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[ in the feed, river can be seen wearing a newly appropriated dress, a nice green and flowing thing that billows out around her legs in a passing breeze. she's standing up somewhere high, the surface rounded and colourful; her ( bare, as always ) toes curl around it to give her balance, and she's staring down at them with wide eyes. ]

Finally found her. She won't stop crying.

[ there's a creak of metal, and river goes to one knee, just in case, braced against a fall that doesn't come. her head tilts curiously and you know what, fuck it. she's just going to lay down completely, one ear pressed to the roof of the carousel in the dark carnival. there are a few natives telling her to come down, as well as a few ghosts hovering nearby; no signs of anyone crying, and river pets her hand across the space beside her head. ]

Shh. Don't be sad. It'll all be over soon.

[ ooc; just a little bit of newbie metaplot for y'all! this is sort of forward dated to later on day 450, so i guess i could've posted it tomorrow but i do what i want, thor. just in case, river's permissions post is here! ]

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[ she ducks her head in lieu of answering the first; it sucks hearing it, ever, but this is something different. enough to earn the title. ]

It's clearer. Higher, and away. [ from everything else. ] A little clarity. I like it here.

Yeah, it's nice up here. [Despite the carnival music. And the annoyed natives down on the ground, fuck them though.

Wally looks up at the sky and folds his hands over his stomach.]

What do you think about all the crap that's happening to the city?

It's the end.

[ her answer comes immediately, without hesitation or even an infliction to her voice. simple statement of fact, as she knows it. she told her it would be over soon. ]

War isn't always on a battlefield. Still claws its way into your head and your heart and takes you away.

[ she curls her feet beneath her and hugs her knees, precariously balanced on the curved slope of the roof, and looks down at him. ]

We're supposed to stop it.

[Wally cranes his neck to look up at her. How the heck is she not sliding off like that???]

Yeah, I don't know what they expect us to do about that. They experiment on us, give us powers and ask us to help out, but like- how?

[ she shakes her head. the world may never know. ]

Told Jamie we were sinking. Have to push back, but I don't know where. Or how.

[ a beat, considering. she doesn't usually ask, but then, she doesn't usually have to. ]

What would you reach for first? If you were drowning.

I dunno, probably driftwood. A life preserver. Somebody I really don't like, so they'll drown with me. [wally be serious you brat] Or are we talking about metaphorical drowning?

[ she laughs a little, just a quiet huff. ]

I don't know. There wasn't any water, but we still drowned. Not literal, but not metaphorical either. Maybe both?

[ maybe. the idea sticks, and she blinks. ]

If you could reach for one of both? Literal and metaphorical.

Literally I'd go for anything to help me float. That's kinda obvious, I guess. But metaphorical?

[Wally blows a breath up at his bangs and lays his head back down, staring up at the sky. He tucks his hands beneath his head.]

Probably my uncle. We're really close. Or my best friend, he's a reliable sort of guy. Good head on his shoulders.

[ she rests her head on her knees and watches him, smiling faintly. ]

Two things to keep you floating. Practical.

[ it's said fondly. she can appreciate practical. ]

What about you? [Wally cranes his neck to look up at her again.] Literally and metaphorically drowning, what d'you grab?

[ she has to think about it for a good, long moment, and it's time during which she can hear crying in the back of her thoughts. her gaze becomes unfocused, her smile fades. ]

Simon.

[ just simon. she blinks and shifts her weight a little, intones blankly; ]

He's a very good swimmer.

[ she's better, but that's besides the point. simon is really all she ever needs. ]

Who's Simon? [Wally pushes himself up and attempts to join her at the top. He's only marginally successful.]

[ she still scoots over to make room for him, despite the fact that they aren't exactly jockeying for space on the roof here. it's the polite thing to do. ]

My big brother. He takes care of me. Good head on his shoulders.

[Wally manages to position himself in a way that won't send him sliding off the second he shifts his weight.]

A brother. That's cool. [Wally's kind of always wanted a brother, a little bit. But he supposes he has that in Dick now.] Is he here?

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