[MINGLE] One-Man Show

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Inari Shrine and elsewhere
WHEN: 25 January 2019 through ?
OPEN TO: All opted in characters
WARNINGS: Please warn in the subject line of your comment as needed, and remember to move anything turning adult to a new post.
IMPORTANT NOTES: Final reminders and informational links are here. Please label all top-levels clearly so that there is no confusion who they are open to and what they are for, and DON'T FORGET TO ADD YOUR TAG!
Have fun and ask questions here!

Comments

[ethnobotany]

Beverly offers a light laugh, soft but amused in spite of everything, though there's a wry tinge to it all the same. "So am I, though it could have been a good finisher, too." Either as a sweet introduction or a pick-me-up at the end would have been good.

Still, the thought of what it is brings back the multitude of questions that she herself has about it. She can name most of the important faces in that minute-long hologram, but not the why. Or where. So her smile turns a little bit wry and she shrugs in response. "Well, if it's a memory, it's one I've forgotten and given how much I've missed Wesley, I doubt I could have ever forgotten that. So, either it's completely fake and meant to give me false hope or it's something from the future." She pauses, her lips twisting a little, wry amusement showing through now. "If it's all the same to you, I think I'll hedge my bets on it being something from the future. I like that option much better."

[scovillescale]

Something from the future. Pepper hadn't considered that option as a possibility prior to this moment, as hers was a new look at a past event, but she considers it now. Given what the future at home holds, she's suddenly very glad her past was chosen, because the last thing she would have wanted was to subject others, or herself, to a hellish stretch of galactic fighting and heartbreaking loss.

It's far better to focus on Beverly and the bits of information the woman is revealing, enough to catch Pepper's genuine interest. She smiles a little wider, a little softer.

"How long has it been since you've seen him?"

[ethnobotany]

Beverly has to think about that one, only because her sense of time in this place is a little off still. They didn't always have the wristbands and accompanying watches, so for a while it was a bit of a guessing game.

"Five years?" she guesses. "Three years at home and at least a year and a half here. Closer to two by now. It's hard for those of us who have been here a long time to really tell. We haven't had the clocks on our wrists the entire time, so a lot of the early timekeeping was estimation and guesswork based on the seasons." They can't even say they relied on the sun. At one point, the sun didn't set and they don't really know how long that lasted.

She does smile at the memory of her son. "He looked so grown up. He'd be about 27 by now and he really looks so much like his father."

Her lips twist a little sadly at that. She and Jean-Luc might be doing their best to move past the skeleton of Jack's passing, they both know that the subject always has a chance of coming up. They are prepared, at this point, to work through each situation that brings up that past together, which is certainly better than they had been doing.