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milliways_bar2014-05-31 01:18 pm
sunbaked_baker) wrote in milliways_bar2014-05-31 01:18 pm
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(Not-Actually-OOM: A few days ago, Gavroche and Sunshine come to the conclusion that it's better to show someone you're still their friend than abandon them when things get complicated. The trick is finding the right balance.)
When Sunshine comes in from the kitchen, today, she has a plate of food - a full meal, really - in addition to her tray of baked goods. The plate holds a sizable slice of broccoli-cheese quiche, a spinach and mixed greens salad with raspberries, feta cheese, candied pecans and a homemade vinaigrette dressing, and some toasted quinoa with carrots, sweet peppers, corn and caramelized onions. Though vegetarian, everything in it is a good source of iron and protein. On a smaller plate, for dessert, she includes one of her humongous cinnamon rolls.
She leaves the plate and cinnamon roll with with the bar, with instructions that they are for Jason Todd.
A peace offering, and a sign she doesn't want their friendship to be over, though she knows neither of them is probably ready to confront this yet. They'll work through it, though, eventually. That's what friends do.
Once the plate has been delivered to the Bar, Rae starts arranging her tray of baked goods for sale, and puts up a sign:
Sunshine's Freshly-Made Baked Goods
Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head: $4
(Extra Icing: $.50)
Bitter Chocolate Death: $3.50
Death of Marat: $4 (only two available)
Caramel Cataclysms: $3
Lemon Lechery: $3
Rocky Road Avalanche: $3
Chocoholia: $3
Hell's Angelfood: $2:75
Meringuamania: $2.00
As-Of-Yet Unnamed Chocolate Cake with Pecans, Ginger Fudge, Pistachios, and Sea Salt
Help me name it, and get a slice for free!
When Sunshine comes in from the kitchen, today, she has a plate of food - a full meal, really - in addition to her tray of baked goods. The plate holds a sizable slice of broccoli-cheese quiche, a spinach and mixed greens salad with raspberries, feta cheese, candied pecans and a homemade vinaigrette dressing, and some toasted quinoa with carrots, sweet peppers, corn and caramelized onions. Though vegetarian, everything in it is a good source of iron and protein. On a smaller plate, for dessert, she includes one of her humongous cinnamon rolls.
She leaves the plate and cinnamon roll with with the bar, with instructions that they are for Jason Todd.
A peace offering, and a sign she doesn't want their friendship to be over, though she knows neither of them is probably ready to confront this yet. They'll work through it, though, eventually. That's what friends do.
Once the plate has been delivered to the Bar, Rae starts arranging her tray of baked goods for sale, and puts up a sign:
Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head: $4
(Extra Icing: $.50)
Bitter Chocolate Death: $3.50
Death of Marat: $4 (only two available)
Caramel Cataclysms: $3
Lemon Lechery: $3
Rocky Road Avalanche: $3
Chocoholia: $3
Hell's Angelfood: $2:75
Meringuamania: $2.00
As-Of-Yet Unnamed Chocolate Cake with Pecans, Ginger Fudge, Pistachios, and Sea Salt
Help me name it, and get a slice for free!
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Then again, she wasn't looking for it, either. She was outright avoiding the glance of people who might stare at the collection of scars that mar her shoulders and arms.
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Graham stops himself, and takes a breath.
"His victims have no apparent pattern or - immediate - connection. But it's likely that - most of them have offended him in some way."
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To punish them for breaking the social contract, he... breaks it so much worse?
"...I'm going to have to warn Autor. He has always been short with Dr. Lecter, and suspicious of him... but he doesn't know the extent of it." Nor anything like the extent of it.
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He chokes back the words, startled at how quickly the came out of his mouth. Graham pulls back his hand, not looking at her.
"These victims aren't - enemies. And they're not prey. He -"
His mouth twitches into a mirthless smile. "He's culling the herd."
Even now, Graham's starting to wish he had his glasses with him. He curls his fingers against his palm, knocking softly against the table, and nods. "You should - tell your friend. But Rae -"
Finally, he looks up to her again. "Being what he wants, being polite - it won't protect you."
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"I'm sure it amused him to befriend me, knowing that... ah, due to my world's situations with vampires, I am fighting against the... establishment of human-ranches, predicted to begin sometime in the next century if things don't change."
Culling the herd. He's just ahead of the curve, isn't he? Gods, and she had suggested names for his bistro, should he ever give up psychiatry.
"I won't assume I'm safe from him," her attempt at a reassuring smile is no more than a baring of teeth, really, a grimace of pain. "No more than I assume I'm safe from a vampire because they haven't overtly threatened me yet." Only somehow this is worse than dealing with vampires, because he's human. Human, and had been a friend. At least vampires are honest.
"I'll be careful. And stay away from him if I can."
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"All right."
He can't ask for anything else, or offer it. For a moment, he eyes the bottle again, but then reaches out to slide his glass aside. Without speaking, he nods again.
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Her gaze, still overbright and red-rimmed but now dry, flickers with realization. "What about Dr. Bloom? Does she know? About..."
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"No. It, um -"
Graham's voice is flat, like he's carefully weeded any inflection out of it. "They don't believes me."
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"She believes you... killed those people." She can hardly imagine. "Believes Dr. Lecter."
Sunshine's lips press together in a pale line. "...Is she safe? From him?"
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Again, he thinks back to Beverly. He's toying with you.
Graham looks to her. "But I don't think anyone is safe from him."
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"It might be best that she doesn't believe you, right now," Rae says, even though she knows that telling the truth and not being believed must hurt.
"If... 'no immediate reason' is the best that can be hoped for."
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"It might be," he murmurs, not looking up.
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Rae looks at him. "I assume you're going to try and stop him?"
Whatever 'stopping' him entails.
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He blinks a few times, pulling his mind back into the present moment.
"Trying to stop him."
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But there is plenty in her life she would have rather not found out. No use wishing for the impossible. Better to work on what you can change.
"If..." she starts, hesitates, and starts again. "If I can help in any way... you... you let me know."
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There's weight on the word 'more.' It drags the whole sentence down.
"But if I can ask for your help - without doing that. I will."
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Especially if the eventual outcome is bad, of course, because then one is consumed by the gnawing fear that there was something one could have done, to change the outcome for the better.
"But I'll leave it up to your discretion. You know the situation much better than I do." If she can do anything to make people safe, she will, without hesitation; but if her help could put others in greater danger...
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"Then I hope you can trust me."
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('Can you trust me?' Con had said. Not will you. Can you. Good question. It will not be easy. Yes, okay, that was a given. I didn't have to think about that. Can I trust him?)
"I hope so, too," the magic handler Rae Seddon answers, reaching gently across the table to touch the back of his hand, two fingers resting lightly on either side of the middle knuckle for a second.
She feels the need to leave, some part of her irrationally worried that the longer she stays, the more dread revelations will be made.
"Please," she says, standing and gathering herself. "Be safe, Will."
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Graham doesn't look up at her when she stands, but murmurs in reply, "You too, Rae."
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Rae takes her glass with her when she goes, but leaves the bottle.