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between  the  symphony  of  what  she  could  only  assume  to  erupt  from whatever  aug  had  busied  himself  with  tinkering  beneath  the  seat,  lisbet  took  to  scrolling  through  her  phone  —  perhaps  responding  to  one  or  two  of  her  MANY  unread  texts.  ❝  ooh,  a  real  ladies  man,  huh  . . .  i’ll  take  your  word  for  it.  ❞  the  conclusion  is  followed  by  another  sip  taken  from  the  frosted  can.  ❝  how’s  it  looking  down  there  ?  ❞  the  swift  change  of  subject  steeled  in  it  tracks  when  the  pain  settled  into  his  voice  —  a  pang  of  guilt  CHURNS  in  her  stomach.  you  could  lead  a  horse  to  water,  and  you  couldn’t  make  him  drink.  uncharacteristically  enough,  liz  decided  to  abide  by  that  mentality.

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FAIR  POINT.  though  liz  rather  enjoyed  the  winter  weather,  she  drew  the  line  when  the  air  began  to  seep  into  her  walls  and  chill  her  bones.  ❝  yeah,  ❞  the  word  lingered  on  her  lips  before  drawing  another  mouthful  from  her  soda,  ❝  MAYBE  you  have  a  point.  ❞  an  inflection  on  her  words,  liz  quite  frankly  does  not  take  ease  in  admitting  such  —  or  admitting  ANYTHING  for  that  matter.  ❝  i  may  just  take  you  up  on  that  offer,  ❞  shoulder  leant  upon  the  surface  of  the  threshold,  liz  braved  a  short,  but  comfortable  silence  as  she  observed  the  man  at  work.  she  couldn’t  say  she  was  ENTHUSED  by  the  idea  of  her  shower  being  broken  another  day  —  much  less  having  to  utilize  someone  else’s  in  the  meantime  —  but  aug  was  a  person  too.  and  people  deserved  breaks.  and  SHOWERS.  a  gasp  rasps  in  her  throat,  accompanied  by  raised  brows.  ❝  NO  SHIT  ?  ❞  lisbet  chose  against  her  better  judgement  not  to  linger  on  the  topic  —  as  a  therapist  inquisition  came  easy  to  her.  ❝  just  look  after  yourself,  you  deserve  a  break  sometimes,  too.  ❞  a  certain  somberness  lingers  in  her  words,  one  only  heard  when  she  truly  meant  what  she  said.  in  most  circumstances,  it  wasn’t  heard  OFTEN.

Heaving himself under the sink Auggie starts to investigate the valves, silently praying it was one of the ones down there instead of having to brave the outdoors. He’d do it if required, he was determined to give Liz her shower back. His laugh echoes in the cabinet, bouncing against the underside of the metal sink “Oh yeah you should see the gnarly scars! Apparently the ladies love scars.” He stills for a moment, the traitorous ache where his prosthetic had been rubbing at his stump all day told him that what she said was very true but it didn’t mean he was ever ready to hear it. He could have bluffed, with the pulsating pain in his right leg, but he knew Liz would hear the lie in his words. Instead he chose the remain hiding under the sink and keep at his tinkering. 

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her  fellow  barfly,  what  a  LOVELY  surprise  !  lips  pull  into  a  thin  line  tugged  upward  at  either  corner,  ❝  dru,  ❞  she  retorted  flatly,  gaze  dulling  at  the  sight  of  his  rather  blatantly  MANUFACTURED  smile.  as  she  had  many  times  before  during  the  course  of  their  acquaintance,  lisbet  saw  right  through  him  —  an  acknowledgement  that  she  hadn’t  bothered  to  verbalize.  ❝  the  wonders  of  the  human  psyche,  eh  ?  ❞  scientifically,  humans  were  stronger  than  their  minds  allowed  them  to  believe  —  unfortunately  enough,  liz  was  not  a  standing  testament  of  such.  seems  a  morning  run  &  a  bit  of  cycling  wasn’t  enough  to  transform  her  into  she-hulk.  though  not  entirely  surprised,  the  young  woman  can’t  help  but  to  MARVEL  when  the  man  retrieved  the  box  that  she  speculated  weighed  no  less  than  half  her  own  body  weight.  ❝  how  about  inside  ?  i’ll  figure  out  where  to  stock  everything,  and  i  just  might  treat  you  to  a  coffee  if  you’re  efficient  enough.  ❞  she  mused,  clapping  a  gloved  hand  on  his  shoulder  as  she  waded  past  to  retrieve  another,  much  lighter  box.

LIS PESCI.

where:  outside of joe’s grocery

lashes  flutter  shut  and  a  smartening  pain  greets  the  woman.  lisbet  steels  herself  in  place  momentarily,  palm  flattened  against  the  papery  surface  of  one  of  the  cardboard  boxes  she  had  ATTEMPTED  to  transfer  into  the  store  on  her  lonesome   —  a  task  that  had  proven  itself  to  be  FAR  more  difficult  than  she  had  initially  considered.  the  aching  in  her  muscles  is  entirely  overshadowed  by  her  apparent  inability  to  catch  her  breath   —  JESUS FUCK  —  her  chest  rises  and  expands  with  the  deepest  inhalation  she  can  muster.  just  before  liz  can  return  to  her  previous  toiling,  a  distant  figure  enters  her  line  of  sight.  with  no  further  consideration,  she’s  waving  after  their  attention.  ❝  HEY,  hey   —  excuse  me  !  mind  giving  me  a  hand  here  ?  these  boxes  are  uh  . .  WAY  heavier  than  i  thought.  ❞  she  admits  with  a  short  sight  &  and  perhaps  another  breath  of  air  wintery  air.  

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Dru was walking, with no particular destination, just to enjoy the outside - or pretend to. He heard mothers rushing their children, people complaining about snow as they sipped their steaming coffee and ran back to their cars in an attempt to hide from the cold, and many other obnoxious noises. They lived in Alaska, what did these people expect? They were lucky to be able to even get out of the house in these conditions. 

To escape, he ducked into a nearby area and took a deep inhale, trying to regain his composure and hide his annoyance. Just as he thought he was in the clear, a familiar, dainty hand waived him down from across the way. “Shit,” he mumbled to himself, dragging his feet as he made his way over to the woman. “Lisbet,” he greeted her, forcing out a fake-as-hell smile that was, more than likely, completely noticeable - especially to Lisbet, who probably knew he was faking it the moment he approached. “You’d think you learned after all of your years on this planet that there is a limit to how much you can lift,” he joked, semi-eye roll to match with faked sincerity, as he picked up the box with ease. 

Remember, he worked out and was 6′4″, so the box probably wasn’t too heavy for the average person - just a tad bit too heavy for someone so much smaller than him, like Liz. In short, it wasn’t a feat, and he certainly didn’t want the profuse gratefulness that would probably spill after he finished helping. Hopefully Lis knew by now not to be that way. “Where am I putting this?”

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hey dash !! i’m super excited to get some interactions & active plots going with both lisbet & estelle. though, i’ll be rather busy this week it seems so if i happen to owe you a response // you desire a closed starter or plot discussion, feel free to interact with this post or shoot me a message !!

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❝  yeah,  i  guess  ASSHOLES  are  a  universal  occurrence.  ❞  liz  hadn’t  much  encountered  many  other  men  of  the  like  since  she  returned  to  frigid.  not  to  say  they  hadn’t  existed,  but  they  certainly  hadn’t  compared  to  the  seemingly  CONSTANT  air  of  contempt  she  was  greeted  with  during  her  time  in  new  york.  perhaps  she  could  take  comfort  in  knowing  she  would  have  her  own  GRUELING  piece  of  the  big  city.  amusement  flicks  in  the  corners  of  her  lips  as  she  follows  suit  down  the  short  row  of  stairs.  but  with  the  mentioning  of  questions,  lisbet’s  gaze  contorts  haphazardly.  people  only  asked  two  questions  about  her  sleepy,  yet  crooked  hometown:  how  are  the  slopes  &  what  was  WRONG  WITH  FRIGID.  a  moment  of  thoughtful  silence  buffers  between  the  inquiry  &  the  answer.  ❝  depends  —  you’re  not  one  of  those  flighty  speculators,  are you  ?  ❞  liz  had  her  own  reservations  about  the  town,  SURE,  but  a  certain  unwillingness  to  divulge  such  always  seemed  to  enmesh  itself  into  her  bones  when  the  topic  surfaced.  

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❝  my father, APPARENTLY.  ❞  when  she  hadn’t  been  drowning  with  her   actual  job  down  at  the  clinic,  liz  devoted  herself  to  keeping  the  family  store  afloat  in  her  father’s  absence.  she  devoted  herself  to  ANYTHING  OR  ANYONE  really—anything  to  keep  her  distracted  from  that  faint  pang  of  loneliness  that  churned  within  her  like  a  SICKNESS.  liz  surrounded  herself  with  people  because  she  didn’t  like  who  she  was  when  she  was  alone  —  a  woman  unraveling  at  the  seams.  lisbet  managed  her  lead  as  the  pair  walked  only  part  of  the  remaining  mass  of  boxes  up  the  ramp.  her  gaze  follows  in  suit  of  the  stranger,  settling  upon  the  rest  of  the  marked  boxes.  frankly,  liz  had  begun  to  feel  GUILTY  for  enlisting  her  help,  there  was  quite  a  bit  of  work  left  for  them  to  do.  dull  eyes  now  shift  over  to  her  newfound  counterpart,  ❝  yeah  well,  you’re  not  too  far  off  from  the  truth.  ❞  liz  did  in  fact  piss  off  the  delivery  guy.  persistent  in  such,  the  man  seemed  unrelenting  in  his  quest  to  flirt  with  her  every  time  lisbet  came  to  sign  off  on  the  shipment  in  place  of  her  father.  though  she  usually  played  into  the  charade  —  EVEN  OUT  OF  DISCOMFORT  —  she  didn’t  bite  today.  and  the  asshole  so  happened  to  deny  her  usage  of  his  trolley.  ❝  tell  you  what  —  i’ll  pay  for  your  groceries  if  you  help  finish  up  the  rest  of  those  boxes.  DEAL  ?  ❞

Agatha’s gaze moved from the person in front of her to the grocery store that they lingered behind, suddenly realising the enormity of the connection that she’d stumbled upon. Who else was likely to have answers about the town than the family who ran the local grocers? Stretching her arms out to ease the ache that had begun building in her muscles there, she couldn’t hide the grimace that fell on her lips at the description of the delivery guy. Not quite what she’d had in mind when she made the comment, but it definitely explained the situation. “What a piece of work” Agatha offers “I guess in a weird way it’s comforting to know that guys are still as dodgy here as they were back home.” With a resigned sigh Agatha makes her way back down the ramp to get the next box, even if it pulled every muscle in her body she was determined to help after this person had been screwed over by a man. And honestly Agatha couldn’t believe her luck, sure it would be nice to have her groceries paid for but there was another currency that she currently valued more. Answers. “Tell you what, I’ll help move these boxes and you can answer a few questions for me.”

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FAIR  POINT.  though  liz  rather  enjoyed  the  winter  weather,  she  drew  the  line  when  the  air  began  to  seep  into  her  walls  and  chill  her  bones.  ❝  yeah,  ❞  the  word  lingered  on  her  lips  before  drawing  another  mouthful  from  her  soda,  ❝  MAYBE  you  have  a  point.  ❞  an  inflection  on  her  words,  liz  quite  frankly  does  not  take  ease  in  admitting  such  —  or  admitting  ANYTHING  for  that  matter.  ❝  i  may  just  take  you  up  on  that  offer,  ❞  shoulder  leant  upon  the  surface  of  the  threshold,  liz  braved  a  short,  but  comfortable  silence  as  she  observed  the  man  at  work.  she  couldn’t  say  she  was  ENTHUSED  by  the  idea  of  her  shower  being  broken  another  day  —  much  less  having  to  utilize  someone  else’s  in  the  meantime  —  but  aug  was  a  person  too.  and  people  deserved  breaks.  and  SHOWERS.  a  gasp  rasps  in  her  throat,  accompanied  by  raised  brows.  ❝  NO  SHIT  ?  ❞  lisbet  chose  against  her  better  judgement  not  to  linger  on  the  topic  —  as  a  therapist  inquisition  came  easy  to  her.  ❝  just  look  after  yourself,  you  deserve  a  break  sometimes,  too.  ❞  a  certain  somberness  lingers  in  her  words,  one  only  heard  when  she  truly  meant  what  she  said.  in  most  circumstances,  it  wasn’t  heard  OFTEN.

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❝  i’m  sorry,  WHAT  ?  what  would  you  consider  a  10  ?  ❞  liz  stifled  a  laugh,  manicured  digit  hooking  the  tab  atop  of  the  can.  the  soda  opened  with  an  fizzling  eruption,  and  she  downs  her  first  mouthful  of  the  non-branded  drink,  reeling  slightly  at  the  somewhat  unfamiliar  taste.  ❝  WHAT  CAN  I  SAY  ?  i’m  a  woman  of  the  people.  ❞  still  perched  in  the  doorway,  lisbet  waved  the  aluminum  can  with  a manufactured  air  of  british  grandeur.  ❝  yeesh,  seems  like  you  could  use  a  shower  yourself,  aug.  ❞  a  HALF-TRUTH  but  a  jest  she  accompanied  with  a  grin  before  taking  another  sip  from  the  can.  ❝  how’s  the  leg  by  the  way  ?  i  haven’t  seen  you  around  the  clinic  lately.  ❞  she  hadn’t  meant  to  pry,  but  lisbet  couldn’t  help  but  to  ask  in  the  moment,  it  would  be  a  lie  if  she  said  she  hadn’t  been  at  least  slightly  CONCERNED.

“In this place? A boiler going bust for sure” Auggie’s casual tone was almost betrayed by the shit-eating grin curling at the corners of his mouth “a shower you can live without for a few days, it’ll cause a stink sure, but no heat? That’s doomed right there.” For a second Auggie regrets his decision to come straight from work, he knew she was joking but still there was a part of his brain that had to refrain from sniffing himself to see just how bad it was. All he knew was he got a frenzied call from Liz, and he’d come running. “I’d ask if you’re offering for me to use yours” He replies with his usual bright, joking tone “but that would mean I gotta fix it first. You’re welcome to use my shower if for some reason I can’t fix it tonight, I mean after me of course I clearly need it more.” August was grateful he’d already buried himself below the sink before Lisbet had asked the question he’d had a feeling was coming, it was the problem with small town living professional and personal relationships get mixed up until it’s all just a blur and no clear distinction remains. At least his grimace was hidden from her view. “Oh shit Liz, did no one tell you I lost my leg in an accident?” Was he using his natural tendency towards humour to deflect from the question? Maybe.

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❝  my father, APPARENTLY.  ❞  when  she  hadn’t  been  drowning  with  her   actual  job  down  at  the  clinic,  liz  devoted  herself  to  keeping  the  family  store  afloat  in  her  father’s  absence.  she  devoted  herself  to  ANYTHING  OR  ANYONE  really—anything  to  keep  her  distracted  from  that  faint  pang  of  loneliness  that  churned  within  her  like  a  SICKNESS.  liz  surrounded  herself  with  people  because  she  didn’t  like  who  she  was  when  she  was  alone  —  a  woman  unraveling  at  the  seams.  lisbet  managed  her  lead  as  the  pair  walked  only  part  of  the  remaining  mass  of  boxes  up  the  ramp.  her  gaze  follows  in  suit  of  the  stranger,  settling  upon  the  rest  of  the  marked  boxes.  frankly,  liz  had  begun  to  feel  GUILTY  for  enlisting  her  help,  there  was  quite  a  bit  of  work  left  for  them  to  do.  dull  eyes  now  shift  over  to  her  newfound  counterpart,  ❝  yeah  well,  you’re  not  too  far  off  from  the  truth.  ❞  liz  did  in  fact  piss  off  the  delivery  guy.  persistent  in  such,  the  man  seemed  unrelenting  in  his  quest  to  flirt  with  her  every  time  lisbet  came  to  sign  off  on  the  shipment  in  place  of  her  father.  though  she  usually  played  into  the  charade  —  EVEN  OUT  OF  DISCOMFORT  —  she  didn’t  bite  today.  and  the  asshole  so  happened  to  deny  her  usage  of  his  trolley.  ❝  tell  you  what  —  i’ll  pay  for  your  groceries  if  you  help  finish  up  the  rest  of  those  boxes.  DEAL  ?  ❞

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❝  YEAH,  WELL  …  ❞  the  woman  starts,  with  a  huff  of  laugh,  ❝  consider  this  a  lesson  LEARNED.  ❞  lisbet  flipped  the  stranger’s  inquiry  over  in  a  her  mind  for  a  moment,  falling  snow  freckling  her  features  as  she  idled.  now  that  liz  considered  it,  she  didn’t  actually  KNOW  where  to  take  it.  the  only  instructions  she  had  received  were  that  of  her  father  ordering  her  to  take  them  out  the  snow  before  townsfolk  came  to  raid  the  unguarded  supply.  ❝  let’s  just  uh  …  take  them  up  the  ramp.  ❞  she  gave  a  faint  nod  of  assurance,  ❝  i  should  be  able  to  figure  it  out  from there.  ❞  lowering  with  the  partial  bending  of  her  knees,  lisbet  enacts  her  pursuit   —  OR  RATHER  THE  ATTEMPT  —  of  lifting  the  stack  of  compact  yet  overly  weighted  boxes.  she  only  had  a  few  feet  left  until  they  reached  the  storefront  so  liz  hadn’t  felt  TOO  BAD  about  enlisting  the  help  of  a  stranger,  but  she  couldn’t  seem  to  shake  the  pang  of  guilt  of  doing  so  in  this  intolerable  weather.  nonetheless,  she  was  BEYOND  grateful  for  the  help.

The ramp. As Agatha looked at the ramp in question suddenly she was cursing her determination to be helpful, she really had no upper body strength to speak of so this would be killer on her arms. Silently she hoped anything useful would come of this. “Who did you piss off to get lumped with this job?” Agatha queries, while she manoeuvres herself to lift the other side of the box without cursing outwardly. With the box already starting to cause a strain in her muscles she follows the others lead as they navigate up the ramp, having to refrain from letting it drop as soon as they cleared the top. “Well that’s one of-” She takes a look back down at the pile of remaining stock over her shoulder, not bothering to hide her grimace “a lot. I take it back, maybe you pissed off the delivery driver because surely they have like a trolley or something they could have brought them at least up here with.”

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❝  was  it  that  OBVIOUS  ?  ❞  though  her  voice  remained  unenthused,  lisbet  couldn’t  seem  to  hinder  the  toothy  smile  the  inquiry  beckoned.  at  the  very  least,  it  had  been  a  surprise  to  see  one  of  her  many  drinking  buddies  —  WHOM  SHE  SEEMED  TO  COLLECT  LIKE  TRADING  CARDS  —  outside  of  their  usual  habitat.  perhaps  she  hadn’t  bothered  to  consider  that  ethan  too  had  a  life  outside  of  the  frost  club.  ❝  using  my  words  against  me  now,  huh  ?  maybe  i  really  will  start  CHARGING  you  for  advice.  ❞  albeit  unlicensed  to  do  so  outside  of  her  medical  practice,  liz  had  made  it  something  of  a  habit  to  CHARGE  her  drinking  buddy  a  shot  tax  for  her  self-professed  ‘wonderful’  advice.  ❝  your  guess  is  as  good  as  mine.  my  dad  has  been  on  this  WEIRD  health  junkie  wave  lately  so  probably  a  new  shipment  of  kombucha  health  shots  or  something.  ❞  a  peleton  junkie  herself,  liz  hadn’t  much  minded  her  father’s  latest  endeavors  in  ATTEMPTING  to  convert  the  family  store  into  a  small  town  whole foods,  but  he  constantly  managed  to  surprise  the  woman  with  his  choice  of  shelf  stock.

where:  outside of joe’s grocery

lashes  flutter  shut  and  a  smartening  pain  greets  the  woman.  lisbet  steels  herself  in  place  momentarily,  palm  flattened  against  the  papery  surface  of  one  of  the  cardboard  boxes  she  had  ATTEMPTED  to  transfer  into  the  store  on  her  lonesome   —  a  task  that  had  proven  itself  to  be  FAR  more  difficult  than  she  had  initially  considered.  the  aching  in  her  muscles  is  entirely  overshadowed  by  her  apparent  inability  to  catch  her  breath   —  JESUS FUCK  —  her  chest  rises  and  expands  with  the  deepest  inhalation  she  can  muster.  just  before  liz  can  return  to  her  previous  toiling,  a  distant  figure  enters  her  line  of  sight.  with  no  further  consideration,  she’s  waving  after  their  attention.  ❝  HEY,  hey   —  excuse  me  !  mind  giving  me  a  hand  here  ?  these  boxes  are  uh  . .  WAY  heavier  than  i  thought.  ❞  she  admits  with  a  short  sight  &  and  perhaps  another  breath  of  air  wintery  air.  

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❝  i’m  sorry,  WHAT  ?  what  would  you  consider  a  10  ?  ❞  liz  stifled  a  laugh,  manicured  digit  hooking  the  tab  atop  of  the  can.  the  soda  opened  with  an  fizzling  eruption,  and  she  downs  her  first  mouthful  of  the  non-branded  drink,  reeling  slightly  at  the  somewhat  unfamiliar  taste.  ❝  WHAT  CAN  I  SAY  ?  i’m  a  woman  of  the  people.  ❞  still  perched  in  the  doorway,  lisbet  waved  the  aluminum  can  with  a manufactured  air  of  british  grandeur.  ❝  yeesh,  seems  like  you  could  use  a  shower  yourself,  aug.  ❞  a  HALF-TRUTH  but  a  jest  she  accompanied  with  a  grin  before  taking  another  sip  from  the  can.  ❝  how’s  the  leg  by  the  way  ?  i  haven’t  seen  you  around  the  clinic  lately.  ❞  she  hadn’t  meant  to  pry,  but  lisbet  couldn’t  help  but  to  ask  in  the  moment,  it  would  be  a  lie  if  she  said  she  hadn’t  been  at  least  slightly  CONCERNED.

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from  the  looks  of  it  —  as  such  was  a  reflection  of  many  of  her  mornings  since  she  moved  back  to  frigid  —  lisbet  had  been  busied  since  the  knick  of  DAWN.  as  she  saw  it,  if  she  hadn't  been  swept  up  the  current  gauche  that  was  her  work  at  the  clinic,  she  was  better  off  putting  her  efforts  into  her  new  rental:  one  that  she  more  SOONER  THAN  LATER  wanted  to  make  a  home  out  of.  and  of  course,  her  efforts  are  not  made  in  vain.  had  the  woman  not  been  so  enthusiastic,  perhaps  lisbet  would  have  never  discovered  the  shortage  of  water  pressure  in  the  kitchen  &  bathroom.  much  to  her  luck  auggie  had  picked  up  her  frenzied  call,  and  dropped  by  with  her  request.  ❝  thank  you,  CAPTAIN  OBVIOUS  !  ❞  her  voice  filters  into  the  bathroom  from  the  kitchen.  pilfering  through  the  already  slim  contents  of  her  fridge,  lisbet  recovered  two  varied  cans  of  soda.  ❝  usually  i’d  probably  say  it’s  no  big  deal.  BUT,  i  do  kind  of  prefer  taking  showers,  so  …  doomed,  definitely  doomed.  ❞   she  mused  from  the  doorway  —  taking  note  of  the  man’s  grimace  before  gesturing  over  one  of  the  chilled  cans.  ❝  SODA  ?  ❞

“Okay but, showers are way overrated” Auggie offers with a signature teasing grin on his lips, though admittedly the thoughts of a nice shower to ease his aching skin where it was fighting his prosthetic almost gave him away as a hypocrite “so I’d for sure knock that down to like - a 7.5 at most.” But no matter what level of broken something was, Auggie was never one to leave someone he cared about to suffer, as much as he jests about it. Taking the offered soda Auggie offers a grateful smile, popping the tab and taking a decent gulp before continuing “You always do spoil me Liz.” After taking another sip he places the can down on the counter, pushing himself away so that he can psyche himself up for what came next. Even though Auggie had been using a prosthetic successfully for nearly twenty years there were still some things that never got easier, like getting down onto the floor to get under the kitchen sink. “I may not agree with your priorities, but, I’ll see what I can do” Auggie quickly removes his jacket revealing the heavily stained shirt from his escapades at work that day underneath. He hadn’t wanted to be completely gross when he showed up at Liz’s place, but was also extremely reluctant to keep her waiting. The jacket, and half a can of axe spray stolen from the locker room, had been the compromise. At least, he mused while lowering himself down onto the floor very ungracefully, that it would save wasting a clean shirt.

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❝  YEAH,  WELL  . . .  ❞  the  woman  starts,  with  a  huff  of  laugh,  ❝  consider  this  a  lesson  LEARNED.  ❞  lisbet  flipped  the  stranger’s  inquiry  over  in  a  her  mind  for  a  moment,  falling  snow  freckling  her  features  as  she  idled.  now  that  liz  considered  it,  she  didn’t  actually  KNOW  where  to  take  it.  the  only  instructions  she  had  received  were  that  of  her  father  ordering  her  to  take  them  out  the  snow  before  townsfolk  came  to  raid  the  unguarded  supply.  ❝  let’s  just  uh  . . .  take  them  up  the  ramp.  ❞  she  gave  a  faint  nod  of  assurance,  ❝  i  should  be  able  to  figure  it  out  from there.  ❞  lowering  with  the  partial  bending  of  her  knees,  lisbet  enacts  her  pursuit   —  OR  RATHER  THE  ATTEMPT  —  of  lifting  the  stack  of  compact  yet  overly  weighted  boxes.  she  only  had  a  few  feet  left  until  they  reached  the  storefront  so  liz  hadn’t  felt  TOO  BAD  about  enlisting  the  help  of  a  stranger,  but  she  couldn’t  seem  to  shake  the  pang  of  guilt  of  doing  so  in  this  intolerable  weather.  nonetheless,  she  was  BEYOND  grateful  for  the  help.

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where:  outside of joe’s grocery

lashes  flutter  shut  and  a  smartening  pain  greets  the  woman.  lisbet  steels  herself  in  place  momentarily,  palm  flattened  against  the  papery  surface  of  one  of  the  cardboard  boxes  she  had  ATTEMPTED  to  transfer  into  the  store  on  her  lonesome   —  a  task  that  had  proven  itself  to  be  FAR  more  difficult  than  she  had  initially  considered.  the  aching  in  her  muscles  is  entirely  overshadowed  by  her  apparent  inability  to  catch  her  breath   —  JESUS FUCK  —  her  chest  rises  and  expands  with  the  deepest  inhalation  she  can  muster.  just  before  liz  can  return  to  her  previous  toiling,  a  distant  figure  enters  her  line  of  sight.  with  no  further  consideration,  she’s  waving  after  their  attention.  ❝  HEY,  hey   —  excuse  me  !  mind  giving  me  a  hand  here  ?  these  boxes  are  uh  . .  WAY  heavier  than  i  thought.  ❞  she  admits  with  a  short  sight  &  and  perhaps  another  breath  of  air  wintery  air.  

The more time that Agatha spent in Frigid, with residents just going about their days, the unease that had begun settling on her chest grew heavier. Somehow a mystery about an aunt she didn’t know existed until a month after she died had become something bigger, between the hoarders haven Agatha had inherited and the strange town there was just no let-up. She needed answers, before it drove her insane. She also needed milk, which meant braving a walk over to the grocery and hopefully she’d bump into someone with answers along the way.

Never one to miss an opportunity she spots the person struggling with the boxes, immediately moving in to assist even though she doubted her own strength would lend much to the situation. Was definitely worth it if could get a resident to open up. “I’ve definitely learned the hard way recently that cardboard boxes can be very deceptive” Agatha flashes her warmest smile, quickly shifting her position to grab the other side of the box. “Where are we taking it?”

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from  the  looks  of  it  —  as  such  was  a  reflection  of  many  of  her  mornings  since  she  moved  back  to  frigid  —  lisbet  had  been  busied  since  the  knick  of  DAWN.  as  she  saw  it,  if  she  hadn't  been  swept  up  the  current  gauche  that  was  her  work  at  the  clinic,  she  was  better  off  putting  her  efforts  into  her  new  rental:  one  that  she  more  SOONER  THAN  LATER  wanted  to  make  a  home  out  of.  and  of  course,  her  efforts  are  not  made  in  vain.  had  the  woman  not  been  so  enthusiastic,  perhaps  lisbet  would  have  never  discovered  the  shortage  of  water  pressure  in  the  kitchen  &  bathroom.  much  to  her  luck  auggie  had  picked  up  her  frenzied  call,  and  dropped  by  with  her  request.  ❝  thank  you,  CAPTAIN  OBVIOUS  !  ❞  her  voice  filters  into  the  bathroom  from  the  kitchen.  pilfering  through  the  already  slim  contents  of  her  fridge,  lisbet  recovered  two  varied  cans  of  soda.  ❝  usually  i’d  probably  say  it’s  no  big  deal.  BUT,  i  do  kind  of  prefer  taking  showers,  so  . . .  doomed,  definitely  doomed.  ❞   she  mused  from  the  doorway  —  taking  note  of  the  man’s  grimace  before  gesturing  over  one  of  the  chilled  cans.  ❝  SODA  ?  ❞

“Oh yeah” Auggie announces with his all too familiar, work related, grimace “this is for sure broken.” Most of Auggie’s job was giving people bad news, and then he fixed the broken thing and all was forgiven. But it always started out with the bad. Trying to relieve the pressure on his prosthetic, as usual he’d been on it all day and hadn’t given himself any real breaks, he eases himself down until he’s resting on a nearby ledge trying to hide the relief from his face. “On a scale of 1 to I’m doomed how important is it?” 

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where:  outside of joe’s grocery

lashes  flutter  shut  and  a  smartening  pain  greets  the  woman.  lisbet  steels  herself  in  place  momentarily,  palm  flattened  against  the  papery  surface  of  one  of  the  cardboard  boxes  she  had  ATTEMPTED  to  transfer  into  the  store  on  her  lonesome   —  a  task  that  had  proven  itself  to  be  FAR  more  difficult  than  she  had  initially  considered.  the  aching  in  her  muscles  is  entirely  overshadowed  by  her  apparent  inability  to  catch  her  breath   —  JESUS FUCK  —  her  chest  rises  and  expands  with  the  deepest  inhalation  she  can  muster.  just  before  liz  can  return  to  her  previous  toiling,  a  distant  figure  enters  her  line  of  sight.  with  no  further  consideration,  she’s  waving  after  their  attention.  ❝  HEY,  hey   —  excuse  me  !  mind  giving  me  a  hand  here  ?  these  boxes  are  uh  . .  WAY  heavier  than  i  thought.  ❞  she  admits  with  a  short  sight  &  and  perhaps  another  breath  of  air  wintery  air.  

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RP MEMES: PLATONIC TOUCHING

memes for touches that are platonic. ‘My muse’ is the receiver, ‘Your muse’ is the sender. 

add + REVERSE to reverse the actions

[ SHOULDER ] to grasp my muse by the shoulder to turn them around

[ MUG ] wrap my muse’s hands around a hot mug

[ BLANKET ] to drape a blanket over my muse’s shoulder

[ HUG ] to hug my muse from behind

[ SNUGGLE ] to watch a movie snuggled together

[ SHOVE ] to playfully shove my muse

[ HIGH FIVE ] to attempt to high five my muse

[ SIT ] to sit next to my muse and bump shoulders

[ DRAPE ] to drape an arm over my muse’s shoulder

[ OFFER ] to offer my muse food

[ GROAN ] to groan in frustration at my muse over the phone

[ LIFT ] to help my muse lift something heavy

[ HAND ] to touch my muse’s hand/s in comfort

[ NIGHTMARE ] to wake my muse up from a nightmare

[ SIGN ] to use sign language to sign to my muse gratitude 

[ FLICK ] to flick my muse on the forehead for something they said

[ DRINK ] to steal my muse’s drink and take a sip

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LOVE AND THEO   ( YOU S3, 2021 )

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* ASTERIK IS MOST WANTED. PLEASE CONTACT IF INTERESTED, ALL SPOTS OPEN.

ROMANTIC  !

* on again, off again.  for whatever reason, you seemed to have garnered lisbet’s attention. she seems to have enmeshed herself into you--leaves things at your place, wears your shirts until you forget they were yours to begin with. and yet, the question still lingers. what are we  ?

the one that got away.  the love of her life--or so you thought--the two of you met during your teen years and skirted around a relationship for the sum of it. now that lisbet has returned to frigid, it seems things have gotten a little complicated between you two.

crush.  lisbet admires you--and perhaps this is a shared sentiment. whether you’re coworkers or drinking buddies, the two of you get on like an old married couple.   

PLATONIC  /  FAMILIAL  !

older sister.  the two of them got on well in their girlhood, but it seems their mother’s passing and the current going ons with their father’s heath & family business has wedged some distance between them. lisbet still loves her sister, just from an arm’s length.  taken.

* coworkers.  you both work at the clinic. no matter your position, you’re likely to see lisbet fleeting from one wing of the clinic to the other. you likely keep each other company in the breakroom and oft go for drinks or grab food after work.

drinking buddies.  by all appearances, it isn’t likely that you hang out outside of a bar setting, but when you get together with lisbet, you’re ensured to have a good time.  

* the support line.  the two of you met in a familial loss support group. you both carry your own hefty baggage but can take solace in your probably way too dependent relationship.  taken.

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shall we try the compliment tunnel?

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THE WILDS: 1.04 “DAY SIX”