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Dec. 19th, 2011 12:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
paper_knightToday Mark is walking up and down a snowy New York street, circa 1935 or so, knocking on doors. He's already heard from other transmissions that all of the worlds are empty, but he wants to verify it for himself. "This is the neighborhood where I grew up," he says, panning the camera over the unmarked sidewalk. "I've never seen it so empty."
Later in the day he'll make his way through the rifts to a somewhat more rural area, marked by the silhouette of a lighthouse and the sound of crashing waves. The emptiness is less eerie here--most of the homes would be locked up for the off-season anyway. Mark is poking around in the only lit building, riffling through his own filing cabinet in an attempt to determine the timeline in which this place exists. "None of this makes any sense..."
Later in the day he'll make his way through the rifts to a somewhat more rural area, marked by the silhouette of a lighthouse and the sound of crashing waves. The emptiness is less eerie here--most of the homes would be locked up for the off-season anyway. Mark is poking around in the only lit building, riffling through his own filing cabinet in an attempt to determine the timeline in which this place exists. "None of this makes any sense..."
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Date: 2011-12-20 07:10 am (UTC)She lets go of his hand for only a moment, so that she can bend down and lick the sidewalk a few times.
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Date: 2011-12-20 04:03 pm (UTC)"Anywhere in particular you want to go? It's a big city."
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Date: 2011-12-20 06:14 pm (UTC)Even once they begin walking, they'll have to go slow. Terezi's far too busy with her nose in the air, trying to get a good handle on the place.
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Date: 2011-12-20 06:58 pm (UTC)"I can think of a few."
He leads her up a block or two to a little corner newsstand, stocked with newspapers (dateless jibberish), magazines, and copies of Black Mask and Amazing Stories.
"This was my favorite as a kid. Bought all my dime novels here."
He says it a little sheepishly. He doesn't think it's much of a spectacle.
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Date: 2011-12-20 08:35 pm (UTC)She runs her fingers across the publications, picking a copy of Amazing Stories at random. She holds it out to Mark.
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Date: 2011-12-20 08:56 pm (UTC)"Space aliens (http://tinyurl.com/cr26gy8), apparently."
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Date: 2011-12-20 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-21 03:29 am (UTC)This is, of course, a lie. He's not even trying to keep a straight face.
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Date: 2011-12-22 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-22 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-22 05:59 am (UTC)She places the magazine back on the rack and tugs at Mark's hand.
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Date: 2011-12-22 06:25 am (UTC)They're covering Mark's neighborhood first--the important places here are quiet, sentimental. But that doesn't mean he's out of ideas.
"Are you hungry?"
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Date: 2011-12-22 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-24 03:02 am (UTC)"Chinese food. It's everywhere now, but this was the only place around when I was a kid."
And oh, it was a big deal--both going out to eat and to go somewhere even ersatz-exotic.
The restaurant is, of course, abandoned, but a couple of tables are set with plates of still-warm chow-mein.
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Date: 2011-12-25 06:29 am (UTC)Before she asks, she's already got her nose in the food, sniffing and licking and apparently liking it, because without sitting, she's already picking noodles and slurping them down.
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Date: 2011-12-26 04:49 am (UTC)Well. Sort of.
"It was new. Still taking off."