[Right around Lunchtime, Eleanor was standing near the retrospec mailboxes, dressed in jeans and a light brown winter coat, one hand in her pocket, and the other absently turning over her mailbox ticket.]
[She didn't really know what to expect this time, things she had received had ranged from books to shotguns, so there was...a lot of room for concerns. But she was waiting for Rayne to arrive before she had a look.]
[ rayne arrives in jeans and an oversized purple sweater, her hair tied back in a long ponytail. she waves excitedly when she spots the waiting girl, hurrying over. ]
Hi! Hi. Thanks for doing this? Again? I mean, well, not for doing it again, but thank you for it again?
[Eleanor felt a smile tugging at her lips at Rayne's nervous energy, that kind of chipperness could be hard to resist, especially with everything being as messy a sit had been lately.]
Hi. [She returned, straightening up.] And sure. Like I said, I have to pick something up also, so it's no inconvenience for me. Thanks for letting me tag along, really.
[Eleanor already knew what it said, but she glanced down at her ticket anyway, half-reading it off to the other girl.]
'Diving suit attachments.' [She answered, her voice a bit flatter than she meant it to be. She had a pretty strong feeling she knew what it was going to be, which was why she had been putting off picking it up, but she had to get them eventually, right?] Nice and vague, right?
[Eleanor raised an eyebrow at those names. And she thought her tickets were cryptic. Although the precious friend one had her a little concerned. Would they have mailed Rapunzel something alive?]
[Would it still be alive after being in the mailbox? Well, no sense suggesting that unless it seemed more likely...]
Well, I suppose we won't know what they are until we try.
I don't mind at all. [She walked over to the mailboxes, hesitating as she turned the ticket over in her hands.]
I should warn you. [She glanced back at the blonde girl.] Some of the things I've gotten from here have been rather...intense. So I can't promise this won't be. Whatever it is.
[With that, she turned back to the mailboxes and inserted her ticket. After a few seconds, the door popped open and she reached in to retrieve a simple cardboard box about five inches high and a good three feet long.]
Hm.
[She stepped back without opening it, just frowning at it faintly.]
[Eleanor looked up at that idea and smiled faintly.]
I rather doubt it. But it's a nice thought.
[She walked past Rayne, over to a bench, where she set the box down and looked it over. She was a bit hesitant to open it, which was probably painfully obvious.]
[It was easy making it to the art building after class to meet up with Rayne. He had to walk through it to get to some of his other courses, so he knew it well from all the displays and projects that lined the halls.
The real hard part was making it through the class without the urge to sneak out and go to the vending machine...for 90 minutes. Attendance is hard when it's Gen Eds, okay.
But he does! And with a brisk walk as far away from World Lit as he can feasibly get, he arrives at the art building, bag slung over his shoulder.
Just be on the lookout for a tall man with black hair and a stupid bandana around his forehead--you can't miss him.]
[ rayne, on the other hand, is a petite blonde. today she's in jeans and an oversized pink sweater, dangly silver hoop earrings firmly in place and her hair braided back - basically, casual and cutesy. her typical fashion.
[Thankfully, since Crow knew Luci, it's easy to pinpoint who her sister might be just from genetics alone. And lo and behold, when she calls out his name, his eyes soften as he lets his lazy smile spread across his face.]
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[Action, Nov 2nd, Lunchtime]
[She didn't really know what to expect this time, things she had received had ranged from books to shotguns, so there was...a lot of room for concerns. But she was waiting for Rayne to arrive before she had a look.]
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Hi! Hi. Thanks for doing this? Again? I mean, well, not for doing it again, but thank you for it again?
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Hi. [She returned, straightening up.] And sure. Like I said, I have to pick something up also, so it's no inconvenience for me. Thanks for letting me tag along, really.
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[ she's curious if the description is any more useful than her own... ]
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'Diving suit attachments.' [She answered, her voice a bit flatter than she meant it to be. She had a pretty strong feeling she knew what it was going to be, which was why she had been putting off picking it up, but she had to get them eventually, right?] Nice and vague, right?
[She smiled faintly.]
What about you?
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[Would it still be alive after being in the mailbox? Well, no sense suggesting that unless it seemed more likely...]
Well, I suppose we won't know what they are until we try.
[She gestured at the mailbox.]
Would you like to go first, or shall I?
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[ it's not really something she can mess up, but Even So. ]
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I don't mind at all. [She walked over to the mailboxes, hesitating as she turned the ticket over in her hands.]
I should warn you. [She glanced back at the blonde girl.] Some of the things I've gotten from here have been rather...intense. So I can't promise this won't be. Whatever it is.
[With that, she turned back to the mailboxes and inserted her ticket. After a few seconds, the door popped open and she reached in to retrieve a simple cardboard box about five inches high and a good three feet long.]
Hm.
[She stepped back without opening it, just frowning at it faintly.]
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[ but okay. this box looks...
interesting? ]
Maybe you used to have a cat!
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I rather doubt it. But it's a nice thought.
[She walked past Rayne, over to a bench, where she set the box down and looked it over. She was a bit hesitant to open it, which was probably painfully obvious.]
sorry for the illness delay...
[ after all, it isn't hers so it probably won't hurt her!
this logic is absolutely not faulty at all. ]
[Action, Nov 2nd, AFTER CLASS]
The real hard part was making it through the class without the urge to sneak out and go to the vending machine...for 90 minutes. Attendance is hard when it's Gen Eds, okay.
But he does! And with a brisk walk as far away from World Lit as he can feasibly get, he arrives at the art building, bag slung over his shoulder.
Just be on the lookout for a tall man with black hair and a stupid bandana around his forehead--you can't miss him.]
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she beams and waves. ]
Hi!! Crow, right?
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The one and ...possibly only!
Rayne, I take it?
sorry for the illness delay...
[ the benefits of being Twins ]
No worries at all! I hope youre feeling better!
[His shoulders relax, easing himself into the conversation a little more now that the ice is broken.]
You Fairweathers got quite the clan.