#interactions || will !

[surelevi]

who: @ofconnell​ what: this is adjacent to our old threat but a few too many little details had changed... where: coffee shop or whatever

“ so i’ve got some good news and some bad news, ” levi began, setting their cups down. “ bad news out of the way... there actually isn’t any. ” it just felt right to say, you know ? make the good news even better ! “ good news: the owner of the petting zoo is willing to give me a discount if gabby wants to have her birthday party there. ”

[sureameline]

@ofconnell​

“ i’m... confused. ” when weren’t they ? “ has this ‘berry’ woman already told the band - ” - that didn’t have a lyre ?! - “ - what she was going to... ‘break out into’ ? ” already being taught new phrases !

[sureford]

who: @ofconnell​ what: *spider-man pointing meme* where: dealer’s choice ! j somewhere public :elmosmile:​

all things considered, ford could’ve done a better job at keeping track of where all his siblings had ended up. in their twenties, they liked to consider themselves untethered -- free to live some kind of boho lifestyle while writing wherever they were needed. bangor for king, los angeles for discount vincent price, and all cities in between for various others. it hadn’t paid the bills. looking back on it, it wasn’t worth it. while some neat stories had arisen, ford had gone largely a decade with as minimal contact with family as he could have. all for what ? a dreamer’s dream.  the reality now ? they knew only select details about each sibling. tom was in chicago doing some lab work -- he was who ford knew most about. they were pretty sure their older sister was doing some business stuff, younger sister doing some stem stuff... maybe... and will ? the boy with the heart ten sizes too big ? wherever he ended up, ford trusted that he was doing well for himself. he always seemed to land on his feet, for his nature -- the nature that stemmed from a heart being ten sizes too big -- just had that effect. but it appeared that ford needn’t question his whereabouts any longer. ford wouldn’t say they were particularly lucky, ford wouldn’t say they were particularly unlucky, but wouldn’t you have it ? lady luck was coming out to play ! moseying over, trying to really suss him out just to make sure they didn’t wind up acting like they were looking for a grand reunion with a complete stranger ( ...not that that had stopped them before... ), a good head-on look ? ...they believed their suspicion was confirmed. but the final test ? name ! “ will ? william [middlename] o’connell ? ”

[suremarkj]

who: @ofconnell​ what: snake time! snake time! where: idk somewhere on the streets

a horribly wounded man... up and walking now, as if nothing had happened. close behind, a clark kent type. one thing mark would give big cities ? they tended to be better to their mutants. genuine curiosity, mark dared ask, “ you help him out ? ”

[surelouisb-arc]

TO: Will O’Connell <[email protected]> ( @gcldenrule ) FROM: Louis Bhatt <[email protected]> SUBJECT: [Empty]

Apparently telling you not only I, but my family, would like to be left out of it was not clear enough. Don’t ever fucking mention my name to Ezra again. - HL Bhatt

[surelevi]

who: @ofconnell​ what: dilfs being dilfs where: somewhere... with coffee... which means it could be a bakery or a coffee shop or one of their apartments-

seeing will was always a treat. finding familiarity in chicago, traces back to his old life ( outside of january and blake ), were always more than welcome. always comforting. reminded of a simpler time, back when life still seemed so beautiful. “ has gabby finished her science fair project yet ? ” levi asked with a fond smile, setting a cup of coffee down in front of the older man. “ i think charlotte’s trying to get away with doing a baking soda volcano for the third year in a row. ” she had shown it to him on their last visit... and if that didn’t scream ‘i am very confident i will be able to submit this yet again, look at how it still works!’, then levi didn’t know what did.

[surelouisb-arc]

@gcldenrule​

giving tours to remote strangers had, more or less, become part of the job description. during his days uninvolved with the students -- the years he spent organizing charles’s meetings and the like -- touring was off the table, somewhat refreshing. time away from anyone’s residual emotions, able to think about himself, his fucked home life, and not become as overwhelmed as he could have been. but since taking the professorial job ? better pay, a quicker in if eartha were to show signs of a mutation... he was back to his counselor roots, involved in the touring of prospective students and their parents.

however, will was a different story. with a built-in past and a certain mutual understanding -- single fathers who were just trying to make it through the day as they pined after who they could no longer have ( nicholas, get in here ! ) -- he would have offered him a tour at no request. at no obligation. so what was this, then ? a simple formality ?

spotting the man at the gates, he jogged over, still making sure to step on the cracks, and offered a wave. he opened the gates up and gestured for the other man to enter, plant his feet on the grand campus. “ hey, will ! ” he rested his hands on his knees, catching his breath from the very brief jog. man, was he gonna make his daughter an orphan ? once he caught his breath, he looked to will, then the building. “ so, you have two choices: i can give you the official tour, or the friends and family. ” ( such a tour not existing, of course... )