033. Royal Orleans

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[People can build bonfires and burn effigies all they want -- some guys (lowercase G) have work to do!

One of whom is Brock. He has work to do.

That work is, of course, patching up the huge fuckoff hole in the side of his dumb cabin. He is out in the woods right now, though he's more staring at the huge fuckoff hole than doing any sort of repair. How does one even fix a hole in a log cabin. Does he need to knock down the whole wall ...

Making a frustrated noise, he flips his journal open.]

I lost my lumberjack. Does anyone cut down trees for fun, or do I have to go find an axe?

-- and Crowley. I hope you got a steering lock for your goddamn car.

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dictated;

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock had been expecting the conversation to end, actually, so he's a little surprised she keeps talking! Maybe this is not the woman he is looking for, after all.]

Well, I have a friend who's like a vampire with super-strength. She might cut down trees for me, but I kind of feel like she'll make fun of me the whole time. So ...

dictated;

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Good man, Brock. Follow the unintentional Jedi mind trick save.]

Better than nothing, isn't it?

dictated;

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[If Julia keeps talking to Brock on a regular basis, she will discover something: he is really pretty gullible for a spy.]

Right. I can't really afford to be picky.

dictated;

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Sounds like a good kind of person to keep talking to. Especially when suspicion could potentially be surrounding you.]

They don't seem to be in high supply.

dictated;

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[He's convenient like that.]

Lumberjacks or vampires?

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[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[No wonder he and Spike are friends.]

Both, I suppose. Unless vampires are more common than I thought.

[Which, given this place, probably wouldn't surprise her.]

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[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

There's a few hanging around. I don't really talk to them though, except for the one I mentioned. They're, uh ... kind of whiny.

How long have you been here, anyway?

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[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Well. You learn something new everyday.]

Just over two months. [It took her a second or two to think about it, because, really, with everything that's happened, it seems so much longer than that.]

dictated;

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[He recognizes that pause, of course!] Yeah. Time goes by pretty fast in this place, huh?

dictated;

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[There's a sigh over on the other end. Maybe it's audible, maybe it isn't. But it's a logical step from that pause.]

You could say that.

dictated;

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

I've been here for like, a year. It kind of gets easier; you get used to all the stupid shit that happens. I don't know if that's comforting or not, but, uh ...

dictated;

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[That had been her life, hadn't it? Acclimation. Adaptation. This place is no different.

What's said next is as neutral as anything.]

You'll get used to anything eventually.

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[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Oh, same. It seems a lot of people have that in common here.]

Yeah. You really do.