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"Yeah it's just coffee." Velma gestured the mug. She dug through her pockets to retrieve the packs of brown sugar and a handful of creamer pots. She liked to put as much of pure coffee in the mug and sugarify it once she got to her desk. Seemed the most efficient way instead of lingering by the coffee pot embarrassing herself with a gluttonous display of two mugs at a time. "I may or may not have already had over three cups and less than ten n the past 24 hours but you will never find any proof of it."
junho raised his eyebrows as he saw the amount of sugar and creamer she took out of her pockets though he didn't really say anything about it. he let out a small chuckle when he was told that she in fact already had quite a bit more coffee. he wondered if the effects of having that much coffee would be the same here as it was when they were alive. "you sound like someone i knew. but hey less than ten of this size coffee," he gave a nod towards one of the mug he just took from her, "that's not too bad." he closed the diary to see how many packs of sugar she would actually put in her coffee. "what brought you to the library this time?"
How much caffeine was too much caffeine? Probably something she should have considered before returning to the table with two mugs of coffee. Whatever was happening in this town, she planned to get to the bottom of it. Most cases had been hoaxes. Of course, more recent encounters such as the zombies and ghosts were evidence that the supernatural was real. But Velma believed in man's folly more than the grim reaper and her best weapon was knowledge.
Looking at the two mugs in her hands, they popped their head over to the person at the neighboring table.
"Can I interest you in coffee? I don't think it's smart to subject my body to this much caffeine."
junho found a diary from a previous resident, had been reading it through to learn what kind of life the person had while they were in renata hollow. he wasn't surprised to read about dreams and regrets but was glad to read, so far anyway, that most of the diary was filled with things they enjoyed doing and people they got to know. tearing his attention away, he was greeted with two of what he assumed to be coffee-filled mugs and someone who might've regretted having two at once. "sure. although, if those are your only two so far, i think you'll be just fine. coffee, right? not one of those fancy drink that's a mix of a lot of things that also includes coffee."
"well, neither am i," daphne countered, "but, like, i’ve seen a movie set in the time period, and this looks exactly like something they wore," she assured him with certainty. smoothing the fabric once more before decisively adding the dress into her overflowing buy pile. her gaze inadvertantly drifted to what he was wearing as he spoke before flicking to the rack he was browsing through. "yeah… you might be right about that," she agreed candidly. "i’m guesing your aesthetic is more the ‘throw-on-whatever-is-easiest-and-call-it-a-day’ kind. i know the type well." instantly a man who favored spice and a lime green t-shirt with maroon pants popped into her mind. however, she stopped herself short of becoming too sentimental. it didn’t do well to dwell on life pre-death. with that thought pushed to the backburner, she quickly added, "do you want help picking something… else?"
"movie set?" he said, not quite expecting that for an explanation. he did expect her possibly mentioning seeing the style in movies. close, he supposed. "hey," junho made a protest even though he wasn't really offended. he didn't really put too much attention to what he wore for the day as long as it was comfortable and it didn't stop him from doing his job. the latter mattered less lately. "what's wrong with just having on what's easiest?" he added, for good measure. he was taking a glance at her pile, seemed to be a lot there and he wondered if there was an event that he hadn't heard, when he heard her question. it took him a moment to realize that she wasn't asking for his help to pick another clothes, that she was asking if he needed help picking one. "unless there's an event that i don't know about, i think i'm okay. i just need a couple of sweatpants. from this decade, preferably."
"uh... no. not really." the pause was a little too long for his own liking. he wasn't sure why he really was considering that maybe he could talk about it to someone. "not sure how to say it, to be honest." how to say that, some days, a small part of him wished that yeona would appear. but, the moment he had that thought, he got rid of it immediately. his fiancee was found. that was a good thing. "how long you've been here?" he asked instead.
@bewitchcs sent: ❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it… ❞ — from buffy
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daphne blake lingered between the racks at second threads, idly flipping through a hanger before letting it fall back into place with a soft rustle. “okay,” she exclaimed, turning her focus from the variety of clothing towards the other in the shop. “this place is like the world’s chicest time capsule. i mean—,” she lifted up a soft lavender satin slip dress trimmed with delicate lace at the hem, holding it up against herself with a thoughtful tilt of her head. “isn’t this, like… so effortlessly glamorous in a ‘midnight at a rooftop party in 1920s paris’ kind of way?”
junho dropped by second threads partially to see if they had something like sweats or t-shirts that didn't look like it was from decades ago. some other part of him was also curious about the people who once were here and clothes sometimes could tell how a person lived their lives. her words pulled his attention away from a rack filled with sweatpants, tilting his head slightly as he took a look at the dress. "i'm not from the 1920s. nor paris. it does look glamorous," he replied. was this place had been around since 1920s? that was an interesting thought. "but i think i'm the wrong person to ask."
신준호 // ha jun. cis man. he/him. missing: the other side ⸻ i swear i’ve seen SHIN JUNHO around renata before… it could just be that they remind me of SOMEDAY by MIDO AND FALASOL. people say the THIRTY-TWO year old showed up SEVEN WEEKS ago. just… appeared, like the rest of them. the last thing they remember is GOING TO THE WOODS TO FIND SOMEONE. but no one ends up here by accident, and sooner or later, everyone gets asked the same thing — do you want to be found? ⸻
what’s your name?
He gave the two of them a look when they introduced themselves, about to make a remark, torn between wanting to ask or turned a blind eye to whatever they were up to this time. But, the words said to him by that person earlier stopped him from doing so. If those words were true, that he was indeed had died, then for once, they weren't up to their usual antics. Sort of. "Shin Junho, as you already know," he answered, taking a seat across from them. "How many places like these that the two of you are able to see anyway?"
what’s the last thing you remember before you got here? take your time… you don’t have to remember everything. anything you can remember is enough.
He paused for a moment, trying to remember what did he remember. He remembered getting the call about the bus 'crash'. He remembered going into the woods. He also remembered someone screaming about landmines but he couldn't be certain if it was over the radio or if they were with him at the woods, trying to warn him to watch where he was going. And then... Nothing. "Getting a call when we were giving out flyers," he answered, keeping the rest of the memories to himself, for now.
do you remember how and where you died?
This one he could answer with a bit more certainty. "No, I don't remember anything regarding that." Which was the truth. Was it the landmines that killed him? Or was it that guy's associates? He couldn't even say if the woods was where he died. One thing he knew for certain, he wasn't about to put their lives in danger. "Memories can be tricky, you know that. Let the team deal with answering those questions."
is there anyone who might still be looking for you? family, friends… anyone at all? do you want us to contact them?
A smirk was tossed their way, followed by raised eyebrows. "Other than the two of you?" Okay, maybe he should gave them a little slack. It was always different when it involved a person you knew, maybe even cared about. He didn't really see himself as that important even though they got close after they helped him found his fiancee. But, if one of them were to be missing, he would do everything in his power to find them and he wouldn't stop until they were found. Oh, well, he wouldn't be able to now. But, he knew there were people who would. "The team, when I don't show up for work and they can't contact me. And my, uh, my grandmother, possibly. You could contact them. I'm not sure what you can say to them though. Or if they'll believe you." A pause. "Tell them, I'm sorry."
now, the most important, do you want us to find your body? if we do, that means you’ll move on… that you’ll disappear from here as well.
There it was, a question that drilled further that he really was dead. Funny, he still didn't feel dead. No one here knew him. And if, by any chance, it took them a while to find his body and he got to know the people here, he would assumed that they'd be happy to see each other disappear. It wasn't as if he could come back to life. "Please do, if you're able to. And don't feel bad if you can't do it quickly. Besides, the other residents are more important."
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