2014-01-19 16:05
acautionarytale
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Astrid hadn't been kidding when she said this house had plenty of room. It's a big, sprawling, two-storey... thing on a corner in a residential district that's slowly putting itself back together. Sure the place looks a little worn on the outside....
...But on the inside she's managed to make it an actual home. The place used to belong to a Loyalist couple who, sadly, no longer need it. Astrid has, interestingly, made a habit of appropriating abandoned Loyalist property, mainly because the current provisional governmant considers them forfeit. First come first served, and it seems the Fringe team won't ever have to pay for anything again in this area. So she moved out all the Loyalist propaganda and managed to get in some real furniture and decor. It's a warm and inviting and roomy place that needs explored.
...But on the inside she's managed to make it an actual home. The place used to belong to a Loyalist couple who, sadly, no longer need it. Astrid has, interestingly, made a habit of appropriating abandoned Loyalist property, mainly because the current provisional governmant considers them forfeit. First come first served, and it seems the Fringe team won't ever have to pay for anything again in this area. So she moved out all the Loyalist propaganda and managed to get in some real furniture and decor. It's a warm and inviting and roomy place that needs explored.
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She hasn't let go of his hand, though, even though part of her mind tells her she should leave him be. Because maybe he shouldn't be alone right now. Maybe she shouldn't he alone right now, either.
A tear falls from her eye and hits the sheet with a tiny plop.
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No one's come to visit him but her. Does he even have friends?
"This wasn't the way it was meant to be."
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Astrid gives up and sits on the edge of the bed.
"I know it's not. But..." and here her natural optimism takes over and words just seem to fall out. "...we're still here. And we have to make the best of it. Neither of them would want us to give up."
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Without him. He supposes he's jealous.
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Please please please let some optimism rub off? Please? She carefully reaches around the tubes and wires to hug him.
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"What are you going to do?"
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"Maybe I'll get a regular job," she muses, half-smiling. "Cashier or pizza delivery. And then implode from boredom in a month."
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Holy crap! Icon!
I don't even know who you are anymore.
"Walter would be furious if you'd said that to him."
He'd love even 'angry Walter' to be here, right now.
ASTRID HAS BEEN EATEN BY ALIENS. MUAH HA HA HA HA
She makes an amused sound at what he says, though. "Don't I know it. I'd be wasting my potential even worse than Peter."
Tellya the truth, she'd rather have angry Walter than no Walter, too.
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"Does it seem like the FBI and American law will return?" He's behind on reading the news. Too much sleep.
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Astrid hmms at the question. "I'm not sure about the FBI, yet. People are slowly trying to put our own legal system back together, but it's kind of frontier law out there right now. People for the most part would rather get along than not, though."
She knows it won't last, but she's enjoying it while she can. Sure there were lootings when the Invaders first vanished, but people seem to have calmed downand would much rather rebuild at the moment. It's one of those times when people put aside differences to repair their surroundings.
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"That's something. I hope it's taught people to keep on getting along, long term."
No more wars, less crime, no murder? It'd be nice.