Day 49: Early Afternoon - Black Rock Inn

[boyking]

So much for not ending up drowned.

In retrospect, Sam probably should've escaped to a diner or something and stayed dry since it wasn't as if his walking about had yielded anything remotely useful. But he'd wanted to actually do something. He hadn't expected it to go from pouring to dumping buckets, either, but there it was.

At least he'd managed to talk to Dean this morning. Really talk, that was. Yeah, he still had no idea how the hell he was gonna pull any of this off—figuring out this date crap, saving Dean, the list kinda went on—but he'd gotten Dean on board and somehow that was...important, in and of itself. They hadn't been on the same page in awhile. Maybe they still weren't, but it felt that way for now. Sam couldn't ask for more.

Though God knew how long it'd last. Probably not very. You grow up around someone and after awhile, it got easy to predict how things usually went between the two of you.

Shaking rain-soaked bangs out of his eyes, he slipped into the nearest place he could find. Which happened to be—actually, it happened to be a pretty nice place. Nicer than some of the little shops around here and definitely way nicer than the run-down motels he tended to crash in. It made him feel twice as awkward, considering he was already dripping wet on top of everything else, but honestly he didn't even care. They already figured he was crazy so it wasn't like they could think any less of him. Right now, he was more interested in avoiding pneumonia than making friends.

He did keep off the couches, though. No point in leaving them wet for anyone else coming in. He ducked down near the fireplace instead. It was a real fireplace, not one of those fake ones that half of the places had these days. You didn't see those a lot anymore. With any luck, the whole psychiatric patient gig would keep most people away while he made his futile attempt to dry off.

Man. He wondered where Dean was. A part of him kinda hoped Dean was just as soaked as he was. It'd only be fair.

[his new best friends Lelouch and Nunnally]

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[kingside]

Doubling back had not been anywhere in Lelouch's itinerary for the day, but with the weather behaving the way it was, the decision to lead them back toward Germaine Street and the warm-looking inn he'd seen earlier that day came very quickly. Nunnally's outfit, while very pretty on her, was far from practical in the rain, and seated as she was, she presented a much larger target for the falling droplets to hit. He'd been quick to offer her his coat when they'd left the Tasty Burger, but perhaps just as predictably, she'd declined.

At least their destination had been fairly close. Lelouch didn't even want to think what might have happened if they'd had to make the journey back from the Twin Pines Restaurant instead, and with a small, worried glance down at Nunnally, he shook off his hood and began pushing her chair toward the fireplace. The sooner they could get her out of that damp coat, the better. He would have preferred it if they could head straight back to the institute so that she could get a fresh change of clothes instead, but with the day only halfway over...

Completely ignoring the other person by the fire, he drew to a halt near the warmest, most comfortable-looking couch and stepped around the wheelchair. "Are you all right?" he asked softly, offering her his hand. As he'd expected, she was worse off than him, but since they were inside-- "Here, let me take your coat. I'll dry it off for you." Hang it by the fire and let that do the work, actually, but now wasn't the time to dwell on particulars.

[hasnomeaning]

The day had passed quietly; the town offering little of interest. She had been wandering with no clear want in sight, simply going over the little that was now known about this place. If the other had been speaking truth, this place was... An experimental facility? The question of why the Eva pilots were there remained, but if soldiers were something commonplace, she could look to that for explanation. If there were any.

The fall of rain stopped any further musings in her wanderings, and herded inside a building, she lightly shook her head, drops of water falling from the strands. The plaid dress she was wearing had been mostly saved from wetness, though the jacket differed. She shrugged it off, moving near the fireplace in hopes of drying the material. Close, she stopped, eyes glancing familiarity. Ikari was curled nearby resting. There was a beat of pause, and then she quietly sat down next to his sleeping form; carefully, in the hopes of letting him continue to rest.

[Shinji]