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“That would be them. I know their names- I just did not want to ‘call them out’ as you Americans say. I have not met Stephen, but now I am very curious.”
“Oh, my God. He’s–they’re a character, for sure.” Declan laughed, trying to imagine the lithe androgynous glam rocker casually chatting with his present benefactor. “There’s all this weird gender stuff going on with them–they don’t like being called he, it’s really hard to get used to. They’re pretty popular in Edinburgh’s LGBT stuff, even if they go for a genre that hasn’t been cool since David Bowie was the poster child.”
“Does David Bowie ever go out of style, though?” she joked. “I would like to meet them, now. I love music of all kinds. I used to play some instruments- maybe I should get back into that.”
Declan smiled, looking shyly down. “Okay, that’s a good point. Bowie never goes out of style. Dressing like Ziggy Stardust is another matter, though. I have never in my life seen someone wear so much shiny spandex without being in some kind of production.”
“Honestly, I’m not really sure what kinds of weird stuff is real and what isn’t at the moment. I’ve got, uh. Well, let’s say like, octuplets separated at birth, one of them’s technically a medium, another one’s a rocket scientist, and one of the others is a German punk gangster. Ever since I moved to DC, it’s not like it’s easy to tell what’s a normal okay thing and what belongs on Syfy.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Interesting. Do you personally know them, too, or just know of them?”
She laughed. “Story of my life. You wouldn’t believe my initial reaction when I found out that mandatory alien checks were not a normal thing.”
“Is...is that checking to make sure you’re not an alien, checking to make sure your aliens are where they should be, or checking to see if there are aliens in the area?” Completely and intentionally ignoring the other question.”
@youinsultedmyhorse
“Just fourteen CP? What crap is this?”
D’artagnan looked at him, confused. “Are you playing Pokemon Go?”
“What? Oh, yeah. Sorry. Am I not allowed over here or something?”
“Hmm, that is a difficult one… There is one who is very snotty. You would think he had an upturned nose by now, the way he acts. And there is another who I am pretty sure breaks the law on a constant basis. Speaks German. But he is a good man, I think, despite that.”
“That sounds like a very good description of Graeme,” Declan giggled. “He’s grown up with a silver spoon, has this superiority complex, and everything. He was practically raised by the company he works for, and now he’s CFO. He doesn’t get normal people.” As for the other..? “And the German one’s called Josef. He’s the grown up version of the kid who doesn’t stop asking questions about what you’re doing. I just wish he’d be more inquisitive about stuff that matters. But if they’re the weird ones, you haven’t met Stephen. Stephanie? I’m never sure how to pronounce that, it’s like Stephen but with an E on the end.”
“That would be them. I know their names- I just did not want to ‘call them out’ as you Americans say. I have not met Stephen, but now I am very curious.”
"Oh, my God. He's--they're a character, for sure." Declan laughed, trying to imagine the lithe androgynous glam rocker casually chatting with his present benefactor. "There's all this weird gender stuff going on with them--they don't like being called he, it's really hard to get used to. They're pretty popular in Edinburgh's LGBT stuff, even if they go for a genre that hasn't been cool since David Bowie was the poster child."
((so for Declan’s Pokémon GO account I picked a birthday using a randomizer and it just happened to be that Declan and my dad have the same birthday, October 12
gdi dec))
Rhee snorted.
“Yes, it is ‘murdery,’ but people have killed for less. Your counterparts are… interesting people. But I try not to lump you all together. You all have been very different.”
Okay, now Declan had to grin. There were some oddballs, and then there were the movie-level weirdos. “Okay, so…who’s the weirdest one you’ve met? Out of all the ones you’ve known so far, anyway, who would you count as the one who deserves the most I don’t even know what you’re doing or what you are or what is going on?”
“Hmm, that is a difficult one… There is one who is very snotty. You would think he had an upturned nose by now, the way he acts. And there is another who I am pretty sure breaks the law on a constant basis. Speaks German. But he is a good man, I think, despite that.”
"That sounds like a very good description of Graeme," Declan giggled. "He's grown up with a silver spoon, has this superiority complex, and everything. He was practically raised by the company he works for, and now he's CFO. He doesn't get normal people." As for the other..? "And the German one's called Josef. He's the grown up version of the kid who doesn't stop asking questions about what you're doing. I just wish he'd be more inquisitive about stuff that matters. But if they're the weird ones, you haven't met Stephen. Stephanie? I'm never sure how to pronounce that, it's like Stephen but with an E on the end."
“Well, I have actually met others who look exactly like you, so I would say that it is neither.” She raised her hands. “Do not shoot me or anything. You all keep finding me. I do not go out looking for all of you. That man you met was right. There are very many of you.”
Declan froze, jaw slightly slack. Whoooooops. “I wouldn’t shoot you for knowing my weird family members,” he eventually said. “That’s really…murdery. I don’t even like shooting in the line of duty, non-fatally, so you’re safe from me, at least.”
Rhee snorted.
“Yes, it is ‘murdery,’ but people have killed for less. Your counterparts are… interesting people. But I try not to lump you all together. You all have been very different.”
Okay, now Declan had to grin. There were some oddballs, and then there were the movie-level weirdos. “Okay, so...who’s the weirdest one you’ve met? Out of all the ones you’ve known so far, anyway, who would you count as the one who deserves the most I don’t even know what you’re doing or what you are or what is going on?”
“Less murder would be good, yes. It is bad for publicity.” She shrugged as she cleaned a mug. “Your favourite story? Or the strangest thing that has ever happened to you.”
“Okay,” Declan said, trying to think. “So…okay, that one still hasn’t gone to trial yet,” he frowned, desperately attempting to come up with a story packing enough interest to hold her attention. “Okay. Strangest story. So I’m sitting there, minding my own business, just getting off of work, checking the end-of-day emails, that kind of thing. This was back in Iowa. Anyway. I get this anonymous email saying this guy wants to meet with me because he had some personal information for me. Which, you know, is really weird. I thought it had something to do with the case I was on, even though it was pretty open-and-shut, so I went. And there’s this guy there, sitting looking mysterious in a corner booth and all, like he watches a lot of old spy movies. We get to talking, and he tells me that there’s been some strange things happening at the fertility clinic that I was uh. Conceived at.” He waved his hand. “Dad couldn’t have kids, so instead of adopt, they went with that. Anyway. Apparently, the doctor that did the deed wasn’t actually affiliated with that clinic and he had a crap-ton of identical…uh. You know. So he was tracking down all the kids from that doctor’s job. And then he does this thing and waves his face and it goes all wooshy like it’s CG or something, and it’s like looking into a mirror. He’s one of them, too. I guess that doctor really gets around. Or got around, whatever.”
Then Declan smiled. “So. Did I make that one up or did I rip it off of a web-series I found the other day?”
“Well, I have actually met others who look exactly like you, so I would say that it is neither.” She raised her hands. “Do not shoot me or anything. You all keep finding me. I do not go out looking for all of you. That man you met was right. There are very many of you.”
Declan froze, jaw slightly slack. Whoooooops. “I wouldn’t shoot you for knowing my weird family members,” he eventually said. “That’s really...murdery. I don’t even like shooting in the line of duty, non-fatally, so you’re safe from me, at least.”
Rhee shook her head. “It is fine. I will accept a story, though. I enjoy stories. They help pass the time.”
“Oh. Okay. Story. Like…Sahara…zod. Or something close to that, the Arabian Nights thing. But with less murder, I hope.” Declan forced a chuckle. “Uh…huh. What kind of story?”
“Less murder would be good, yes. It is bad for publicity.” She shrugged as she cleaned a mug. “Your favourite story? Or the strangest thing that has ever happened to you.”
“Okay,” Declan said, trying to think. “So...okay, that one still hasn’t gone to trial yet,” he frowned, desperately attempting to come up with a story packing enough interest to hold her attention. “Okay. Strangest story. So I’m sitting there, minding my own business, just getting off of work, checking the end-of-day emails, that kind of thing. This was back in Iowa. Anyway. I get this anonymous email saying this guy wants to meet with me because he had some personal information for me. Which, you know, is really weird. I thought it had something to do with the case I was on, even though it was pretty open-and-shut, so I went. And there’s this guy there, sitting looking mysterious in a corner booth and all, like he watches a lot of old spy movies. We get to talking, and he tells me that there’s been some strange things happening at the fertility clinic that I was uh. Conceived at.” He waved his hand. “Dad couldn’t have kids, so instead of adopt, they went with that. Anyway. Apparently, the doctor that did the deed wasn’t actually affiliated with that clinic and he had a crap-ton of identical...uh. You know. So he was tracking down all the kids from that doctor’s job. And then he does this thing and waves his face and it goes all wooshy like it’s CG or something, and it’s like looking into a mirror. He’s one of them, too. I guess that doctor really gets around. Or got around, whatever.”
Then Declan smiled. “So. Did I make that one up or did I rip it off of a web-series I found the other day?”
“No, I do not mind at all. I have a charger you can use on the counter here,” she said, motioning to the one Rhee kept out for her patrons. “Do not mind me going about cleaning.”
“Oh, you’re a lifesaver,” Declan said excitedly, rushing over and putting his phone on the charger. “I can help you clean, if you want. It’s only fair since I’m using your stuff.”
Rhee shook her head. “It is fine. I will accept a story, though. I enjoy stories. They help pass the time.”
“Oh. Okay. Story. Like...Sahara...zod. Or something close to that, the Arabian Nights thing. But with less murder, I hope.” Declan forced a chuckle. “Uh...huh. What kind of story?”
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“Would you mind if I came in for a few minutes? I know it’s right at closing time, but my phone’s dead and I can’t call a cab.”
“No, I do not mind at all. I have a charger you can use on the counter here,” she said, motioning to the one Rhee kept out for her patrons. “Do not mind me going about cleaning.”
“Oh, you’re a lifesaver,” Declan said excitedly, rushing over and putting his phone on the charger. “I can help you clean, if you want. It’s only fair since I’m using your stuff.”
@thebookofsands
“Would you mind if I came in for a few minutes? I know it’s right at closing time, but my phone’s dead and I can’t call a cab.”
@youinsultedmyhorse
“Just fifteen CP? What crap is this?”
You bet your butt Declan plays PokémonGO. Every chance he gets, too, with only MTAC and active crime scenes off-limits.
And he’s Team Valor.
“Sure, I’ve got some change.” Toby dug into his pocket, then blinked and looked up at the man. “Uh… have we met?”
“I don’t need money, I need directions,” Declan smirked. “I just came here from Des Moines about two weeks ago.”
“Oh, okay,” said Toby. He looked the kid over again. “You… look an awful lot like somebody I know. Are you related to anybody called Fitz?”
Declan couldn’t help but laugh, a snorting awkward laugh of secondhand embarrassment. “Uh. Yeah, I guess, yeah.” He said it like he was laughing at an inside joke. “Yeah, we uh. We met at a family reunion kind of thing not long ago.”
@clonystark
“Um, ‘scuse me, can you help me out a little? I’m afraid I’m lost and my phone’s dead.”
“Sure, I’ve got some change.” Toby dug into his pocket, then blinked and looked up at the man. “Uh… have we met?”
“I don’t need money, I need directions,” Declan smirked. “I just came here from Des Moines about two weeks ago.”
