video; day 46; 003

[facilitated]

[ So here's someone who will be familiar to anyone paying attention to the networks recently - except at least this time there's no screaming. Instead she switches on the video after composing herself, and she's maybe not as calm as she'd like, but it's close enough. ]

The people we found, is anyone- [ she hesitates a moment, she's not good at public speaking at the best of times, let alone with the topic at hand. She presses on though, after a moment to suck in a sharp breath of air. ] Is anyone arranging a funeral for them? I just...wanted to know, that's all.

[ Another hesitation. She looks tired, and in the moment that she sweeps the stray hair out of her face it's kind of obvious that she's not looking a hundred per cent. ]

I'll do it, if there isn't something already.

[ And...that'll do apparently, because with that she cuts the feed. ]

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[facilitated]

Totally seven feet. Saw it with my own eyes and everything. Swear I got neck problems from hanging out with that guy. [ She gives him a weak grin, balling her hands up in the sleeves of her jumper and folding her arms over her chest. Laura probably won't ever get used to the cold, but she's going to grit her teeth and bear it, save a little face where she can. ]

Pretty sure, I mean I don't exactly frequent it or anything but people mention it enough, it's got to have a decent amount in there, right? [ Glancing over quickly, Laura gives a half shrug as she keeps walking, picking the pace up a little. She wants to get this over with, honestly. ] People won't go nuts over taking some for this or anything, right? Like, it's for a good reason and stuff.

[magnets]

Not that you ain't used to that. [ The neck craning. Ha ha, he pokes that little bit of fun, immediately looking a bit nervous afterward like he's not allowed to be doing so. His hand rakes across the back of his neck. ]

[ She's not the only one not used to the cold. Everything that comes out of Jesse's mouth is starting to be through clenched teeth, an effort to keep them from chattering that's really not working so well. Then again, a leather jacket isn't really very much for cutting the wind. He was starting to miss his sweatshirts from back home. A lot. ]

Yo, it won't even be a problem. [ Jesse matches her pace for pace, easily enough. ] Anybody that raises a stink about ya takin' some booze for a fuckin' funeral? Is an asshole. And they're prob'ly gonna get themselves trashed anyway.

[facilitated]

You're so funny! [ She's got a dry look and an amused eye roll for him, sure, but she stops just short of the shove or nudge that would usually come with gestures like that. The boundaries feel different now, and that part is completely and utterly on her. So she just drops her arm back to her side quickly before it makes contact, shove her hands in her pockets and keep walking. ]

Yeah, okay. Yeah that's a good point. Like, no one is that much of a jerk here, right? [ Not that she'd know, but that's beside the point. She's had a lot of luck in falling in with the right people here - yes, Jesse, that includes you - and hasn't yet encountered anyone who would even give her cause to believe that they'd cause a fuss about something like that. Good for her overall belief in the human race, but bad for a bordering on naively optimistic view of the world.

At any rate, she's taken them in the right direction it seems, because she sees the store and walks a little faster. Inside is warm, and inside means they're a step closer to being done with the grim job she's given herself. ] Here, look. There's got to be a gardening section of some kind, all stores have one. Even the tiny shops, cause old people do that stuff and they go to tiny shops more than anyone and they've got to keep them happy and stuff-

[ She's nervous rambling and she knows it, so she just shuts her mouth very abruptly before shaking her head. Once that's over with, she continues much more abruptly. ]

You take one side, I'll do the other. Shouldn't take long.