[OTA - MINGLE] Town Hall meeting

[markwatney]

WHO: Mark Watney
WHERE: Town Hall
WHEN: 10 Dec 2017, sundown
OPEN TO: All, mingle
WARNINGS: N/A

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Since that tense standoff in front of the peach trees, Kira and I have been waiting to see whether the promises in the letter he'd received would come to fruition. I'd actually left the stolen papers out there longer than I'd intended, not wanting to disrupt the process further if I hadn't already ruined it by catching him in the act. Now that he's confirmed to me the arrival of what, for most people here, would probably be a collection of true treasures, I can't put off the inevitable. We need to let everyone know what's happened, and find out if we're alone in being targets.

Because this morning, I received a "mission" of my own, in the form of a box filled with 3 vacuum-packed, single servings of ground coffee. Speaking of treasure.

Before the breakfast rush, I made a note on the blackboard in the Inn's front room, the writing big and bold enough that nobody should miss it:

VILLAGE MEETING TONIGHT, TOWN HALL, SUNDOWN

Fortunately, there's little enough to entertain a person in this place that plenty of people show. Kira's in the front row with his "gifts," presumably ready to back me up despite not seeming to like me much yet. I guess I can't blame him, although I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the rapport I had with Old Him.

"Hey, everyone," I call out, waving to get the small crowd's attention. "I asked everybody here tonight because we've had a development that I think we all need to know about. Kira here—" I pause, pointing. "Not too long ago, he got a letter. It asked him to steal something of value from someone and take it to the peach trees over on the East Side. It said if he did that, he would be rewarded. When he tried to get rid of the letter, another copy would always turn up. So, he did it. And putting aside that dubiousness for a moment, the reward was delivered. He found some items from his home that couldn't have gotten here without intervention from our hosts. Today, I actually got a box of coffee with a note asking me to take a portion and pass it on. Like a game or a chain letter. The note I got was threatening — If I don't do as asked, it says there will be a punishment. So."

I pull in a deep breath and spread my hands. "I know there's only so much we can realistically do about all of this, but has anybody else gotten anything like this?"



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[markwatney]

"To be honest, you were always sort of a 'fuck off' kind of person, I think you'd just been here long enough that you got slightly less irritated with everyone," I reply, and then smile. "But only slightly."

I pull in a slow breath and shrug. "I wish I had an answer for you, but I think the only answer is time, to be honest. I don't blame you for feeling awkward or like you're an impostor. I don't think anybody would blame you for that. I guess the only advice I'd have is to find things that work for you, not for that other you. You're obviously a different person, you've had different experiences. You don't have to be him. People will get over it."

[3ofswords]

"That might be the most comforting thing I've heard." In the midst of all the we were friends, the projects, the guiding people in from the fountain--he'd just wanted to hear this. He could be an asshole, trying to figure it all out. He could fuck up.

Considering Mark is somewhere between sidelong and turning his head to do it, gaze slanting with his eyebrows. Instead of crossing his arms, he shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his over-sized coat. It's had a wash, but it almost makes him look like he's been here a year--he hadn't taken it off until someone took it off him, face down in the snow.

"Have you gotten over it?"

[markwatney]

"Do I have a choice?" I ask with a huff of laughter, and then shake my head, wanting to make sure he knows I'm teasing.

"Yeah, I mean... I considered you a friend, but I didn't know everything about you and couldn't have laid any kind of claim to you. And really, as your friend, what else can I do if I really want to help you through the shittiness of the situation?" I can't speak for anybody else, but I really hope I'm less self-involved than that.

What strikes me but I don't mention is that it could be worse. There's a benefit to the tragedy of Kira having lost so many of his close friends before he himself up and disappeared. The people pressing on him are greatly diminished.

[3ofswords]

"Did we not just go over the merits of telling people to fuck off," he answers, and he's only teasing in part. He's done enough that Mark really should have--maybe the only thing going for him is that his bullshit had some experimental merit. For Mark, and the powers that be.

Rolling in his lips, he keeps looking at Mark past the impossible blur of his own eyebrows. The strain on his eyes is worth the face: he's not letting that sentiment touch him. Not a bit.

"If you go saying things like that, I'm going to have to start reciprocating all this help." When he sighs, he looks back out at the crowd, gaze leveling.

[markwatney]

"Oh yeah, heaven fucking forbid," I say with a laugh. I know better; this Kira may be coming from a different place in his life, but my experience tells me that you're either the sort of person who is inclined to pitch in or not. He's never struck me as somebody looking for a free ride.

"Come by the house after breakfast tomorrow if you really want to help out," I add. "We'll find you something that's not too annoying."