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Who: Shrieky, Jae and Wolfgang (in separate threads)
What: DAY TRIPS GALORE!
When: Last Misdi for Wolfgang, Givdi for Jae
Where: The Beach and Howl Barrow respectively
Warnings: Potential for the risque revelation of nipples in the beach thread.

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"I don't know yet."

The edges of the waves only touch his feet briefly before they recede; he doesn't feel like going out much further, though he does crouch down to get a closer look at the colorful little crabs darting into the sand as the water brings them up.

"Maybe I'm here for a reason. I don't want to squander that. But it's been hard so far."

"People have been being brought here for centuries," Shrieky points out, "If you're here for a reason, it might not become an obvious one until a hundred years from now."

On the surface, that doesn't sound like the most inspiring of insights, so he decides to expand upon it, "...What I mean is, I don't think you should worry about squandering anything. Even if you are here for a reason, it's not as if you were consulted before being brought here, or as if you owe any kind of fealty to destiny, or any other force that sees fit to estrange you from your life and family."

He sloshes back through the water, out onto the shore, and begins the process of shedding his sweat pants and t-shirt. He might not be planning on going out deep into the water, but he kind of wants to sit down in the shallows.

"I think," he continues, muffled briefly by the fabric of his t-shirt, "That you should just do what you want, and do what seems like a good idea at the time, and try to be happy. And if you can't be happy, then don't be." Now freed from the garments, he looks back to Jae, "You don't owe that to anyone either."

You're going to get pneumonia, he thinks, in Shrieky's direction, but doesn't say it. He knows it'd be derailing; even something as simple as 'just wait and see and don't stress out over it' would require acknowledging his issues. Even to set them aside, it seems like too daunting of a task.

It should say something that a guy who can't walk down stairs is right about something of this magnitude. It should say (scream, yell, blast from a boombox into his face) that Jae is DOING IT WRONG. But that's the problem with suppressed trauma. It doesn't adhere to logic.

"You're probably right." He's totally right. Maybe Jae will actually call that Hellsing guy tonight.

(Nope.)

Shrieky paces a few feet out, deep enough into the water that it laps at his knees, then he drops down into a crouch so that it rises up to his chin. This feels nice, being submerged again.

"I think I am. Perhaps it becomes easier to live here if you don't put so much pressure on yourself?"

He wades his arms through the water slightly, maintaining his balance.

"Some pressure is okay. It can be motivating."

Otherwise, what if he got complacent or apathetic, and had to stay in the Spatters, or the Inn? Eff that. Jae would rather be stressed out and employed. He wouldn't have his apartment without being overly paranoid, either.

A little crab is floundering around near his foot, so Jae pushes some sand on it. There.

"There's something for everyone here, at least."

"Can it? I never really noticed."

Living in a moat has never left Shrieky with too many options for upward mobility, so pressure has never seemed like a particularly useful tool in his arsenal of things to feel.

"Maybe if you just separated the things which you can do something about, from the things that you can't do anything about, and only pressured yourself in a practical way, that would be better?"

He leans forward, letting the water splash up over his lips and shoulders, before lifting his face up again, "So what is it you do here? Do you have employment?"

"Well, that's what everybody tries to do, really." But some pressures come from outside forces, and... Jae's already getting a headache. He refused to go back to an academic lifestyle for a reason.

"I do. I work in a couple of clubs, and at a radio station. I have an apartment. I worked hard so that I could be out on my own as soon as possible." ... Immediately, really; Jae spent a couple of days without a roof over his head, but he hadn't slept for the first few days he was in Baedal, so. "Do you like it at the Inn?"

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