Oh, hell. Another thing she can't really explain with words. Astrid dithers a little, starting the car, pulling out of the parking space, driving toward the exit.... She can't tell him the truth because she doesn't know all of it, herself. But a lie would be... probably really transparent to the point of insulting his intelligence. GUH.
OH, HEY.
"Well, she's--woah, they finally rebuilt that office building and it's /ugly./"
Still, there's the conversational distraction they need for at least a couple minutes. Hopefully.
It's odd humour, yes, but she's seen the things that make Walter chortle. She's used to it.
"Yeah, but... office buildings don't usually look so... deliberately thrown together at random." Indeed, it has a very sturdy, finished, and moreover expensive look, but it also has a crazy-quilt look to it, all a jumble of geometric shapes and building materials.
Don't feel bad, nobody will ever be on Walter's level. He's a member of a species consisting entirely of Walter Bishop.
Astrid makes a wry face at the thought. "I dunno. Though I have a sneaking suspicion it's full of accountants." She would have said insurance agents, but they're kind of not a thing right now....
You'll have a hard time convincing Astrid that things aren't going to get better for her and the Bishops and Donald. Her optimism can't be killed by something as inconsequential as a 20-year occupation from the future. Pshaw, sez she. Pshaw and fie.
"That's right," she answers. "We have to stick to that."
See?
She's driving them into a residential district, now, one that seems to have survived relatively intact, if a bit... dirty. Even after the atmospheric degradation engines were dismantled and the sun came out again, things still looked somehow... dirt-coated, like the tail end of winter, though that won't actually come for another few months. The apartment buildings and duplexes appear to at least be lived in, though.
Everyone and everything is bundled out of that tiny little car and heading up the sidewalk.
"Peter's... not initially sociable when it comes to people visiting him, mainly because he's usually working on something and doesn't like being distracted. But he warms up pretty quick."
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OH, HEY.
"Well, she's--woah, they finally rebuilt that office building and it's /ugly./"
It... kinda is.
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He blinks, turning to look at the building she's bringing up. Uh...huh. "It is an office building."
...Weird humor.
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Still, there's the conversational distraction they need for at least a couple minutes. Hopefully.
It's odd humour, yes, but she's seen the things that make Walter chortle. She's used to it.
"Yeah, but... office buildings don't usually look so... deliberately thrown together at random." Indeed, it has a very sturdy, finished, and moreover expensive look, but it also has a crazy-quilt look to it, all a jumble of geometric shapes and building materials.
Just keep discussing that building, Astrid.
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"What do they work on in there?"
Why change the topic back to sad things? He clearly doesn't want to.
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Astrid makes a wry face at the thought. "I dunno. Though I have a sneaking suspicion it's full of accountants." She would have said insurance agents, but they're kind of not a thing right now....
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"It's creative. There hasn't been as much creativity as there should be."
Conversation is difficult with his mind running into sad thoughts like a metaphorical brick wall, again and again.
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"You know, you're right. And that makes it kind of beautiful."
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Maybe he's choosing his words too carefully. "For the world", not for the Bishops and Astrid.
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"That's right," she answers. "We have to stick to that."
See?
She's driving them into a residential district, now, one that seems to have survived relatively intact, if a bit... dirty. Even after the atmospheric degradation engines were dismantled and the sun came out again, things still looked somehow... dirt-coated, like the tail end of winter, though that won't actually come for another few months. The apartment buildings and duplexes appear to at least be lived in, though.
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Silence for a bit. "Thank you for inviting me."
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Oh, hey, now they're pulling into a parking lot. Disregard the giant letters floating about fifteen feet up, proclaiming the address.
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OD on niceness imminent.
"Peter's home?"
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Astrid parks her car and looks over at him. "Mhm!" she answers brightly.
Of course Astrid knows where Peter lives. Astrid knows all.
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"I have a feeling he didn't want us here." Awkward...
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"Peter's... not initially sociable when it comes to people visiting him, mainly because he's usually working on something and doesn't like being distracted. But he warms up pretty quick."
In they go.