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Bode Levy Bram Lindqvist. Twenty-Eight. Torren Elite. Infected, Praeteria & Telepathy. Infection Trainer and International Trade Consultant.

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What's one thing you really dislike about your job?

Which one? Actually, never mind, it doesn’t matter. Either way the answer is people. Especially annoying people. specifikt idioter.

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List who you would do the following to: kiss, marry, push off a cliff, set on fire, wrap a blanket around, be roommates with. Go!

Um, alright. I guess kiss Andee, Marry Isha, push Quinn off a cliff, set the artwork from the grand opening on fire, wrap a blanket around Benji, be roommates with Mink and/or Maddox. 

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Have you ever cried during a movie?

Yes. I was four. Mufasa died. 

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andreya-roche

[There has to have been someone who snuck in with weed in their pocket – all they have to do is find them. Best case scenario they could just ditch the main event and go have a smoke outside, strikes be damned. She’s all for classy get-togethers but this is on another level way beyond the cultural palette of the colony. It tastes so potently of Clove.] So why are we sticking around, then? [She shrugs, the idea of a smoke now on her mind – a quest, eager to be solved, mostly out of boredom.] We could check out the rest of the building. Or go outside. Would anyone really notice two fewer people in stuffy clothes?

[Bode grins a bit at the idea. The worst that could happen was they could get caught. And even then, he could probably just say he was doing Elite stuff. Unless they were caught hotboxing in a closet or something; that might be harder to weasel his way out of. Still though, most people were here. Still though, he doubts they’d do that. So, he nods.] Alright, I’m down.  Doubt anyone would care even if they did notice. [he says, placing his empty glass on a nearby table. He gives her a smile.] So, any idea where to go first?

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Have you ever been in love?

Maybe once, but I don’t think that was love. I was only seventeen. I doubt that’s what it was. But it was something, that’s for sure.

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What's something you'd say you and Espen have in common?

I’d say our good looks, but that’s giving him too much credit. 

We’re also both are telepathic. So there’s another thing. And we’re both good with people, but in our own ways. 

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Say three things to three people anonymously

First person: I think you’re really great and I want to keep getting to know you better.

Second Person: You’re annoying but in a younger sibling kind of way.

Third person: You’re going to do big things, kid, I know it. I just hope the world we live in lets you. 

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Best thing about Col22 so far? Worst?

The people here are, overall, alright. Worst thing so far is probably the food. 

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kidrebelmink

[Mink laughed.] yeah, Seven. See, I have every reason to know all of these things. The world ended before I ever got to know it. [They paused.] Oh wow, that got dark, right? Honestly, Scandinavia sounds sort of familiar, I know my dad loved the place, said they were better at anything. But he said that of a lot of places, so I can’t be sure. [The suddenly curiosity was a little strange, the thing about Sweden had only come up because Bode had talked in a different language, but Mink wasn’t sure how they felt about sharing. Where had they come from? What could they answer to that. The truth? A lie? Joke? They made a face as they were made to remember.] Essex, so here, around here. I know only English.

[Mink considered the joke, they figured Bode was enjoying the subject as well, he had some serious humor when it came to laughing about himself, and given that was the sort of humor Mink enjoyed, they figured they had found the right conversation partner.] Probably less, I mean, I don’t want to get your hopes up, but my dad always told me men ripe with age.

[The next laugh was one of those that came after someone got a seriously burned, and Mink bent a little backwards and then forwards as they laughed themselves silly. That was the best. Of course, it was directed at them, but it was so well said. When they had come back to reality, they pointed a finger at Bode and nodded with appreciation.] That was a great one. I have to give you that.

I am pretty sure your analysis is true. I already feel like I won’t make it past forty. With a bit of luck, that gives me twenty-eight years. It is a pretty great ploy though, throwing a party for the infected and offing them at the same time knowing they will die from exposition to bad music.

[Bode shrugs.] I know a lot of places think Swedes make nice furniture. And as a whole, Scandinavia does produce a lot of attractive people. So I guess your dad was right. [Sure there were other things; mostly stereotypical things, but things nonetheless. But, he’d stick to two examples to keep his joke from running long. He nods when they answer his question. Liking the little bit of realness in their conversation that was mostly jokes and insults.] I figured you only knew English, Därför fortsätter jag att tala svenska. [He smirks at his own joke. Not really a joke, but still.

He laughs.] Oh, good. Glad to hear it. I can’t wait to be a flawless forty-year-old man. 

[Bode’s smile grows into something more genuine as he gets a real laugh from Mink. He gives a little bow as they compliment his joke.] Thank you, I try. 

I hope you get those twenty-eight years, so then you can know what it’s like to have a fourteen year old tell you you look like you’re eighty. [He says with a smile.] Y’know, it’ll be sad watching you die to the music. Because as soon as it looks like people are going to start dropping, I’m shutting off my hearing aid and pretending like everything’s fine. 

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claytonboyd

[It was one of those highly ironic moments where for a moment, Claytons lip curled in recoil. A thought that didn’t often cross his mind in that moment did - how fucking rude.

He could taste it in the others response, one steeped in inference; maybe it was a queue to shrug and take the hint, offer him that nod he’d kind of knew the other had wanted to give, and make his polite goodbyes. But part of him thought it could be one of those invitations, a quiet one into whispers of contention. A bitch fest, for lack of a better term.

He cleared his throat, turned his head to eye a group of others stood to their side] your brother? Nice to come with company. That’s surprisingly rare. One I’m lucky enough to know the benefit of. Older or younger? [once again he paused, sucked for a second on his lip that had curled moments prior] well I mean the very fact that you’re here probably suggests that any distaste you’ve just insinuated in acquainting yourself with others isn’t exactly sincere. But no. But with little to live for the more friends you do have, the more bearable the mundane day to day becomes I suppose. But no ones going to force you. There’s plenty of antisocial assholes still dwelling i the common rooms.

[Bode nods. He really is lucky that both he and Espen had survived. And not only that, but survived together. Although, Bode couldn’t imagine actually going anywhere without Espen.] Younger. He’s in Delma. [Bode chuckles dryly.] I have no problem with meeting new people. It’s this whole...[He waves he hand at the area around him.] Whatever is going on here. Hardly call it a party. [He smirks a bit. Antisocial asshole. Sure, sometimes he was a bit anti scocial, sometimes he was an asshole, but rarely was he both at the same time.] Didn’t mean to offend you, mate. Your company has been welcomed.

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kidrebelmink

[Mink laughed, a clear - and sadly to them - girlish laugh, more like a snicker, but at least they were having fun.] Do I know that? I am not so sure, but very well, since I am not sure, we’ll say that you are better looking than a piece of wood. [Their grin was accompanied by eyes that wanted more of this joking around.]

Swedish. [They made a face as if they were thinking too deeply on the subject, pretending to count the countries on the map with their fingers, but then dropping their hand and looking sort of disappointed at the non-existent map.] I’ve got nothing. I am guessing it’s somewhere in Europe, like on the main land, but that’s it. That’s all I know. [Mink shook their head and grinned, knowing that Bode didn’t mean he really thought they were twelve, but that’s what you get for calling someone old.] Well, as an obnoxious twelve year old brat to a forty year old Swede, I am very glad we had this conversation to figure out our mental age.

[A little disappointed about guessing wrong, they were at least glad that Bode had the same idea about the individual as they had.] Me neither, they seem like they could murder someone. And that someone would be you, obviously, I am too adorable to kill. [Mink followed Bode’s finger with a thrill, wondering who the finger would land on, who this famous Clove was, and what jokes they could make about her.] Oh yes, now I see what you mean. She does seem like the type to think she knows better than everyone else. Also, she is def full of herself, the way she laughs and such. She might be the only one whose life-span hasn’t been shortened by the music in this place.

Yep, somewhere in Europe, you’ve got it. It’s in, y’know, Scandinavia; that area up on top? But I guess you wouldn’t know that, since you were around seven when the asteroids hit, right?  [He jokes, definitely beating the dead horse. But whatever.] Where’re you from? [As many jokes as had occupied their conversation, Bode is curious about them.

He smirks, raising his eyebrows, rolling his eyes.] Me too. Although if I’m already mentally forty, I’m not looking forward to the time when I’m physically forty. By then do you think I’ll look more or less like a wooden puppet?

[Bode laughs.] Yeah, obviously. Bedårande som en arg råtta. But get ‘em to talk to you for five minutes, then they’ll be searching for something to take you out with. [He smirks, taking a sip of his drink.]  She probably picked this music hoping to off some of us. Maybe it’s only irritating to Infected and she’s trying to drive us all over the edge. 

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benji-imes

[The blond gives off the air of control, and something astute, something powerful. Like he was built of brick and mortar, carved like crystal and glass—destined to be important, to be someone. Only Benji doesn’t get the sense that this man feels like he is.

He shrugs at the question.] It’s not my idea of any kind of night, [he replies.] But my feelings on things have rarely mattered. [They didn’t matter when he’d been ‘diagnosed’, didn’t matter when he’d slit his sister’s throat to save his parents’ lives. He’d made the ultimate sacrifice, and one that had broken his heart too. But no one knew because no one asked, because no one wanted the opinion of a killer. His explanations were worth nothing to them. Fortunately, he’d not done it for them, or even for himself. So knowing his reasons himself was enough.]

[Bode takes a deep breath. He wants to try with this kid. He really wants to. But what way is he supposed to respond to that?] Yeah, people are like that sometimes. Nobody really cares about anybodies feelings. They all act like they do. But they don’t really give a shit, do they? [He takes a sip of his drink, looking over at Benji.] People only care when it’s convenient for them. [He shrugs a bit, eyeing him.] 

Well, strangers only really care when its convenient. People who like you, who trust you... they probably care too much about what you’re feeling. And if you feel like nobody’s ever really cared about your feelings, then you just haven’t met the right people yet. [Bode drinks more, looking out over the crowd of people. He doesn’t understand Benji, not really. He doesn’t know that much about him other than what he’s observed and the snippets he’s read from Echo. And as much as he wants to not even try with him; to just walk away, pretend like he doesn’t care, something always brings Bode back to wanting to talk to him. To at least get a little closer to who he is underneath the surface. He wonders who Benji really is, who he was. And so instead of just leaving the conversation, instead of going off to order another watered down drink, Bode puts his free hand into his pocket, and sighs a little.]

You had anything to eat yet? Some of the food here is actually not terrible tonight.

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kidrebelmink

[Mink laughed, the first laugh in a long while, the reaction from Bode was funny, because at least he wasn’t trying to get mad at them. Honestly it was better than what they had hoped for.] No, not like Pinocchio, he’s way better looking than you. [They laughed again, imaging the idea of Pinocchio not as a wooden boy, but being unable to, which made their joke seem only more funny to them.]

[At first Mink only caught the tiny bit of a different language, not really caring about the question.] What language is that? [They asked, pointing at finger at Bode as if trying to take the words out of his mouth and hear them again. Not that they were sure they would decode it then, because Mink had not been around enough to understand that there were hundreds of different languages and sublanguages.] I don’t want to say yes, but yes. It’s not that old, beginning forty is much older. [They joked, aware that end thirty and beginning forty weren’t that far apart.] Not even thirty! How? Maybe I just suck at ages. [They shook their head at the other’s comment.] Wait, you mean to say that I look like I’m twelve?

[Mink nodded, maybe a little too at ease with the way this conversation was going.] Boring paintings that make no sense, fancy drinks and music that makes you dead… yeah, I think I’ve a good idea of who she is now. I bet I can point her out in the crowd as well. [They turned towards the crowd, but couldn’t find Clove - although they didn’t know that - and pointed at some random person in a fancy dress and with long blonde hair. They looked like they could murder someone.] That one! [They announced, and further appreciated that Bode added to their dinosaur joke. Bitter sweet release of death. They liked that.]

[He scoffs. Trying not to be offended by the uglier-than-sentient-wood jab. He reminds himself they’re joking around, and even if they meant it, he’s willing to go to his grave saying to himself it was all part of the joke. But, he’s also big enough as a person to know when to laugh at himself.] That is untrue and you know it. [He shakes his head at Mink.]

What? Oh, right. Swedish. Don’t worry, I only called you an obnoxious brat, [he winks. Bode listens as they continue to call him old and he rolls his eyes. Sure, he was close to thirty, but he almost doesn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that much. He smirks when they question him back, taking another sip of his drink.] Was it not clear that that’s exactly what I was implying? [He says, a teasing grin growing as he finishes his sentence.]

[He follows their finger, and shakes his head, almost like he’s dissappointed they couldn’t point out a complete stranger.] Honestly, I have no idea who that is. Wouldn’t want to be on her bad side, though. [Although, didn’t really look like she had any bad sides from where he was standing. Bode shook his head again, scanning the crowd. He motions over to her.] No, it’s her. The one that emits the air of she knows she’s better than everyone here? [Honestly, he hadn’t really spoken to her directly ever. but hearing her speak at meetings, or hearing her voice whenever anyone walked through a doorway gave him enough information to make a judgement.]

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claytonboyd

[Clearly he wasn’t much of a talker and in response Clayton was doing his very best not to apply his age old tactic of just talking too…much. So instead he drank, nodded] Nice to meet you, I’m Clayton.

[A slightly awkward silence follows and he clucks his tongue, takes a moment to scan the room around him; the dresses, the suit jackets, the soft clinking of thin glass. With so many people in one room it was a wonder he was stood here talking to total strangers. He probably should have nodded back to the other’s nod, smiled and walked away. But he didn’t. Instead he turned back to him] So I can’t say I’ve seen you around here much. Have you been here long?

[Bode smiles a bit when he gets his name. Not one he necessarily recognizes, but just more to be friendly. Or something like that. Charismatic was probably more what he was going for. 

He’s aware of the lull, and he’s a moment away from just giving a final nod and stepping away when Clayton starts to speak again. Bode shrugs in response.] Yeah, not that long. My brother and I came over here a little over a month ago. How about you? And is this sort of thing something that happens a lot? Like, do I need to acquaint myself with pointless social events like this?

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andreya-roche

[She’d tried to make it feel like home as much as she could while it was still standing. Even when they were forced to move in with the others, she hadn’t complained and tried to do everything in high spirits, like she was just moving from flat to flat like she used to. But something about the colony felt specifically displaced, and they all had the feeling this was nothing if not temporary – when she understood that may as well have been a lie they were telling themselves for comfort. This could, potentially, be their home for the rest of their lives. Civilization might not be rebuilt in their lifetimes. And that terrified her.] No, I reckon it hasn’t. Wish it had, though.

[Andee scoffs, appreciating his honesty. In truth, it effected even Brinks in the smallest way possible. The party was supposed to build up the excitement, but they were all just as content before.] Fair enough. I guess that’s why this party feels so strange. There doesn’t really seem to be a reason for it, other than to make a big deal out of something that isn’t. [She sighs, touching the nape of her neck where her hair had been pulled up.] My mates and I used to sneak into these kinds of things sometimes. Cause a ruckus, run out. Smoke weed on a nearby roof to watch the police arrive. That was a party.

[He gives a slight smirk.] Guess they felt we needed to see this art, and this was the best way they thought to show it to us.

[Bode chuckles as she describes the parties she went to in what now is a different life. He nods.] Yeah, that sounds like something me and a couple of my friends would do when I was younger. [There were some things from his younger years that he didn’t necessarily regret, but he wasn’t sure if they were things he’d be willing to share now. Especially when the thought of those friends and their likeliness of still being alive would filter into his mind. That was almost an instant mood killer.] But, god, I’d kill for a party like that about now. [then he adds, muttering almost to himself in a joking manner] Honestly, any party would be better than this.