something is eternal

heyyy party people! it's yona. no nicknames pls & thx because they're never as fun as you think they are. i'm 23 and i do computer things to survive and collect figurative crap for fun

[yonaisnotonfire]

Yona Eden Greenspan

Biography:

trigger warning for family death and parental death

When considering Yona, it helps to touch on the pleasure principle. More than anything else, she wanted to have fun and escape consequences. For example, when she and her friends went out for drinks, she would carefully sip on the same drink or two all night in hopes of not losing too much control of her facilities. Unfortunately for Yona, with or without alcohol in her, she had a poor brain-to-mouth filter. It also didn't help that one of her favorite activities to do was pull pranks. On her own or with friends, she enjoyed seeing how a little scheme played out. One of Yona's recent favorite pranks (although she called it a "side-gig") was to get into the business of weed sales, but actually just give unwitting customers oregano. The scheme didn't usually last long, but some people really didn't catch on... It also didn't help that Yona was an absolutely terrible liar.

Yona considered New Hope to be a great place. Her adoptive family was amazing, and she had the best friends a girl could ask for. Sure, the mystery gang had its share of drama (she went radio silent for a solid month once while she was seventeen over something they didn't even do wrong... something about them not telling her that she was gay before she knew), but that was what happened when you had interesting friends. Living in her tiny hometown didn't mean that she wanted to be stuck there forever, but that was what road trips and vacations were for. The one thing she didn't want to do was get stuck working on a farm, but that was avoidable. She went to college in-state (KU, Computer Science major), but she was more than happy to head back home and set up a haphazard freelance web dev and graphic design business. Some of the jobs, she could do locally, but more often than not her customers were located nowhere near to her.

Now that she has moved back home, Yona is starting to get over the plague of her college years when she became at least temporarily infatuated with just about anyone she met that appeared to be a woman up to around forty. She did have a healthy appreciation for the older MILF type, but didn't particularly want it reciprocated. In her opinion, love was painful and tragic by design: beautiful if one was fortuitous enough to find love, but always dramatic, painful, and so often tragic. She didn't necessarily think that it will work out happily for herself even though she wanted to be loved very much. This just meant that she can devote excessive energy into analyzing her friends' love lives. And also acquaintances' love lives. She found it all fulfilling enough, even if she couldn't help but flirt for herself when she was feeling vulnerable.

Regarding family, Yona is happily adopted and usually still uses her legal name (which was her birth mother's last name). She readily responds to her family's last name, though. Connecting her past to her present is a bit of an ordeal.

She doesn't remember much of what happened before she was around six apart from her mom loving her a lot and then getting sick. She literally has no idea who her dad is, and is torn between not thinking that's important considering how much she appreciates her adoptive family, and wanting to know because it's a great conspiracy to delve into. And Yona loves nothing more than a good conspiracy. It's probably nothing suspicious, but her own history is a little bit too personal to delve into lightly.

Her (birth) uncle Joey considered taking her in, but it wasn't a good fit. He and his wife Gen weren't great with kids, and they definitely didn't want a precocious little thing. Joey and Gen keep in touch occasionally, typically by sending their niece wildly inappropriate gifts to accompany postcards detailing their travels. For example, on her tenth birthday, she received a vibrator with absolutely no explanation on what it was further than "we hope you like this as much as we did." On her thirteenth birthday she received a box of condoms. Eighteenth birthday was dental dams in assorted flavors. Yona's glad that they're so... accepting and sex-positive, but she learned not to open their presents in front of other people.

Miscellaneous Info:

She doesn’t really like any nicknames based on her first name, but accepts other nicknames if they aren’t awful. “Yones” is the only one that’s close to okay if you’re her dear friend, but even that’s on thin ice.

For having such a bubbly personality, she’s very interested in dark topics. A bit of a perky goth, if you will, who wears waaaay too much eyeliner sometimes.

Yona thinks of herself as the secondary character in a gothic romance novel... or even just a straight-up romance novel. Sometimes she can get a little girl-crazy, but it used to be much worse up until a couple short years back.

She got very into thrifting and vintage in college, and has some slight hoarding tendencies.

She has no idea that she is a terrible liar and isn’t quite aware that she’s kind of a poser.

Someone should probably stop her from drinking so much Red Bull.

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jasbutler​:

“I don’t think rumors about it being a prank are a great idea.” Rumors about other things, though…the fall festival was coming up, and there was always a haunted famrhouse. They could definitely use that to their advantage. “Nothing’s creepier than ghosts - they all say they wanna see one, but they would absolutely shit themselves if they did.” Jas, of course, being on the front lines of where they were - because they would surely wind up at one of the only two all night stops in town - she could help spread rumors. “And absolutely nothing is creepier than little girl ghosts, y’know what I’m saying?”

Yona sighed dramatically, but then made a weary noise that sounded sort of like ‘okay.’ That was the most agreement that was going to happen, and it was close enough to promising not to spread that particular rumor. “Please, there are much creepier things than ghosts. Like... wraiths. Or boys who think they could turn me,” Yona said, getting very sidetracked mid-sentence per usual. She did get herself back on track when she got excited to talk about part of the actual topic. “Little girl ghosts are admittedly the creepiest kind of ghost, though. You’re right about that. Any way we could wipe the town off the map?”

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sunnytandon​:

In a bizarre coincidence Yona had appeared at the same time a customer was calling to let Sunny know that the website wad down.  Sunny knew enough about technology.  He could use his phone and laptop without needing to call on his pre-teen daughter with any simple questions like where did that tab go?  why did the screen minimize?  When it came to anything beyond that he was useless.  It might as well all be a different language to him.  His gaze flickers between the orange and Yona, too stunned to question the turn of events.  “I learned very early on not to question your method or your madness,” Sunny smirks.  “I’m not needed on the Montes farm for another–” he looks at his watch.  “five hours.  I got nothing but time.  Can I get your some coffee from the break room while you work your magic?”

“Cool, thanks!” Yona wasn’t quite sure she’d characterize herself as full of ‘madness,’ but she didn’t find that offensive, so she would roll with it. “Mm, I’ve already caffeinated, but break room coffee does sound appealing... No thanks, actually.” She was a little concerned about how she was supposed to work her magic here because a lot of it was going to be picking Sunny’s brain to remember passwords. Management of passwords wasn’t really Yona’s strong suit- she usually made software do it for her. At least five hours seemed like more than enough time to get the website under control. She didn’t want to say that out loud, though- not if that was going to speak the forces of bad luck into existence and ruin the generous timeframe. “I’m going to need you with me so we can get this under control. Do you need coffee or vitamin C before we start?” She offered up the orange again, not sure why he hadn’t taken it.

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jordanmadeline​:

Madeline let out a little laugh - the kids in this town ( and yes, she knew they weren’t really kids, they were in their 20s, but when you were busy with mortgages and first periods and trying to pay bills, anyone under the age of 30 was still a child for her )  were always too nice to her, but she backed away obediently, giving the other some time to breathe. 

“Okay, first thing. I’m Madeline - you might know my sister, Hadley, but she might be a few years older than you too. I dunno. Anyways, I’m a mom and I’m well equipped to figure out what the bam was - my daughter has them constantly, and if I can surface a paper on the dust bowl from underneath the refrigerator, we can certainly find your hangers.” The post office itself was only about a block away, so there wasn’t a lot of space that it could have disappeared in - or, on the contrary, too much space. “Did you stop in anywhere else between there and here? The diner? The convenience store? Did you get a phone call? I know it’s a lot of questions, but I promise there’s a purpose - if we can narrow down the area to cover, we’ll be able to find them easier.” 

Yona had a bad case of tunnel vision at the worst of times. If she didn’t need to pay attention to something, she essentially either a) discarded it from her working memory or b) remembered it incompletely and could only describe it confusingly. It probably wasn’t the best behavior when living in a small town with barely any people, but it left her brain freed up for a multitude of very important things- like knowing more than a person had any right to about the gameplay of Kingdom Hearts. “Uh, I mean, if you’re asking if I know someone who looks like you but younger, maybe? But I’m paying attention to you now because it’s kind of difficult noto.” Moms were hot. It was just a fact of life. She didn’t exactly think that moms with kids that she was old enough to poorly tutor would reciprocate her attentions, and Yona also didn’t think this was such a good idea... Focus, she told herself, clapping a hand to her face lightly to try to pull herself back into the moment. You need your hangers back- not to crash and burn with Madeline, even if she’s got really pretty lips and is a total MILF and- no. Nope. You are not doing this. Focus! This definitely wasn’t working.

“I stopped by a lot of places. I went to the diner, and then I went to the other diner because sometimes you want to eat two things but one place makes it better than the other. And at some point between those two I sat on the street. I also went to the bookshop, but I could remember why I went there, so I had to leave. I did get a phone call, but I didn’t pick it up because they were just trying to get me to donate blood. Uh... I don’t really remember which order I went to all of those places, but I also had to go to the bathroom at one point. One of the diners. Does that help?”

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jasbutler​:

“Don’t think I won’t, Yona-Bee,” she grinned, already planning on where the tallest tree she could think of was. Probably at the edge of the farmlands, but it was easy enough to lure Yona out there with the whine of boredom and the possibility of an adventure. 

“Gross,” she sighed, knowing that Yona was undoubtedly right. Her tips would be shit, her quiet nights would be ruined - they’d survive bouncing between Jas and Mason at the diner, or Yona and Asher at the gas station. None of them would have any reprieve, and already she wondered how many boring white dudes with glasses she’d have to threaten just to shut up and stop setting up sound booths in her diner. “I give it another week or two before they’re crawling over each other. Even worse - what if the tiktokers arrive? Some of them are somehow grimier than the podcasters.” 

Yona made a mental note to never mention trees ever again. That wouldn’t be easy, but she would have to try. It was that or have to face sheer embarrassment at one time or another. “Ugh, no, I can’t have anyone ruin Tiktok for me. If we want to really keep away the invaders, we could spread rumors that it turned out to all be an elaborate prank... Is that too unkind? I just want the research team to stay away, and it’s inevitable that you get to be the first line of defense.” It was Yona’s firm belief that food service was by far the most difficult of all professions, and that was why after one fateful college semester, she had never returned to that line of work. Jas was made of iron for being able to put up with this much nonsense. “But really, isn’t there something we can do to keep town from being overrun by too many gawkers? I’m willing to get creative- especially if it’s fun for us.”

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amurdock​:

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Andrew had to hold back the urge to laugh at the whole situation, instead he only snorted and shook his head at the whole scene in front of him. “That comparison depends. How big was the box? Was it heavy or too light? Did it have any mark on it that would allow someone to assume it belonged to someone else? There are way too many factors that would influence how this situation goes: something to be made fun of, or something to be taken seriously. The question here is, what is it going to be?”

“I don’t know. I could carry it just fine. I guess it was the size of a large rock. It was an Amazon box. Brown. Says ‘Amazon’ on it, probably, and my name on the address label. If you know another ‘Yona Greenspan’ in town, I’d be very surprised. Has the funky tape that has threads in it that threaten to cut up your hands if you look at them wrong.” She waved a hand around, disturbed by the very thought of having to open yet another box and fight the thread tape again just to get what she needed. “If you’re going to make fun of me for losing something, I can take it, but it’s not going to help me find my stuff.” 

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@sunnytandon​​

It was morning, and Yona had way more energy than anyone needed to at this hour. She was bouncy even without caffeine in her system, and she had very much had caffeine. "I’m sure calling you a ‘geriatric millennial’ is probably offensive, so I’ll skip the lecture and get to the not-fun part. No cap, it looks like your domain name lapsed, and I don’t have access to your accounts. Not a bad thing, but what we’ve got of your website’s down until we get this figured out.” Yona held out an orange to Sunny. It might have seemed like she pulled it out of nowhere, but her outfit that day just happened to have a really excellent pocket system. Great for early mornings. She didn’t address the orange. “You’re probably wondering why I showed up here in the morning instead of calling like a normal person. Calling someone too early in the morning is hella rude. Well, I think calling at all is weird, but that’s not important. I’m here, I’m queer, and it’s time to get online... This is a good time, right?” 

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@josieworthen​

Yona had been trying not to let herself get too absorbed in little crushes that weren’t going anywhere. She didn’t want to be that girl that she had been in college- nursing five infatuations at a time and doing a terrible job of making any of them go anywhere happy. Falling in love and finding the love of her life hadn’t worked out. After getting her heart smashed too pieces a few too many times, she was slightly less haphazard about things. It helped that there were only so many people she was potentially interested in town that she hadn’t already tried shooting her shot with. She couldn’t really help herself sometimes, though, and Josie was super nice and pretty. And who didn’t love a good MILF?

“So, like, onions make people cry on purpose to avoid using them, right?” When talking to hot women that you didn’t stand a chance with, it was rarely best to lead with the first random topic that came to mind. However, Yona wasn’t very good at following standard advice, and these were the things that occurred to her. So they had to be important. And she couldn’t get this thought out of her head. “You’d think that they would have made themselves poisonous or something instead because they’re not doing a good job at being unpopular. Garlic’s doing an even worse job, I think. Maybe they need new vegetable PR.” At least she hadn’t started with a weird compliment. That would probably slip out later.

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thrasherkaplan​:

Asher wore his clothes down to threads, a habit that carried over from childhood.  Now that he was an adult he found he much preferred to spend his hard earned… well moderately hard earned cash on just about anything else.  Usually food.  He already has his phone out of his pocket and has his thumb hovering over the number he dialed most– the local pizza shop.  “I was thinking pizza but I could be talked into a potential calzone situation.”

Yona thought that clothing was an easy impulse buy- especially because she hadn’t changed sizes much since she was about eighteen. She wasn’t looking forward to having to figure out how to alter anything when that did inevitably happen, but she would indulge herself in this one thing. And every other cheap impulse purchase that came to mind. “Both are good, but pizza sounds better to me. Calzones sound too bready right now, and you can’t see inside to know if the topping distribution is on point. Yeah?” 

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jasbutler​:

“Don’t be a loser,” Jas said, flicking some whipped cream at Yona. “You know I love the company. I’m bored outta my mind here - I already ruined Mason’s crossword puzzle book he left behind and I need something to keep me from taking a nap.” Not that it would be the first time - or the last, she was sure. Sometimes the benches on the booths were just too comfortable. 

“Besides, do you even know how to climb a tree anymore? We’re not 12, I don’t know if you could manage it.” She shot her best friend a grin, clearly baiting her - not that there were trees outside the diner or anything anyways. She switched subjects easily, back to the one she had been trying to grapple for days, despite her easy nature. “You’re really not worried about what happened at the farm?” she asked, voice a little quieter than normal. “I mean, we know it wasn’t the kid. Whoever did this is still out there.” 

“Maybe I could call the diner’s line more so you can pretend to be tied up talking to a customer.” Yona flicked some whipped cream right back, and had to stop herself from sticking out her tongue and being too childish. She wanted to have some of the moral high ground here... however that could be defined. The curfew was worthless, and she’d rarely abided by one unless it was convenient for her. “I said at a tree, not in a tree. You really don’t think I could climb a tree anymore? ...Remind me next time we see a tree.” Hopefully it wouldn’t be a really difficult tree. With her luck, Jasmin was going to find the tallest tree stripped of good climbing branches.

“I’m worried as far as ‘how many strangers with podcasts are going to show up in town’ but nah, the farm thing’s definitely run its course. Just because the guy out there did something like this once doesn’t mean they’re coming back here. Should we invest in security cameras ourselves?” Yona didn’t honestly think it was the son either- from one kid who wore too much black clothing to another. It could be cool to find out more about the why, but not with these leads. It was best to put this one out of mind for now. 

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jordanmadeline​:

“Okay, I’m going to need you to breathe,” Madeline offered, gently placing her hands on the others shoulders, hoping to help her settle. She was younger than her sister - though Hadley would have probably known her anyways, because she always seemed to know everyone. “I doubt Amazon has stolen your hangers, but let’s figure out what’s happened with them.” 

Problem solving was easy - work yourself backwards until you found the source of the issue and rectify it from there. “Were they ever in your possession? Or are you waiting for them to be delivered? If it’s the latter, were they supposed to go to your house or the post office, because if it’s the post office, we’re gonna need to go there and see what’s going on. I’m constantly missing packages from them, so they’re well aware of who I am by now.” 

This absolutely was not helping Yona settle down. The last thing that she needed right now was to let her mind make up ridiculous fantasies about why a beautiful thirty-something woman was taking her so delicately by the shoulders. Getting distracted wasn’t helping her find her hangers. “You’re making breathing very difficult right now by being this close,” she said earnestly. That was the best way to not come off as a total creep and to actually accomplish the important task at hand.

Backing up, Yona started to gesticulate wildly- very normal for her. “Yeah, that’s the saddest part of all! I had the box. It was all mine. I was going to take it home from the post office, I make it outside, I do... stuff... and then bam, gone. Okay, maybe I didn’t hear a ‘bam,’ but it was a mental bam. Before I knew it, my stuff’s missing.” She was so excited to talk and trying to evade certain parts of conversation, so the explanation didn’t make the most sense.

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amurdock​:

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There were confusing people and then there was this person next to him. Andrew just simply stood there listening for her to ramble honestly curious as to how in the world would someone lose certain items like that. Random? That was an understatement! “I…am sorry, I know this shouldn’t be too entertaining as it is but, sticks and hangers?” He asked, a small chuckle as he kept staring at her. “How in the hell does someone loses a box popsicles and hangers? Are you sure you are okay?” The male asked, debating if he should call someone for help or not.

Yona pouted, not realizing that her important grown-up problems were someone else’s entertainment. She took Andrew’s words seriously, though, because she thought he was really cool. “You lose a box like you lose anything. Put them down somewhere, and forget where they are. Or someone takes them. I’m about fifty/fifty at this point between me just having misplaced them and someone else taking them.” She crossed her arms, frustrated by the reaction and her lack of clarity. “I’m fine physically, but mentally I really just want my stuff back, okay? This is a really difficult time for me.”

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jordanmadeline​:

Madeline stopped short in her tracks; the girl was hardly panicking, but definitely not altogether there either. It kinda reminded her of her own daughter, ( hopefully ) sitting safely in the primary school while Madeline ran errands. It wasn’t always easy around town - they didn’t have much available to them - but a walk to the main street for some basic supplies was both exercise and errands, wrapped into one. 

“What were you doing with hangers and popsicle sticks anyways?” she asked, trying to figure out what kinda craft the other was making. “I mean, I’ve made some wacky things for my kid throughout the years, but I’m not quite sure what you’ve got going.” 

Yona ran her hands through her hair, clearly frustrated. She wasn’t exactly hearing anything particularly calming, and she really wanted those hangers to be found. She wasn’t an anxious person by nature, but she was definitely an emotional and dramatic one. When she had a problem, the whole world was the first to hear about it.

“Getting them shipped to me. I only need the hangers. This isn’t for a craft. It’s for Amazon to ruin my shipment, and possibly try to steal my package back from me.” Yona had definitely had a couple of packages stolen from her before, and she was quite concerned that something like that was going to happen again sometime soon. Today, even. Who didn’t need hangers, even if they came from an opened box? Any package could have value to a serial eBay seller. Ugh, was she going to have to swear off eBay now? Probably. “You can have the popsicle sticks for your kid if you help me find the hangers.”

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jasbutler​:

“Pretty sure,” Jas replied dryly, setting the cup in the mixer before working to prepare her own. Novelty of the job - she wondered how much money dear old Harry really lost when she was on shift. No wonder she hadn’t had a raise in years. “He’s too cheap to invest in that when no one’s been arrested or actively shooting up meth in the kitchen. So long as we keep that shit outta here, I think we’re safe from him.” 

She shook the whipped cream, swirling it around the glass cup before presenting Yona with her specialty - basic, for the night, but the next food order hadn’t come in yet so she couldn’t load it up with all her extras. “Why you out so late anyways,” she asked, shoving a straw into her own cup and drinking straight from the mixer when it was done. “Shouldn’t you be like, abiding by the new curfew or something? Never know when dead beat Johnnie Walker’s gonna come bursting through town again.” 

Yona leaned her elbows on the counter, and considered Harry’s suspicious motivations. “’Kay, well I’m reassured now that I know nobody’s doing meth in the kitchen. You know Harry three hundred and seventeen times better than I do.” Since Yona didn’t know him at all, that was safe to say. Getting herself legitimately kicked out of one of the town’s few establishments wasn’t her favorite idea in the world.

“Curfews don’t do anything except ruin trick-or-treating. I don’t even remember when curfew is supposed to be- that’s how little I pay attention to it. Besides, living in the middle of nowhere’s always been dangerous. Literally nothing’s changed, and clearly none of this affects us.” In Yona’s mind, this was all a fascinating story that had was completely self-contained. If anything had happened outside of one troubled family, she might have other feelings, but it wasn’t worth pinning the blame on anyone at this point. Fascinating, but not worth compromising her own safety. A house wasn’t more protection than the cover of darkness. She ran a finger over the bottom of the glass. “If you never want me to visit you at work again I can go bother someone else. The gas station is only thrilling for so long. And I guess I could hang out at... a tree. That seems safe.”

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thrasherkaplan​:

“Putting clothes away is simply a waste of time when you can have a clean clothes bin and a dirty clothes bin.  It’s call efficiency,” Asher shrugs with a smirk.  Truly this was the first time he even had room for a dresser if he wanted it.  His room in the house was almost the size of the old trailer he used to live in, but old habits died hard.  He can’t help but laugh at the reference, “Hey that sure beats the alternative.”  When it seems like the items weren’t going to turn up Asher leans in the doorframe.  “What would you say to a snack break?”  

“See, I tried the bin thing, but then I wound up with too many clothes. I’m winning the clothes battle here, Mr. Efficiency. While you have... something practical.” Having too many thrifted clothes was not necessarily the best thing to be bragging about, but she didn’t actually care about winning. Not being able to find her clothes versus having to get organized was a frustrating battle to deal with. “I would say that I am basically always up for a snack break. What kind of snack did you have in mind? But if you say popsicles, I’m going to be pissed.”

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jasbutler​:

Jas placed her hand on her chin, stroking it like she was giving it some thought - “nah, I don’t wanna ruin the fruity pebbles, and the only kind we got here is off brand anyways. That might be a homemade concoction,” she shrugged, pushing herself up off the ground before holding out a hand for Yona. The two of them together were disaster prone, but one fire a night was probably good enough. 

“Tell ya what,” she offered, pulling out the ice cream from the deep freeze, “I’ll pay you for helping me with a milkshake - you know no one can beat mine, and I’ll even throw in some extra whipped cream.” She tossed the five pound case on the counter tops, finding the big silver cups she needed to mix the shake up. “Thank god Harry never actually invested in security cams - could you imagine if he did? I’d definitely be fired by now, and you’d be like, banned for once again crossing behind the counter top. He might as well start paying you at this point.” 

Oh well, Yona’s superior grilled cheese idea would have to wait for another day- if she remembered it. With a grateful smile, she accepted the hand, and stood up. One problem down.  “You’re the expert on food here. Since you spent so much time around it. Learning by osmosis probably has some validity to it.” 

Yona hadn’t been expecting to get paid for any of this. It didn’t really compute. Friend in trouble... help friend and make some terrible jokes along the way. Of course she wasn’t going to say no to an offer like that, though. “Oh my gosh, yes please. You’re one hundred percent right. I’ve never had a better milkshake than one of yours.” Sure, she’d take it, though. Who was going to turn down free stuff? “Are you sure that Harry never set up security cams... and straight-up doesn’t watch them unless he feels like it? Having someone watch the tapes every day is like its own job if you don’t know what you’re looking for.” Suddenly this idea made her a little concerned that it might have a touch of reality attached to it, and looked around for where cameras could possibly go. If she were a super secret spy camera, where would she go... Probably somewhere to try to catch customers rather than employees lightening up a boring shift.

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elijahbcktt​:

“I have not tried that…” he mumbled in the middle of her rambling, as he understood that containing Yona’s freak out was a lost cause. Luckily, living in a large city for a decade has prepared himself well for a fast-talker. “If it helps any, I’ve got a box of hangers back at my grandma’s. Ya just gotta tell me what you need hangers for and they’re all yours.”

“But those are your hangers! You might end up needing them. One day you’ll think to yourself, ‘Beckett, you won’t need all of these hangers. You’ll never break enough hangers, need to loan them out to friends, lose them in mysterious circumstances, and then wind up with not nearly enough hangers to your name.’” Yona shook her head and tsked, more at herself than at Elijah. As much as she loved owning things that had a provenance, hangers were becoming a special sort of case. “That’s based on a true story, so you should probably listen to me. And then what if I found my box of hangers and popsic- craft sticks? Would I give those to you instead?”