"...

But first you pop in the tape labeled "journal #5992...????"

Req's voice comes in almost immediately.

"Alright, here we go. Jam journal number... ugh, which one is it? Whatever, I'll figure it out later. Been a while, huh! Still workin' on that same album from last time... I'll totally finish it by the end of the year, I swear. Future me totally has permission to sock me in the gut if I don't.

I'll get into the music later. I wanted to start keepin' a journal again-- figured Bonnie would appreciate it, eventually. Said it'd be like a piece of history, like, yeah, okay, but more importantly my voice? Like, sentimental value? C'mon, girl.

Anyway... Kitty's gettin' real good with that guitar. Keep sayin' she should play a set with me, the fans would love it, but she's all shy about it or whatever, or says work's too busy. Which, yeah, I can believe that, Bonnie's kind of a tyrant, haha. But she'd totally give her the day off if she asked...

Oh-- yeah, went out with Pharaoh today since it'd been a while. Still as noisy as ever-- starting spouting out about how his kingdom was coming along, blah blah... Always the same thing with him, but it was fun to hang out. Invited him over for Zrael movie night soon so hopefully he remembers...

It continues on much in the same vein. Literally just a journal, it seems.

[ Uh, wow. This is uncomfortable and awkward, actually, like listening to something she's not a part of and shouldn't be hearing.

She shoots a glance at Nem before taking it back out. ]

[Looks back blankly, confusion overriding any awkwardness at poking into Req's personal business (or embarrassment at being mentioned in it). What is this AU,]

...Uh, anyways. What about this one?

[Digs out the tape with the scratched out label, and pops it into the player]

When you pop in it, you hear Req's voice, fuzzy but clearly distressed, yelling:

"Look, this-- YOU took this picture! Ugh, you scribbled all over it...

... huh?"

Silence, for a moment, before an elderly man's voice excitedly speaks up:

"Oh, oh, are they good lyrics? I'll get the keyboard!"

Requiem frantically calls after him, "Wh, what? Wait-- listen!"

Electronic keyboard notes start playing in the background, and the old man says, "Yeah let's go, what's it say?! Sing out, sister!"

There's a long moment of silence before Requiem begins to sing with a slightly wavering voice.

It hurts. To remember, to realize, that someone you loved isn't the person they used to be. That they hurt you and left you alone when you needed them most, but... what else could they have done?

[ Makes a tiny little sound in her throat and just -- rips the tape out of the player. ]

[Again, she does not complain about the abrupt cut-off, working her jaw instead]

...That's prolly enough tapes for now. Dragging it out ain't gonna make it any easier, we should--go find her, since she ain't here.

. . . Yeah.

[ She pockets the tape, though. ]

This and the flowers should be enough for a start.

[Digs around the closet for some sort of bag--surely there's something with all the closet stuff--dropping in the apple juice (and attempting to surreptitiously stuff her own tape in there as well, shh. If she can't listen to it, no one can)]

Yeah. C'mon.

[And she makes for the ladder out]

Edited 2020-08-08 03:25 (UTC)

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