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Peeta is outside.




Walking, because he can't stay still.

Plus, he can't stay inside after what happened.

Date: 2012-04-07 04:26 pm (UTC)
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Staying still builds walls, fills the air, steals breath. There is nothing that can't be softened with movement.

Rachel is jogging. Getting close to her stride, getting her breath under control. Which means, soon, she'll need to break it up.

Before the walls close in again.



She's been around - she can't leave,, of course - but being in Milliways doesn't mean being visible to the rest. Unless they've walked into the mountains, past a small triangular symbol.

So she recognizes Peeta, if not his name. Not right away.

Date: 2012-04-07 04:45 pm (UTC)
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Slapping feet because it's rare for her to run in shoes, when the weather is nice. Twigs, rocks, pine needles - obstacles that definitely don't calm her down (cursing is not very calming) but distract. Besides, building up that muscle, making bare feet convenient instead of a draw back - there's no downside.

But she recognizes him. It's been a while, long enough that she remembers his name starts with P and that's about it. And honestly, she does not know how long it's been exactly.

A calendar, here, would be further torture.

But she recognizes him.

And slows down, breathing evenly. A vague movement that is the suggestion of a waving hand.

"Hey."

Date: 2012-04-07 05:20 pm (UTC)
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Is there such a thing as a bad day for a run? When the alternative is indoors, that is.

So she shrugs. And hopes someone will speak before she has to remember his name.

Peter?

"It's been a while. Um. How are you?"

Date: 2012-04-07 05:35 pm (UTC)
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Have they progressed to weather already?

Rachel smiles tightly and shrugs. "Bar will give you a room key, if you need to get some sleep."

Date: 2012-04-07 05:47 pm (UTC)
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It's not Peter. She knows Peter isn't right. But it's close, and what name comes close to Peter?

Then again, her closest acquaintance in Milliways is a cat-god named Yrael. So Peter probably isn't her only option here.

"Well." She glances over her shoulder. The lake, the forest. The mountains off in the hazy distance. "Have you been out here much?"

Date: 2012-04-07 06:00 pm (UTC)
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There is nothing like the arena here. Unless he follows Rachel through the forest, anyway.

"I guess that's why I haven't seen you in a while. I'm usually out here."

Date: 2012-04-07 09:45 pm (UTC)
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Best.

What's best. Here.

Best of all that Milliways has to offer.

Best.



There is a pause, just long enough to be obvious, her expression just focused enough to show what a difficult question it was.

Small talk is easier when it stays small, but so much is complicated in her world that apparently isn't in anyone else's.


"It's not like the inside," is Rachel's eventually answer, shrugging again, making the effort to look directly at him. Have a conversation. "There's not that much that's special. Some stuff to be careful around, I guess. There's squid and stuff in the lake, demon rabbits in the forest. Whatever else someone let loose at any time, you know? But mostly it's just... outside. It's not an amusement park."

Date: 2012-04-07 10:02 pm (UTC)
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The human mind reaches a certain point where it cannot be surprised anymore.

Rachel smirks, amused that Peeta hasn't quite reached that point.

"They're not as dramatic as it sounds. They're small, with red eyes. They can breathe fire but not enough to really hurt a human."

Date: 2012-04-07 10:12 pm (UTC)
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"I think so," Rachel says with a shrug, unconcerned. She's heard the story before, she's sure. But whoever it was is gone and the rabbits are still here, which is the part that matters.

"The animals go after them, or people use them as hunting practice. I guess their numbers get out of control pretty quick."

And Rachel's used them a time or two for bartering with Bar.

Date: 2012-04-07 10:21 pm (UTC)
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"It's the kind of strange that mostly stays out of your way," Rachel replies firmly.

An important difference from a lot of other Milliways strange.

Date: 2012-04-07 10:37 pm (UTC)
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Most people in Milliways expect you to stop, address them, acknowledge their existence and make some sort of conversation. It's so rare that someone doesn't, Rachel hasn't had to worry about pushing herself on someone.

Especially since she rarely wants to talk in the first place.

"Yeah, so... being outside in general is the 'best.' I guess."

Date: 2012-04-07 11:34 pm (UTC)
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She watches his hand fall for a moment. Then focuses on him again, smile small. Tight.

She has to try. To talk. Converse. Whatever.

"Yeah, I hear there's not much in there," she points out, trying to tease. "Food, maybe."

Rats.

Date: 2012-04-08 12:39 am (UTC)
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"It better be labeled, if it's poison," Rachel replies, smirking.

Smug, a little. It's going well if she can get someone to laugh.

"That's what you do at home, isn't it? Cooking?"

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