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questioningmermaidsWho: Holland March + open, Holland + Huaisang
What: March spends some time contemplating, talks distilling with Huaisang
When: Nov 2nd
Where: Community hall
Content Warnings: usual cw for alcoholism
His supplies are running low. There's only so much you can scavenge in a place like this, but when you chain smoke like a chimney and drink like a fish eventually what you can scrounge up is going to disappear. He's got a little left, sure, courtesy of a gas station raid and the basement Huaisang's got, but supplies aren't infinite.
It gets him thinking. Makes him antsy. March enters the community hall like he usually does, a frequent visitor like most of the small little community they've all managed to put together, but he's never really done much. Drank some coffee, chatted. It's hard to tell if he even realizes he's the village idiot.
Today, though, he's set up in a little corner and is making sure his gun is cleaned along with sipping his morning caffeinated sludge. He's less animated than usual, less talkative, simply staring into space as his hands go through the motions. If not interrupted, he'll eventually speak.
"We're really fucked here, huh? Completely." Holland knows he should curve the negativity, but it's starting to get to him more than he'd like admit. He's been adamant they're all probably going to die within the month since day one but there's less of a joking tone towards it this time.
He wants to help sure. Pitch in, even. Mostly he's just worried about how tiny his booze stash is getting.
After coffee there's a far less depressing revelation, said just as solemnly.
"...Should I hunt?"
"We gotta do something."
March doesn't bother to announce himself when he opens the door to Huaisang's place, spending far more time there than he probably should. His scarf is taken off, the hat is dumped unceremoniously onto the floor.
"Hey. Huaisang? Huaisang, we gotta do something. You know what I did today? Math. You know what that math was for?"
He's already flopping onto the nearest available surface, aviators still on.
What: March spends some time contemplating, talks distilling with Huaisang
When: Nov 2nd
Where: Community hall
Content Warnings: usual cw for alcoholism
i. Weapons cleaning + contemplation;
His supplies are running low. There's only so much you can scavenge in a place like this, but when you chain smoke like a chimney and drink like a fish eventually what you can scrounge up is going to disappear. He's got a little left, sure, courtesy of a gas station raid and the basement Huaisang's got, but supplies aren't infinite.
It gets him thinking. Makes him antsy. March enters the community hall like he usually does, a frequent visitor like most of the small little community they've all managed to put together, but he's never really done much. Drank some coffee, chatted. It's hard to tell if he even realizes he's the village idiot.
Today, though, he's set up in a little corner and is making sure his gun is cleaned along with sipping his morning caffeinated sludge. He's less animated than usual, less talkative, simply staring into space as his hands go through the motions. If not interrupted, he'll eventually speak.
"We're really fucked here, huh? Completely." Holland knows he should curve the negativity, but it's starting to get to him more than he'd like admit. He's been adamant they're all probably going to die within the month since day one but there's less of a joking tone towards it this time.
He wants to help sure. Pitch in, even. Mostly he's just worried about how tiny his booze stash is getting.
After coffee there's a far less depressing revelation, said just as solemnly.
"...Should I hunt?"
ii. Huaisang;
"We gotta do something."
March doesn't bother to announce himself when he opens the door to Huaisang's place, spending far more time there than he probably should. His scarf is taken off, the hat is dumped unceremoniously onto the floor.
"Hey. Huaisang? Huaisang, we gotta do something. You know what I did today? Math. You know what that math was for?"
He's already flopping onto the nearest available surface, aviators still on.
