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singillatim2023-11-02 01:15 pm
questioningmermaids) wrote in singillatim2023-11-02 01:15 pm
boogie wonderland; ota
Who: Holland March + open, Holland + Huaisang
What: March spends some time contemplating, talks distilling with Huaisang
When: Nov 2nd
Where: Community hall
Content Warnings: usual cw for alcoholism
His supplies are running low. There's only so much you can scavenge in a place like this, but when you chain smoke like a chimney and drink like a fish eventually what you can scrounge up is going to disappear. He's got a little left, sure, courtesy of a gas station raid and the basement Huaisang's got, but supplies aren't infinite.
It gets him thinking. Makes him antsy. March enters the community hall like he usually does, a frequent visitor like most of the small little community they've all managed to put together, but he's never really done much. Drank some coffee, chatted. It's hard to tell if he even realizes he's the village idiot.
Today, though, he's set up in a little corner and is making sure his gun is cleaned along with sipping his morning caffeinated sludge. He's less animated than usual, less talkative, simply staring into space as his hands go through the motions. If not interrupted, he'll eventually speak.
"We're really fucked here, huh? Completely." Holland knows he should curve the negativity, but it's starting to get to him more than he'd like admit. He's been adamant they're all probably going to die within the month since day one but there's less of a joking tone towards it this time.
He wants to help sure. Pitch in, even. Mostly he's just worried about how tiny his booze stash is getting.
After coffee there's a far less depressing revelation, said just as solemnly.
"...Should I hunt?"
"We gotta do something."
March doesn't bother to announce himself when he opens the door to Huaisang's place, spending far more time there than he probably should. His scarf is taken off, the hat is dumped unceremoniously onto the floor.
"Hey. Huaisang? Huaisang, we gotta do something. You know what I did today? Math. You know what that math was for?"
He's already flopping onto the nearest available surface, aviators still on.
What: March spends some time contemplating, talks distilling with Huaisang
When: Nov 2nd
Where: Community hall
Content Warnings: usual cw for alcoholism
i. Weapons cleaning + contemplation;
His supplies are running low. There's only so much you can scavenge in a place like this, but when you chain smoke like a chimney and drink like a fish eventually what you can scrounge up is going to disappear. He's got a little left, sure, courtesy of a gas station raid and the basement Huaisang's got, but supplies aren't infinite.
It gets him thinking. Makes him antsy. March enters the community hall like he usually does, a frequent visitor like most of the small little community they've all managed to put together, but he's never really done much. Drank some coffee, chatted. It's hard to tell if he even realizes he's the village idiot.
Today, though, he's set up in a little corner and is making sure his gun is cleaned along with sipping his morning caffeinated sludge. He's less animated than usual, less talkative, simply staring into space as his hands go through the motions. If not interrupted, he'll eventually speak.
"We're really fucked here, huh? Completely." Holland knows he should curve the negativity, but it's starting to get to him more than he'd like admit. He's been adamant they're all probably going to die within the month since day one but there's less of a joking tone towards it this time.
He wants to help sure. Pitch in, even. Mostly he's just worried about how tiny his booze stash is getting.
After coffee there's a far less depressing revelation, said just as solemnly.
"...Should I hunt?"
ii. Huaisang;
"We gotta do something."
March doesn't bother to announce himself when he opens the door to Huaisang's place, spending far more time there than he probably should. His scarf is taken off, the hat is dumped unceremoniously onto the floor.
"Hey. Huaisang? Huaisang, we gotta do something. You know what I did today? Math. You know what that math was for?"
He's already flopping onto the nearest available surface, aviators still on.
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"Oh, I'd love to hear them though," he responds, and he leans forward once more, elbow on the table. "Your, uh, ideas."
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Damn, she wishes she were at Shorty's. At least then she could get a drink. "Here's one."
For now, she sets her feet on the floor and curls forward in her chair to reflect his posture, folding her arms on the tabletop as she leans in. Oh, she's got ideas, alright: Doc and Dolls both as good as gone, no revs, no rules. She opens her mouth for a pregnant pause, then whispers: "If you're going to go hunting, get a bigger gun."
This shell dropped between them, she gets up, lithe, to get more coffee. But she pauses in her step and looks back at him over her shoulder. "Look at that, it was helpful after all. Hey, Holland: come back alive, and maybe I'll give you another one of these little gems. Or maybe I'll show you, instead. That sounds more fun."
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Goddammit, she's perfect. March's response to the revelation is to laser focus on his gun and try his damndest not to think about things like 'symbolism' and 'double entendres.'
"Uh-huh," he manages, jaw so tight it might as well be wired shut, a sharp contrast to the general loose, languid sort of way he tends to move. She gets up but March is glued to his spot, knuckles white.
"That does sounds fun," he hisses in agreement, unable to get his eyes away from the table. "Extremely helpful advice, thank you very much."
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Whether he can look up at all seems unlikely in the extreme – is he playing dead? – but it doesn't matter. Wynonna heads back to the carafe of coffee and fills her cup back up, then heads for the door, sipping idly.
Who knows? Maybe he will live after all. But she's not putting down money on it.