Log: Haven Located

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Agent Florida (native), Agent Louisiana (native)
What: Discussion accompanied by muffins.
Where: Grand Cytherean, Uptown Gulch
When: Saturday 4/25
Warnings: None for now


Louisiana laid back in the lounge chair, listening to the man made waterfall. Her helmet nearby out of habit rather than necessity. It was nice to be able to comfortably enjoy the sun rays coming in and be surrounded by flora. She however kept half of her attention to the door inside. Hopefully Florida would chose that conviential route rather than appearing out of the trees. He had a knack for randomly appearing despite having given a warning.

Comments

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I--what? No. You could not be more wrong, Florida," she states awkwardly.

[the_informant]

"Really?" Florida asks. "That level of concern was... intense."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She covers her face with her hands, embarrassed. "For the love of god, it's not like that. Maine is dating someone and is a friend. I don't do romance anyway, Florida."

[the_informant]

"He's what?" Florida asks in shock. "Wait... The big guy is dating someone and it isn't you?"

His mind is blown.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"...I honestly can't believe this is happening right now." Louisiana didn't know how to deal with this. So she gets up from her seat. "I'm just...I'll be back."

She heads inside and away from further embarrassment.

[the_informant]

"Lulu?" Florida asks, setting aside his drink and getting up to follow her. "I'm sorry. I just... I'm apparently terrible at this. I was certain that another Ai entirely had fallen for York, and he denied that almost violently."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana stops in her tracks at the nickname. "Friends are allowed to be concerned for each other, ok? But it's fine. Just...I don't exactly have the programming for romance."

[the_informant]

"Nor I," Florida admits. Perhaps he might have once. Maybe that was another thing that had been taken from him.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. She couldn't even imagine her and Maine anything more than friends. Too weird of a thought. "Huh...another thing we have in common then."

[the_informant]

"I was made this way," Florida answers quietly. "This was what I was shaped into. This isn't what I chose. Or maybe what I am. Should be."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She hesitates before placing a hand on his shoulder out of concern. "Détendez-vous. C'est bien. Je ne veux pas que vous pensiez que vous cassée ou quelque chose."

"Alright?" She offers a small smile. Louisiana knew all too well about feeling broken. She spent plenty of time thinking just so after leaving Gulch.

[the_informant]

He laughs and shakes his head. There is a word for people like him, and he doesn't care to speak it.

"Yeah. Sure. Not broken. Thanks Lulu."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana retracts her hand. She admits, "Pas de problème. The last thing I need is you shattering or such."

"Besides this place is supposed to be relaxing. Not exactly relaxing if I'm having to worry. ...Or wanting to throw you over the balcony because of the Maine thing."

[the_informant]

"I'm sorry about the Maine thing," Florida chuckles. "I'll never try and guess what relationships are going on around me without someone else telling me first."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"It's fine. However now I kind of want to tell Maine and kick back with popcorn as I watch his reaction," she states. "However by no means am I going to tell you who he's dating."

[the_informant]

"Don't worry about it. I'll find out eventually," Florida chuckles. "I always do. But thank you for setting me straight."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She rolls her eyes with a shake of her head. "It better be from Maine himself then. Otherwise think of the fort but a lot worse. I highly doubt that I've done what you're thanking for."

[the_informant]

"You did when you corrected me," Florida chuckles. "Or are you making a joke?"

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She shrugs. "Oh well that's just a part of the job description."

[the_informant]

"Come back out and finish your drink with me, okay? We'll just spend some time and then be done. And you'll go home and I'll figure something out."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Ouch. Already tired of my nonsense, hunh," Louisiana teases. She heads back to the lounge chair. "I can't leave anyway. Extraction is confirmed but not for a few days."

[the_informant]

"You know... you should bring us gifts when you come back," Florida laughs. "Shot glasses. Or better, good yarn."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"No on the shot glasses but I will consider the yarn." She gives a smile. "Though I'm no expert on that. As long as it's not used for these yarn bombings I've heard about."

[the_informant]

"Find a shop, tell them to show you BFL from the Tygin region of Saldies, and then pick any color you like," he smiles, patting her shoulder. "Very functional. We'll have a competition to make you the better scarf. My knitting versus his crochet."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She laughs softly. "I have a feeling that I need to write this down. Besides color choice is probably going to be obvious. I'm sure Maine would appreciate a chance to try and beat you."