yes I knew it was no moonshine, it is real

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Who: vi and various people
What: a catchall for october feat. vileblood anxiety things, animal shenanigans, facepainting things, non-event things. starters will be in the comments. ping me at eisdamme or eisdamme#7495 if you would like one.
When: throughout the month of october
Where: the rookery kitchen, ursulas, cellar door, willful machine, the outpost, the entertainment feed, other places.

Content Warnings: tba

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[ Robby's heard about those: the small memorials that people put together, even if it's just a car accident, an unfortunate passing. Flowers gathered in the place that it happened, the ways they mark the memory of someone gone, even if you only see that it's occurred than by knowing a name.

He notes the mention of a revolt, the personal quality of it. Vi's life has been hard, he knows -- for her to even think of this, to know just through experience. And more than this, her time locked up more than his own stint in juvie. Their talk of how even good bread is a joy to her. Robby doesn't know if it's her experience that comforts him, or just Vi alone -- the one he shares American snacks with, the parkour, the odd jobs. One of his nice things about being here, and it's why he'd come to her in the first place, hadn't it?

There'd been no particular expectations, except for Vi herself. And this time he doesn't feel the need to protest, or to question her offer. ]

...I'd like that. If you could help me find the names.

[ Because he's been too ashamed to go down there himself, and he admits, breathing out- ] I don't know how to do it. I mean-- without looking like an idiot.

[ Feeling like one. And then there's the question of what to leave, and Robby isn't certain he can think of anything right then. One thing at a time, maybe. ]

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Of course.

[it comes out almost before he asks - because there's no way she's going to just send him on his way for this. she knows how to break bad news - she'd heard vander do it countless times - that was life in the lanes. firm, but compassionate, sympathetic but ...not too emotional. all of that, she can do.]

They'd probably like it, too. Even if it makes them sad, or angry. They have a place to ...put it.

[their grief, their rage. whatever else they want or need. she's been on the other side of that, that helpless feeling of needing an outlet and having nothing but four walls and no closure.]

I can be the idiot.

[it's not a joke, but she just gives another small shrug. she's made some headway with a few dockside trenchies, but it's hard going - and they've never been kind or welcoming. she's had a trenchie or two spit in her face, fearful, rageful; vengeful. grief? she can handle that.]

Maybe we could leave some ...nets? [the implication being: we're both bad at it, but it's honest.] I could probably draw him, if you want. Maybe just their backs, looking out at the ocean as they make ...better nets.

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[ She won't be the idiot. At least, Robby doesn't think. The idiot is the one who approaches people not knowing what to say, or being unable to say it. To own up to it, what happened, the truth. He doesn't say that now, knowing he's hiding behind her figurative skirts with this, but he'll take that place this one time. Just so he doesn't coward out of it entirely. ]

Some nets could work. [ Maybe her art? He doesn't know, but he wouldn't stop her. Nets though, that's something he can do. Wonders as well-- ] Those crazy crabs still around? The other guy-- I think he had a family. I mean... crab meat doesn't bring a husband back...

[ But it's something, right? He hopes, and he wonders if the limping man had a family too, despite seeming such a loner even amongst peers.

It's a shrug in his voice, an idea. ]