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Will let out another scoff that sounded closer to a snort of laughter than his earlier fluster. Yeah, better get the first aid kit ready for all those little emergencies you know? Kitchen cuts and burns, accidents during home repair, the gods of Egypt rising from the mists of the past and rampaging through the city, ushering in a new King of the modern day. Y'know, those sorts of things. Don't forget the ice packs.
"And yeah. Part 'cause it's complicated." Will grinned back at her as Quin giggled. Giggled? She'd struck him as the quips and sarcasm type, but it was a surprise to hear her giggle, and the grin on his face widened. "But it's lofty. I figure it fits what you're tryin' to do, as much as your height." There was a sort of a 'reach for the stars' kind of vibe to the word that something like 'willowy' wouldn't have gotten across. Maybe just because the word sounded like something from the depths of a thesaurus.
He'd spoken about the ClikClak story she'd brought up earlier, trying to deflect from his fluster, (one cute girl that saved your life says something halfway nice and you lose your head...), and apparently it was about the funniest thing he could have said. Quin breaking out into full laugher, bruised ribs or no, looking like she was holding herself together as she struggled through her response, explaining the gist of the text message back-and-forth story.
The story, admittedly, sounded cute enough, if not fully up Will's alley. But for his part, he was half amused by Quin's reaction, half stung and half concerned. It didn't quite math out, but there was some overlap in all of it. And there he was, stuck with an awkward half-grin on his face, thoroughly flummoxed and flustered as he waited for Quin's laughing fit to die out, thoroughly reconsidering if it'd been the best choice to bit the tea over the vodka.
Should you drink while taking ibuprofen? Probably not. Should you drink when there was a potential crisis outside? Also, probably not. Was it still tempting..?
Quin did collect herself though, after a moment, apologizing and explaining, saying that the laughter hadn't been directed at Will, just that the day had been capital A absurd. Okay. Yeah. Fair enough. That part Will could agree with.
He gave a nod and little chuckle of agreement. It wasn't like he hadn't been on the verge of hysterics a few times today. "Few other words for it, too, but they're all four letters..." Will joked back, trying to find his footing again, figuratively. "Worse part is, the week's only half over. Always did hate Wednesdays."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 12, 2024 20:11:59 GMT -6
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Complicated, yes, but lofty?
Quin didn’t think that there was anything particularly lofty about what she was trying to do and luckily her ridiculous outburst had hidden the blush that had sprung to her cheeks when Will had used that word.
New York was almost a world of its own and while things had apparnetly improved over the years, there was still a long way to go if things were ever really going to be fair. People had to step up.
That was absolutely beside the point now though and Quin couldn’t help but notice that Will had not joined her in her laughter. She really hoped she hadn’t upset him with her poorly timed outburst.
Still, she’d already apologized so she didn’t do it again. Quin did feel more than a little guilty as she straightened up with another little wince though. “I need to have better self-control….at least for the next few days.” she said, moving to the freezer to grab one of the ice packs she kept there for when and if aikido training went poorly, or for when she got her ass kicked by a very small woman.
Will pointed out that there were other words besides absurd to describe the day and Quin almost started laughing again, managing this time to just chuckle a little. ”And I think those words are definitely appropriate in this situation.” She said, tucking the ice pack up against her side. ”I’m pretty sure I used some of those words today…” she added with a smile.
As for it being Wednesday, Quin sighed dramatically, “At least we’re closer to Friday than Monday now?” she said.
“Thanks though…” she added after a moment, knowing that she was changing topics “I wouldn’t call what I’m doing lofty though.”
Will was a little frazzled... Frazzled? Yeah, frazzled was a good word for it. Frazzled by Quin's outburst of laugher. His ego had been stung a bit, but was rapidly mending itself once he realized none of the laughter had been directed his way, not that he thought Quin would be that malicious, but... And it made him feel a bit silly for even getting a bit hurt at the whole thing. Honestly, it was sort of nice to have regular worried and troubles bouncing around in his head, rather than whatever today had been. Let a feeling or two be bruised, it sure beat bruising ribs and dodging shrapnel, and brought some sense of normalcy back to the world.
Quin moved to grab something from the freezer while Will got himself together. She said that she needed to have some better self control over the next few days, as she moved across the kitchen area and snagged something from the freezer. Will wondered what she meant by that, until Quin set the thing she'd retrieved, an ice pack, to her side. Ah. Guess her ribs were more than a bit tender. A laughing fit like that probably wasn't the most comfortable of things. At least Will was alright to breathe and talk and laugh with his wound. Just not do much of anything that required a second hand.
"A proper young lady like you, using that sort of language? I couldn't imagine." Will teased, tone dripping with sarcasm, knowing he'd heard her very clearly drop at least one four letter word in all of their trouble today. Not that he had been entirely free of curses. The medic got an earful of colourful language as he was patching Will up for one, and he'd certainly thought a number of them through the day. Did that count? Maybe it would if Quin were psychic as well.
Will made a face at Quin, scowling a bit as she said that what she was doing wasn't lofty. "Pfft." Will scoffed, "Maybe not what you're doing right this second, but what you plan to? Y'can't tell me bein' the last line of lawful defense for the mutants that are out of options isn't at least a little bit lofty." He said emphatically, almost daring her to argue back with a little smirk on his face. "'specially when y'said it's all because you don't want people feelin' helpless... AND, I can imagine it would have been a heckuva lot easier to duck entirely out of anything even tangentially connected to the law, with all the cop stuff."
Maybe he was arguing on her behalf a little too much? Was that awkward? She -was- sort of doing exactly the sort of thing that he felt like needed doing, so his biases may have been colouring his perceptions a bit. But he also wasn't going to let Quin said she wasn't trying to do anything special when she clearly was trying to make a difference. And maybe he was a touch... jealous? Impressed? Quin was out there trying to make waves while he'd been making coffee. Sure, different lives, different priorities... but still.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 12, 2024 21:36:30 GMT -6
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Quin couldn’t help but grin a bit smugly as Will teased her about her language. “Nobody has ever accused me of being proper,” she said, ”But some circumstances just demand colorful language.”
The ice actually felt good on her ribs and Quin sank back against the counter a bit with a soft sigh as the cold seeped through her shirt and into her skin.
She and Will had been going back and forth all day about who had done what, who had been more impressive, who had saved who, and a number of other things that might have been considered silly to a lot of people.
Will hadn’t seemed nearly as serious about all of that as he did right now though, and it didn’t seem like he was teasing.
The blush from before rushed back to her face as Will kept talking and Quin’s eyes dropped from looking at him down to the floor.
She didn’t argue back because at the moment she didn’t know what to say. Nobody had ever told her that what she was doing was impressive, or good, or the right thing to do.
Will couldn’t have possibly known what he was saying, but Quin had just managed to look back up when he said how much easier it would have been to avoid the law completely.
“I wanted to.” she whispered, “But everyone kept telling me how great I had been. What a difference I had made…”
Quin shook her head and looked away again, “I just….” she stopped and shrugged and shook her head, unable to find the right words, “Thanks.”
Will saw Quin's gaze break and she started staring at the floor, but he was already too wound up to really read her expression. Could have been holding back another fit of laughter, she was going a little bit pink there in the cheeks, after all. It wasn't until she started to look back up to meet his gaze again that he wondered if he'd crossed a line, or maybe he'd misread something. Was there something about what she was trying to do she didn't feel like it was noble? Maybe considering the folks she knew, like Michael, there was something more complicated going on?
Was the cop thing a sensitive subject? She didn't seem fond of SUPER, or the cops in general, with how they'd spoken. She even said she was glad she wasn't a cop. But maybe it was something she could say, but not others?
And then Quin spoke, whispered really. (He was glad for good ears right about now.) She seemed as flustered, if not more so than when they'd sprinted into the church. And she was blushing almost as red as her hair. She said that she was basically guilted into at least staying close to what she did before. That everyone had told them she was so great. What a difference she had made.
Two thoughts hit Will almost simultaneously. First being that being compared to anyone like that, let alone some weird, ghost, doppelganger, past-future version of yourself sucked. Straight to the core unfair kind of suck.
The second was that Quin was awfully cute when she blushed like that. Thankfully, he was given time enough to wrangle the less productive thought under control as Quin found herself at a loss for words, as she went back to looking away and mumbled a thanks.
Welllll... Jeez. Laughing to speechless in two minutes flat it seemed. Better be careful what he was saying or next it was either going to be tears or yelling. Fair though, today was rough. And, Will hadn't realized just how much pressure Quin was under, really, or how badly her missing life weighed on her in all of her interactions. Right down to the path she was taking.
"Well. I only know you. Never met them." Will said softly, 'them' referring to Quin's de-aged self, the ghost that seemed to haunt her. "So you only gotta live up to you, s'far as I'm concerned. And, well... you just heard what I think." Will chuckled, breaking into a sheepish grin.
He paused, thoughtful, picking at his palm idly as he tried to make sure he had the words right. "If... all this who you were sh-stuff, did anything good, I think they got you on a good path. S'long as you meant what you said about wanting to do it." Will said, letting his hand drop back to his side. "But you don't owe anyone. Couple four letter words it what they're owed..."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 13, 2024 7:51:01 GMT -6
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Quin was still looking vaguely out towards the windows, trying to gather her thoughts and figure out how to put things into words when Will spoke again.
It was similar to what she’d said to him earlier, Quin thought, that he didn’t have to be careful around her. Realistically speaking, Quin knew she didn’t have to live up to those unseen expectations with anyone who hadn’t known her before. With anyone at all.
But she always tried. She tried really hard. It was exhausting sometimes.
And here was Will, whom she had only really known for such a short time, telling her that she didn’t need to try so hard as far as he was concerned. Quin had to smile a little at that, ”Set the bar pretty high today though, didn’t I?” she said as lightly as she could, ”At least I’ve got the view to fall back on…” If only the blush would go away.
Will spoke again and a few moments ago his self-edits might have been a little bit funny. Now though, Quin was so focused on what he was saying that she hardly noticed. ”I really do…” she said, still quiet but more thoughtful now. ”Maybe I didn’t at first, but when I realized how much need there is…” She shrugged.
As for who she owed…. Quin owed lots of people lots of things. They didn’t need to get into it though.
“I owe you tea.” she said, trying to change the subject a bit before she ended up thoroughly embarrassing herself by crying or something, “The stuff we just had was from the shop I mentioned before.” The ice in the ice pack crinkled a bit as Quin moved it and set it on the counter.
Man. Talking to people. Like actually talking to people was hard. And scary. It was a lot easier keeping people a half-step removed. Will wasn't used to having to interact with people much beyond surface level interactions, at least beyond family, and even those relationships were more phone calls and holiday visits. Certainly he hadn't counted on an altitudinous redhead to come crashing into his life the way Quin had. It -was- a bit of a perfect storm though, between the crisis they'd saved each other from, and the surprising amount of shared views the things they both held in pretty serious regard.
Hard wasn't bad though. Like many things he was realizing today, it was just complicated. Difficult. Things had definitely gotten more complex for him since Quin had shown up in the cafe, in a lot of ways. Not bad though, save for the cuts and scrapes.
Quin said that she set the bar pretty high today, and Will smirked and stifled a laugh. "Not that high, I'll just expect a meal and for you to save my life once or twice whenever we're hangin' out." Will joked back as Quin said that she at least had the view to fall back on. There was a quip somewhere ratting in his head about there being two nice views from where he was standing, sorely tempted to tease her a bit about her blushing, but he bit his tongue before he could finish the though, let alone say it. Not the time. Probably.
Keeping a lid on poking fun seemed the right choice, as Quin continued to reply to what he'd said. She said she probably didn't want to do what she was currently doing, at least when she'd started... but that she meant what she'd said earlier, that she wanted to help people fight against things when they felt helpless, that somewhere along the way she realized there were a lot of people in need of help. Sounded like regardless of how things started, it was something that mattered to her personally now.
The tone shifted, slightly, as Quin changed subjects, moving to lighter things. You try to give a girl a compliment and you wind up neck deep in heavier things apparently... Though, he did let his own biases get him a little passionate about it all. Quin insisted that she at least owed Will tea, and explained that what she'd served just a bit earlier had been from the shop she'd mentioned previously. That was good to know -- he could find something to bring home if and when they went on their adventure to the Morgan Library.
And she thanked him. Again. And he felt awkward and appreciated and all kinds of flustered by it, and it took him a couple of moments to realize he should probably say something back. "Yeah, any time." He finally managed to reply, a sheepish grin on his face. "You bring the tea, and I'll bring the flash cards, sound fair?"
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 13, 2024 14:55:52 GMT -6
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”And here I thought it was gonna be difficult.” Quin said, still smiling and shaking her head, ”Though, we’re going to run out of harrowing situations pretty quickly that way…and then what are we going to do?”
It had to be the day they’d had, but the conversation kept teetering back and forth between wildly serious and downright playful. Was that how things like this worked? God, it hadn’t even been twelve hours since she’d walked into the coffee shop.
Quin didn’t have much experience to draw on outside of zombie clowns and everything that had happened today, but this seemed…more normal than how things had played out after the clowns. If normal was a word that could even be applied here.
Will took her thanks with good grace and no small amount of what appeared to be discomfort and Quin resolved to not let the conversation get heavy again. They’d had plenty of awkward and heavy for the night…the month…a lifetime?
”I’ll make sure you’re on speed dial for my next existential crisis.” Quin said, but she was smiling and the words were light, ”And you’re going to bring the flash cards? This is a better deal than I thought…” She teased.
"Hey, if I'm not around for free coffee, I may as well be around for the end of the world, right?" Will teased back at Quin. They were going to wind up with a bizarre sense of humor and set of in jokes if their meetings kept being anywhere near this absurd. "And yeah, figure I can get some 'Law for Dimwits' cards from somewhere, right?" He smirked, though was fairly certain something as niche as that wouldn't exist. Maybe? You -could- sell just about anything on the internet these days. "Failin' that, stack of index cards and we'll make a day of it." Will wasn't any stranger to people from the one University near his cafe using things like that to study, take notes, or use for games in some way. Seemed smart, honestly.
"For now though... maybe just veg out with some TV? Or you can show me that text message story?" Will suggested, trying to keep them from getting too wrapped up in another conversation that'd have them laughing, crying or yelling. Maybe all three at once if they hit just the right subjects. "Dunno about you, but I'm tired from my brain all the way down to my bones." He probably would have suggested watching the city from the stellar view on any other day, but he sort of wanted to forget all the trouble outside of Haven existed, at least for a little bit. They'd gotten themselves wrapped up in enough of it that it seemed fair to try and forget for the rest of the day, right?
"Oh." Will added, remembering something as the tone of the conversation grew less serious and he was better able to focus without a blushing Quin thanking him for saying the things he said. "And you think I could borrow a charger? Phone's runnin' on fumes at this point and I don't wanna go incommunicado after tellin' my folks I was safe. Lose their mind."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 13, 2024 20:46:54 GMT -6
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Quin just smiled and laughed a little at Will’s ideas for study aids. There absolutely were plenty of things out there like he was describing. ”If I’m to believe the targeted ads I get on social media, any number of study products could have made things far easier for me in Law School.” she said, ”But apparently I like to do things the more difficult, old fashioned way.”
Hopefully this was as close to the end of the world as they were going to get. Otherwise it would be difficult to pencil in any of these study get togethers, tea trips, or storm watching parties between the biblical plagues and destruction the resurrected Egyptian Gods would bring. It was a funny thought in a morbid way, but Quin didn’t voice it out loud. Even if she thought it was kind of funny it definitely went against the prohibition on things getting heavy.
None of those things were happening now though and Will suggested that they watch some TV or look at the story from ClickClack. ”Vegging out sounds absolutely amazing…” Quin agreed, standing up from where she was leaning against the counter to put the ice pack away.
Will asked about a phone charger and Quin nodded, “There should be one plugged in over on the side of the couch.” she said, ”Feel free to use it. I’ll grab one out of my room, I’m honestly surprised my Mom hasn’t called yet.”
It only took Quin a minute to grab her charger from her bedside table and when she returned to the living room she sat gingerly on the couch, trying and failing for a few moments to find a comfortable way to curl up there before settling for stretching her legs out and propping her feet on the coffee table. It wasn’t perfect but it would have to do.
Only then did she realize she’d left the TV remote on the table. ”If you grab the remote, you can pick what we watch.” she said winningly. She did not want to have to lean forward to get it herself.
"Never really did like the Craig's Notes things, or whatever they were called, at least back in high school." Will said for his part, giving his feelings on study aides, which was apparently that he didn't used them much, or know that much about them. "But I'm guessing that what you're putting your nose to the grindstone for is a bit tougher than a young adult book report, huh?" He teased, giving her a little grin. His last time serious hitting the books had been.... a while ago. High school, and -if- you could say he'd been serious then.
Will's grin broadened as Quin agreed to vegging out in one way or another. It was probably the best idea he'd had all day, and maybe the second or third best idea he'd heard all day. The pizza was still sitting at the top of the list, with various things that had saved their lives peppering the rest of the list, but those were stuck somewhere in the mess that was his later bucket, which had completely collapsed under the weight of what he'd thrown at it. Lots of things he should -probably- think about, but it was all just a smear of thoughts and faint recollections pushed to the back of his head.
"Awesome. 'ppreciate you letting me steal the view and electricity too." He quipped, making his way over to find the charger Quin had indicated while she went to snag a second one from her bedroom. Ah. Blessed were the universal connectors. He'd have hated to have to go rummaging through drawers, or ask her to, or worse yet just not -have- one that matched. No such panic though, and his phone (on single digit battery), buzzed with it's usual haptic feedback as it started charging from the donated charger.
Borrowed clothes, invited over for the meal, begged the charger... He'd wound up having to be given a lot out of the blue. Have to figure out how to give a little back when he could.
Before he could get too introspective though Quin was already back out, getting... Well he'd say getting comfortable on the couch, but... Quin was getting as comfortable as she could. Will was starting to think she'd gotten the worst trade back in the cafe with those ribs. "Yeah sure." Will nodded, leaning forward to grab the remote before sitting back, the buttons just a touch unfamiliar, but close enough he caught on without much trouble. "You ever watch that one show? Theo Tether I think? Supposed to be pretty good, and I keep putting off watchin' it." Was that the name? Second part had something to do with rope, he knew that much.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 13, 2024 22:08:12 GMT -6
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Was what Quin was working on more difficult than a young adult book report?
”You’d be shocked how similar most of what I do is to a young adult book report…” she said, mildly stunned at the similarities.
”What I was doing at the coffee shop was looking up the precedent on a case and trying to put together an argument on why a certain ruling was correct or incorrect.” she explained. It really wasn’t any different than what she’d done in multiple classes through high school and her undergrad work.
Thinking about that though made Quin panic just the slightest bit because she had lost her laptop and all of her books today. Surely they’d cancel classes tomorrow. Surely even if they didn’t, she’d get some kind of slack…
Oh well. It didn’t matter now, and there was nothing to be done about it.
Once she was as comfortable as she was gonna get and Will was asking her if she’d seen a certain show, Quin shook her head, ”If that’s the soccer one, I haven’t seen it. Keep hearing real good things though. ‘Sposed to be funny though so it sounds absolutely perfect for today.”
"Really?" Will seemed genuinely surprised that even as you continued up and further into the echelons of education that it remained startlingly similar to the way it had begun. Or at least the was things were by the time most people got into high school. There had to be -some- differences, but... maybe it came down to the subject at hand and learning how best to tackle that. Still, seemed strange that the same skills that got you through 9th grade English worked for advance law classes.
"And I'd been half-joking about the flash cards... Sounds like they might actually help if it all boils down the the same sorta stuff in the end." Will shook his head in good natured disbelief as he started pressing buttons on the remote, eyes flicking between the screen and Quin as he talked. What channel, or app or... whatever... was that show on again? Hopefully she had it... Did he? Will couldn't remember the things he was and wasn't subscribed to for media, the list felt like it rotated pretty regularly. And sometimes it was easier to just search for what he was trying to find and watch it on... less legitimate streaming locations, lets say.
Will's memory eventually stopped faltering and he found the icon in question. Loading up the app, it looked like either Quin, or someone else who'd used the TV for the app in the past had a subscription to the content. Or maybe Haven had some sort of thing set up to get media to all the TVs? Quin's apartment -was- pretty swanky. But, whatever the case, it meant the next episode or two of what they were watching was solved, so long as it wasn't terrible. And if it was -really- terrible, he'd probably push for watching it anyway, like a B-movie.
"Yeah, that's the one. Supposed to be a riot, I think sorta sweet and charming at times?" Will said, clearly unsure about the most of the content of the show. "Keep hearin' great things and the little clips I've caught make it look good." Will queued up the first episode, checking his phone by habit now that it was laying on the couch beside him. No notifications. Or at least none that mattered (several from social media, of course), which was sort of a relief. There were calls and texts to make, but that was -tomorrow- Will's job. "You good to start? Need an icepack or anythin'? What're you supposed to do for bashed up ribs, anyway?"
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 13, 2024 23:22:49 GMT -6
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“The flash cards might actually help a lot.” she said, ”Depending on the class there’s a lot of dates and cases and names to remember. Drilling them over and over is the best way to get them to stick.”
As Will got the TV queued up, Quin leaned her head back against the couch, irritated when her hair got caught between the cushions and her shoulders and back. ReachIng up, she pulled it into a low and loose ponytail so it would stay out of her way and her face… all the better to lounge.
Will flipped through the apps, presumably trying to find the right one, and Quin almost pointed out that it might be easier to just search from the Home Screen since she didn’t know what app the show was on either. Eventually he found the right one though and they were set.
Quin had been thinking of the right show, WIll confirmed a few minutes later and Quin nodded as he pointed out that it really was supposed to be particularly funny. Sweet and charming to boot?
Excellent.
Will asked if there was anything Quin needed or if she was ready for the show and when he inquired about bruised ribs she shrugged, smiling a bit at the kind gesture, ”Internet said ibuprofen, ice a few times a day, and to sleep more upright the first few days.” she explained, ”I’ve already done the first two and the third isn’t relevant until later.”
That said, she smiled again, ”So I guess that means I”m ready.”
Will nodded as Quin rattled of the list of things that she was supposed to be doing to take care of her bumps and bruises. First two checked off, and seemed easy enough. The last one sounded uncomfortable. Propped up with pillows, or sleeping in a recliner or something, he'd imagine. Hopefully she had the extra pillows or blankets or whatever she'd need. Either way, sounded like a rough couple of nights. Shame he couldn't keep up his trick without focusing... buuuut then again, keeping someone under what was effectively low levels of anesthetics, even without the medical complications, would probably wind up with them hurting themselves, not feeling their limits properly.
But sleep wasn't happening just yet. Though given how much they'd been through, he'd have to see if they were both still up and aware by the end of the first couple episodes. Even just sitting on the couch with a full stomach and a sense of calm around him was making his body feel awfully reluctant to get back up. As Quin indicated she was ready, he started the episode, letting the intro and all the credits and what have you start up, setting the remote between them as he leaned back into the cushions of the couch.
Will let out his breath in a slow, shaky sigh as the tension he hadn't realized he'd still been carrying finally left, leaving him feeling boneless and -actually- relaxed. So that's what that felt like. As the intro to the show started up proper, Will's eyes flickered between the TV screen and where Quin was getting as comfortable as she could on the couch. It struck him that before this day, the thing he'd be most worried or anxious about would be trying to impress the person he was sitting next to on a couch in their apartment, or at the very least ingratiate himself with them.
Instead he was worried about... well about ten different new things and his brain kept rubber banding between the seriousness of it all and the mundanity of trying to be a good guest in some attempt for his mind to cling to normalcy. It was utterly absurd. Will tried to stifle a laugh at the strangeness of it all, managing to keep it to a snort and a cough, shaking his head. "Sorry. Just..." He let out a little chuckle, the rest of the laugh he couldn't hold back. "Today. You know?" He said simply, as though it explained everything.