IC contact

[candor1]

Fulcrum; go
[text | voice | video | action]






[OOC—update: Just specify in subject line which game!]

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[text, maskormenace]

[couldbebeautiful]

I've got a couple of bottles of beer, if you want to drink to Jyn's memory.

[text, maskormenace]

[candor1]

thank you

for a lot


[…this is ridiculous, continuing to comm message when they live in the same house… but it feels like the level of interaction Cassian wants right now. Communication without anyone looking at his face.]


not sure i should drink right now
after last month
want to stay above water for now



ive never asked you more
about your own situation back home
dont have to tell me just to distract me
but
i dont know
joint catharsis opportunity

[Either he isn't aware half of what he says to her sounds like a come-on or he isn't worried about it because they're comfortable enough.]

[couldbebeautiful]

That's fine. More beer for me.

That's not a conversation I particularly feel like having over text. It's a shitty situation, that's all I can say over this.

But I'm in my room and I can still walk upright for short distances. I can tell you right now.

[It's fair, anyway. She's told everyone else in the house, just not Cassian.]

[candor1]

yeah
i
could do with thinking about
not me
if youre okay telling me im interested
can also talk about anything else

i could also come to you
or meet in the backyard

[couldbebeautiful]

[The response comes maybe ten minutes later.]

Backyard. I have mugs and I'm making slushies. I haven't spiked your slushie, don't worry.

[candor1]

[okay, there's a smile you can't see now]

i hadnt been worried…

see you soon

[ooc: actiontag or log? your choice!]

text > action

[couldbebeautiful]

[True to her word, Veronica's out in the yard, a little bit tipsy already. Also true to her word, Cassian's mug is purely an orange-flavored slushie, but she's drinking beer straight from the bottle. The past few months have been hard for her, to say the least, and she'll regret doing this in the morning, but for now she just needs a drink.

As soon as Cassian comes out to the backyard, she waves him over to the patch of grass she's sitting on and makes no move to budge.]

How're you holding up? [says the underage girl drinking beer.]