#90sjubilation

‘Aw, man, you gotta be kiddin’ me!’ Lúcio’s not coping well with finding out where he’s supposed to be living now. The third district is itself is somewhat sketchy, questionable at best -- he tries not to judge it so hard (it’s easy to remember what people think of his home), but given the level of goodwill put forth by the scientists that have them all trapped here like rats?

He’s more inclined to believe they’re more along the lines of Vishkar than anything akin to his countrymen, and so he looks on the area with distaste. There’s someone else in the area -- otherwise deserted, thank you -- that he looks to, slides on over to.

from what he remembered of the stark expos, the future was brightly colored. machinery and technology... it all had this shine. this bubble gum pop, almost like a sports uniform, to suggest it was meant to be set apart from the drab colors a city like brooklyn could have. he loved brooklyn -- one of the few memories that didn’t quite disappear -- but god damn was it dry to look at, sometimes.

and he wondered, spotting a particularly colorful young lady, if she, too, were somehow a part of that future he’d long dreamt of. what had been so exciting, at one point, now just.... was. he was in it, he and all of these other people.

she, too, was just there. but instead of seamless transition, she stuck out like this was somehow still brooklyn and she was somehow displaced in it all. 

when he could scrape together the nerve to rent a library book or two, he’d often liked the sci-fi genre; she seemed like a hero in one of those books, a space traveler. something like that. he stared down at his journal - the only possession to survive this... trip, of sorts -- and opened a new page.

                   yellow is a nice color. i wonder if i liked it as much as i do now.

she made eye contact and he immediately ducked away, perhaps out of habit, occupying himself with his writings. how careless of him, though he was beginning to wonder if there was anything to run from here but himself. 

word association - accepting!

MUSE REACTING TO YOUR MUSE - accepting!

♡ - complimenting them.

“I’m... sure it’s not that bad,” Athena says, even as Widget simultaneously chirps, “Yup!”

With a quiet snort to himself, Iruka figures that conversation will end in him just buying a new one. Neither outcome does him much good right now, however, and so he sighs instead and resigns himself to sheltering here for awhile. 

It’s as he’s untying his hair and twisting it up into a bun to keep it from dripping so much down his neck that a girl appears next to him, presumably to escape the storm too. Mildly surprised, but more amused, Iruka chuckles and decides to greet the newcomer. “Hello there.”

meme | accepting

[internal screaming]