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Who: Shion/Xion and you!
What: WARKING. WARK WARK WARK. Also known as Shion doesn't have a social life lately. This needs to change badly.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Her part-time job at the ice cream shop!

It'd been a while since she'd touched her notebook. Of course-- some of it had had to do with her course work. And some of it with where she was at now. Summer jobs. Gotta love 'em. Or maybe not. But it was a good distraction. And okay for the most part. Save when the crazy kids made a mess of everything with their sticky fingers and their sugar rush antics. But there were perks to it, too. Like, you know. Free ice cream. And relatively happy customers. And was "good distraction" mentioned in that before? Ah, let's just list it again.

Only that was... really the thing that day. Because all that being said and done, it was only a good distraction if there were actually customers around. Which there.... weren't at the moment. Keeping busy in other ways could only go so far. Could only wipe down the counters, tables, and cases so many times before that got mundane and who knew when was the last time those windows got a good cleaning? Yeah... She wasn't about to touch those. But with some much time to kill yet...

She took a good look around back and forth to see if her co-worker was looking before starting to doodle onto the condensation of the case...

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Look of utter confusion? Check. Thinking she might be one of those insane greeters? Double check. Remembering that she had never spoken face to face with one of them? Triple check.

So, to that end, that. Well, only meant one thing. But uh... How to break the ice without sounding crazy. She took a moment to glance over at the backroom... then back at Ben. Then back at the room. Then back at the Ben again. And she might be... waving him over. Get closer to the counter, sir.

The final nail in the coffin for her supposition probably came when he started walking over - after a glance around of his own, and not without a small look of what the fuck on his face - and his walk wasn't exactly... straight. There was a definite limp there, his right leg canted out to the side a little and not able to properly move in its socket. It didn't seem to slow him down, but it was a definite clue that sports wouldn't be very easy for him.

But approach he did, more and more mystified as he walked. "Uhh... I... just want some ice cream..."

That limp was unmistakable. Not that she was... Okay, maybe she was kinda eyeing it a little more than she should because things were clicking even more. That had to be the injury he was talking about. But she knew she really shouldn't be staring, so she did manage to yank her attention away after a moment. Thankfully, before he had come to a stop at the open counter she had zipped over to, but still. Leetle bit obvious there.

At his request, she responded maybe just a little louder than usual, "Oh, sure! What can I get you?" In the meantime, her hand rose up to hold a finger to her lips before she leaned forward. When she spoke again, her voice was that of a whisper. "Ben, right? You were at the competition with Ciel?"

Yeah, just a bit. And not that he wasn't used to that - unfortunately he was - but it was still a touch... irritating. He couldn't help being handicapped, okay? He just wished people wouldn't stare so much. Oh well, at least she was trying not to.

He winced at the volume (louder than it should be to begin with, and he was right there), but once she leaned in and started whispering, he paid attention. People usually didn't whisper without a good reason, after all. "Uhm, yeah - he's my brother."

Hey, hey. To be fair, it was kinda a big hint as to who she was talking to. Okay? Okay. All the same, she smiled a little sheepishly when she caught that wince but otherwise kept the momentum. She had already spilled the beans as it was. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to talk about it in public like they were, but it wasn't like Adrian was around at the moment. Just had to keep it quick!

So, one quick nod later and she was... doodling on the condensation again? Wait, what? But as she was doing so, she managed a, "Sorry, I couldn't really hear you. Could you tell me what it was you wanted again?" At least this time she used her usual volume. But she was also a little bit distracted as things start to shape up on the case.

"s e c r e t n u m b e r s c--"

"I, uhh - I need a small... mint chocolate chip, and a large, uh, cookie dough- look, are you okay, you're acting kind of funny." Yes, he's starting to get concerned over you, Shion. Your fail secrecy is not exactly communicating itself in the way you want it to; mostly it's making you look kind of weird.

...That is, until he sees what she's tracing on the ice cream case. And then double-takes when the letters actually catch up to him. "Wait a minute, you're on that thing?"

No, he's making no effort to keep his voice down.

And did you hear that loud slap just then, Ben? That was the sound. Of her hand hitting her face. Jeez, there she was trying to be subtle about it and there you go almost blabbing it to her co-worker. Her next words were perhaps snappier than she intended.

"Keep your voice down." She quickly smeared what she had mostly written before she started toward the cones, plucking out two of them before starting on the order. "Anyway-- yeah. I... talked to you before. You know. Your brother, the-- fall-" She might have hidden her face behind her hair a moment as she finished the one cone and started on the cookie dough. "-That... was me, yeah."

Hey, he didn't say anything. Just "that thing." "That thing" could be anything, from a college e-board to a game to... well, just about anything where you have to sign up for something. And given they're both in college? That's a lot of things that are possible. So if he looks a little annoyed at that? Yeah, it's not like he doesn't exactly have cause for it - but at the same time, he gets her caution. It's not like he's going to say anything more specific.

"Sorry - I need those to go." Probably should've mentioned that before she got started, but he was concerned with her well-being. But Ben does keep his voice down to a lower level as he responds. "You're the one who kept writing, not speaking."

What was this to-go nonsense? She would never understand it. All the same, she complied if not without a sidelong glance his way. One that seemed more embarrassed than anything, really. Though it flickered into something a bit more indignant at his off comment.

"Hey, would you trust just anyone on that? I mean I hate to sound paranoid, but we really don't have any idea who everyone is on there. It's a big city." She plopped the scoop of mint off the cone and into a small bowl before starting to do the same with the cookie dough in another.

Edited 2013-07-16 23:30 (UTC)

Well he kind of needs to get home to have dinner before dessert... Sorry, Shion. At least it's not a complicated order.

But Ben keeps his voice down still, since now that the specifics are coming up, it's more likely that someone really will think they're off their rockers if they overhear it. And while this probably- okay, definitely isn't like anything he's ever heard before not too long ago, it's not like they're the only people it's happening to. "There's some nice people on it... but there's so many people on it. I mean... me and Ciel are both there, and so's one of my teachers, and you, and I think one of my classmates - but there's so many people I've never met or even heard of before." He pauses, then continues. "I'm more worried about why this is happening. Why us. Why now. Someone's already died..."

"What?"

One of the lids she was holding dropped and rattled about as it settled haphazardly on the counter. A beat later and her eyes gave off the hint of widening perhaps the slightest bit more than they already had as she covered her mouth. And there she had been telling Ben to lower his voice. Admittedly, it took a bit longer for her to compose herself because how do you do whispering when you're this rattled, but after only a matter of time...

"Who- H-- What happened?"

He nearly jumped at her volume, but he couldn't really blame her - but she hadn't heard about that? From what he assumed, it was relatively recent. He hadn't pursued it any farther than that, he only had the vaguest of ideas (namely that it happened and that was it), and really he didn't want to know more than that. That it happened was enough. Certainly more than enough to make him suspicious of the network itself, if not the people on it.

"I-I don't know much - just that a kid started remembering, then a few days later he was..."

Dead.

Shion just... stood there in silence. It was only after what might have seemed forever that she actually moved. Her hand slowly raised up to touch her forehead with her fingertips and she just... let out a slow breath. This was all very... and she definitely couldn't shake that sinking feeling that liked to come around and make her feel sick in times like this.

"We-- need to find out more. Why would they be a target. You said-" She paused to take another breath, just... trying to stay calm, before continuing, "--something about remembering things? What do you mean by that?"

"I think people on the network know... I just haven't asked..." He hadn't wanted to ask, really. All of this was freaky enough as it was; he didn't need to add anything else to that pile right away.

But another question came from her, a more comfortable... or less uncomfortable question, at least. "Yeah... My brother and I, we both... remembered something that had never happened to us. But it was really clear, we both remembered it perfectly. And it wasn't the same thing for both of us."

Remembered things... Bizarre... But not exactly the first weird thing she had heard about. Still... What did this mean? Guess he had about as much of an idea as she did, but... Hm... Shion seemed to scrutinize the counter a moment... or was she perhaps still just collecting herself.

But finally, she managed to breathe out, "What was it... that you remembered?"

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