let's go down to normal town

[gramarye]

Who: William Yao and Wolfgang Einhorn
What: oh god what is this how did i get here im not good with computer making friends
When: Coardi the 18th
Where: Tinker's Lot, Serpolet
Warnings: TBA if needed.

Belatedly he realises this is a bit of a bad idea, that he still feels like avoiding everyone who actually knows him, but... he really does need that chain to fix his bike and Will has been really nice to him, he doesn't want to blow the guy off like a jerk. And he really is going to be in the area anyway -- as his money's dwindling, he's been finding more creative ways to make money, and the life drawing class he somehow agreed to model for went well, if it was a bit embarrassing. (That's more people to have seen him naked in one day than his entire life previously.) Donating blood in Mafaton went less well -- in that the abdead phlebotomist stared at him the whole time and then caught him on the way out to hiss come back soon into his ear, thoroughly freaking him out.

They paid him a lot, though. He'll probably go back.

Since fixing his bike is a high priority for him, he decided to suck it up, took a couple shots of that whatever-it-is he's been keeping in a flask in his bag, and got on the skyrail northwest from Howl Barrow. His face is still a mess. The bruising is finally starting to fade and that cut on his head looks less hideous, but the rest of him is, as ever, impeccable, even if he could probably use another jacket. (Baedal is so cold, he's used to living somewhere where it's 20°C year-round.) When he gets to the property he pauses, hovering on the edge of it -- it's a lot bigger than he thought it would be and some of those machines are frankly fucking terrifying. (Fascinating, yes, he's dying to know how they work, but terrifying.) He is very difficult to miss, he's a million feet tall and looks rather out of place and lost.

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[gramarye]

"I didn't mean to cause any trouble." As if that even needed to be said. Yes, that Mr. Einhorn: notorious troublemaker. Can't take him anywhere, really.

He shoves his hands in his pockets -- the mark shining clearly through that extra layer of fabric as easily as if it didn't exist -- and shrugs his shoulders, looking for all the world like a kid who just got caught at something and not like a potential dangerous criminal. The hat is definitely not helping. "Well, now that I've made everything super awkward..."

[charismatic]

“It's not your fault,” Will says. “Most people aren't here don't really care.” Not that he's really noticed any other people with brands out here, but it's probably because he wasn't looking for it. Like, people with glowing hands? Par for the course. Everything is so weird around here that it wouldn't really have registered until he knew what it meant. He'll notice now, though.

“Do you want to look at some of the other places?” he adds after a moment. He wouldn't blame Wolfgang if not. Will can be more careful about which sites they visit now, but he can't guarantee no one else will be an asshole.

[gramarye]

They're not hard to spot, once you know what to look for -- but that's rather the point. Most of them work in some menial position for the city, doing what no one else will volunteer for, but they're also in the Arena. Or the Spatters. Wolfgang is lucky; it's not unusual for the mark to be applied to the face.

(Possibly someone had the good sense to realise what a tragedy that would be.)

"Sure. If you're still up for it."

[charismatic]

“Yeah, of course,” Will says. He hesitates for a moment and then slings an arm around Wolfgang's shoulders, guiding him around to go back in the other direction. The height difference makes it a little awkward, but whatever. If it makes him uncomfortable, Will can let go. “What are you in the mood to see?”

[gramarye]

He is very visibly startled by the gesture -- not necessarily for the usual reason, which is that being touched makes him feel weird, but because it feels familiar in a way he can't describe. Like a memory that's just out of reach, but it's so non-specific that why he would be trying to remember something in particular is beyond him.

A cousin, maybe. It troubles him, that he can't remember.

"Something not likely to get either of us in trouble?" And yet, somehow he suspects that is exactly what's going to happen.

[charismatic]

Will laughs, keeping his hold light. It's meant to be companionable, not overbearing. “I know a few places,” he says.

[gramarye]

"Oh, good. I'll trust you, then." Nothing can go wrong with that plan! He'll allow Will to lead him about, then, while trying to sort out how he feels about casual touching -- it helps that he's not a stranger and the context is friendly.

[charismatic]

It goes pretty well. They get a few looks here and there but no one else tries to chase them out and Will figures that's about as much as they can expect. When they loop back around to the front, Will pauses in front of the shack, reaching over to tip the firefighter's hat on Wolfgang's head. “You should call me later,” he says. “We can do something fun with less chance of explosions.”

[gramarye]

He asks a lot of questions -- ... a lot, he can't help it, everything here fascinates him -- and makes note of a few places he's probably going to come back to. Wolfgang is neither an inventor nor an engineer -- not by the civilian definition, anyway -- but boy does he love tinkering with shit.

He pulls a face and reaches up to steady it to keep it from falling over his face like a little boy playing dress-up in someone else's clothes, then removes it. "I will. I'll let you know if there are any bars that need terrorizing." Will can terrorize them, he means, Wolfgang will just be his cheerleader.

[charismatic]

“I'm always good for that,” Will says agreeably. He's sure someone out there agrees with the term terrorize, even if he personally thinks it's a bit aggressive. “Tell you what, I'll even bring along my phone from home. There are a ton of pictures and stuff on it.” And the holographic screen and stuff – Wolfgang saw it that time he showed the network pictures of stuff from out here, he's pretty sure.

[gramarye]

"Oh, I'd love that!" Son. Rein it in. He pauses, then adds, "You know, not to sound like a dork or anything." He puts the helmet back where it came from, glad to be rid of it, and runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it which does pretty much nothing except get more static electricity in it. Oh well. "I'll call you, then. Thank you, it was nice to look around."

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[charismatic]

“Any time.” Will says, like he's not already hatching a plan to drag Wolfgan out dancing or something horribly inappropriate for temperament. “I'll see you later.”