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[thoughts]

L O S T

bold red courier new typeface. may be going under the pseudonym of "anonymous". generally cryptic and mysterious but inquisitive and outwardly friendly. fond of philosophical debates and vaguely threatening sentiments. last seen posing moral quandaries and unearthing past regrets/triumphs on day 511. please contact r.tam with any and all information regarding the location and/or identity of our beloved missing red font. reward tbd pending credibility of information given. help bring our friend home!

[ ooc; this post can also be used for finding river in person as she's posting flyers of this exact same post around the city! ]

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[thoughts]

[ far be it for someone like river to be disconcerted by strange behavior - she's usually the one doing the disconcerting. there are all sorts about asgard and it's one of her very favorite things to get up close in person. ]

I'm clever, but not that clever. The first documented was either 1881 or 1862, depending on whether or not you think Abraham Lincoln was the sort for winking. There are a lot of them now.

[ she taps her bracelet to activate a text box and types out a particularly fun one to show him: (=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=) ]

[amanwhodrinkstea]

[He smirks a bit at that]

Are you telling me that the president of the United States wrote like this?

[He gestures to the one she's showing him]

And what're those?

[thoughts]

[ she weighs her options and decides to stick to her priorities - the emotes, obviously. the forefinger of her free hand traces the parenthesis. ]

These are the heads.

[ she gestures to hers and his, tracing the same circular shape around their cheeks, then points back to the emote. ] The eyes, and the mouth. [ a big ol' cheesy grin to imitate the excitement, and then she looks back at the emote and scrunches her nose. ]

And this one is, um. It's - go like this?

[ she holds up her empty hand and blinks up at him, expecting him to copy the position. she'd've positioned him herself if one hand wasn't full of Very Important flyers, so he can count himself lucky on that one. ]

[amanwhodrinkstea]

[His eyes watch her gesturing with amusement. He wonders briefly if, under different circumstances, Finn would have ever thought of things like these instead of toying with guns in the back of bookie's offices and cursing about hell at 11. Probably not. Poison like that runs in the Shelby blood.

When she's looking at him expectantly it takes a moment for him to figure out what she's waiting for. His lips press together, turning thin a moment before he raises his hand in a rigid motion.]

Like this?

[thoughts]

[ if anything, river is even more delighted by his humoring her for the pursing of his lips. everything is a dozen times better when the curmudgeonly play along. she grins brightly. ]

Perfect.

[ and high fives him without warning, gentle but enthusiastic nonetheless. that's it, that's the emote. ]

President Lincoln allegedly cued applause and laughter in his speech with a winky face. It's still a scholarly debate even seven hundred years later, but I like to think he had a sense of humor. Have you seen his hat?

[ master of segues and firm logic. it's lovely to meet you, new friend! ]

[amanwhodrinkstea]

[He makes a small noise in his throat, dropping his hand to his side. How utterly benign and pointless that gesture is....but it had engaged him for the moment. Maybe it was charming.]

Nothing wrong with a good 'at.

[Thomas tilts his head and reaches up to adjust his flatcap with an air of teasing.]

Don't scholars have anything better to do with their time?

[thoughts]

[ oh, but she loves the casual tip of his hat. she mimics the gesture herself, situating an imaginary tophat more securely on her head. ]

Some. Others could do with more debating inanity. People are always going to cause a fuss.

[amanwhodrinkstea]

[He nods before pointing to the pile of papers]

You want 'elp with those? Looks like a lot.

[thoughts]

[ she looks down at her hand, then marvels at him for a second before handing him a small stack. ]

I printed as many as the store would let me. My suitemate is probably distressed; the bathroom is a little weird right now.

[amanwhodrinkstea]

[He takes it, asking distractedly]

Where d'you live?

[He feathers the papers a bit to give them a quick once over.]

Which 'ouse?

[thoughts]

[ since he's helping now, she moves a little bit away to start taping up the next flyer and answers nonchalantly. ]

The Allfather's. It's gold.

[amanwhodrinkstea]

[He follows a few paces before moving to do the same, shuffling the papers a bit.]

We're in the same one then.

[thoughts]

You're one of his too?

[ she marvels at him yet again. there aren't many of them around and she doesn't spend that much time at the welcome hall, so it's a rare and exciting thing to meet another of odin's lot! ]

[amanwhodrinkstea]

Apparently I am.

[He hangs a flyer on a wall nearby]

Which room is yours?

[thoughts]

First floor, number five.

[ said absently as she tries to mimic his placement of the flyer with her own. ]

[amanwhodrinkstea]

[Thomas pauses, then with a furrowed brow he eyes her]

The one near 107?