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((note: His POV as usual, and dream-effects as usual (if you want them?) which means basically, that feeling of being really focused on whatever task it is, and looking forward to the result... and then, of course, being glad at the end, when it's done. ♥

Tagging Style: either. Posting this in prose because I just feel like it. :3))


Harley was out and about once again, two tether ends in hand -- one, Noireau's leash, and the other, the rope for the giant innertube sled he was tugging around, a giant basket lashed to the top with more thin rope, for all the groceries he was returning with, packages of frozen bacon, cheeses, frozen pizzas... the usual. He paused to see why Noireau had stopped, to see her sniffing at the curbside, tail wagging. Funny pup....

And then he looked up at the store they were by -- to see a display of brown things inside, and red and pink hearts, cellophane, flowers... Curious, he headed inside to investigate.


The Dreamberry seems to skip a minute, for the scene changes....

He'd taken off his coat in the warm store, leaving the sled just inside. It would stay cold for a while; he wasn't too worried, and it wasn't like the whole lot of it wouldn't be consumed in the next two, maybe three days anyway. Noireau was busy playing with a loose piece of red cellophane, shaking it around and creating noise, while Harley checked out the shelves of displays and boxes of similar things. Something called cordial cherries, brown shapes in cellophane, paper-wrapped, flat foil bars, plastic-wrapped logs of -- they couldn't be rations, could they?

He picked one of the items up, an orange plastic wrapper with something printed across its top -- peanut butter cups? What were those? -- and opened it carefully, frowning in uncertainty at the little discs inside before dumping them into his hand. What was this? It certainly smelled good, though....


It skips several minutes this time, turning back to--

A square. Cube, more like. The sides were bumpy, the edges and corners all rounded. He stuck this one into his mouth as well, the sweet flavor renewed, and oh god it was so good! There was something soft inside, and little hard chunks that he mashed up in his teeth easily, like the hard bits in-- peanuts! That's what it was inside, peanuts! And the next little cube had... strawberry jam inside? Another quickly proved to be something he couldn't identify, but was delicious anyway. He looked from the soon-emptied box of delicacies to the shelf next to it, where other chocolates waited to be eaten, and found himself picking up a large box with a clear top, which showed another shape inside -- a heart, with a lace pattern and flowers on it, as though carved. He stared at it a moment, wondering at how it ended up looking like it did....


It changed-- a little less distinct, but certainly no less real, skipping from vision to vision....

He pulled a large, flat object up out of the sink, watching the water pour out of it into the steel basin -- it was a computer keyboard. An ancient one, if its appearance were any indication, all deep ivory where it was once presumably white plastic, and an irregular tan where it had probably once been a light gray, on the keys which weren't letters or numbers.... those that remained, anyhow. Several keys were missing, letters in the middle of it, several of the F-keys, some from the number pad off to the right... it was plainly junk, but he was washing it, soaking it through and letting the water pour back out again.

--and he smoothed the little cube of wax with his thumb, making the edges on the top a little nicer, before putting it down in front of him, on the keyboard. It neatly filled in one of the missing keys' gaps, completing it again, at least cosmetically.

--shook a tall can in his hand. The keyboard was in a small box, barely bigger than it was, of cardboard and hot glue, lined with a clear, thin plastic wrap. He aimed at it, and pressed, and a clear mist sprayed out over it....

--pouring a thin white goo from a big can into the keyboard's box, watching it melt over the keys and run down between them, to the wax that filled every crack, every space under the keys, to prevent the liquid from getting too far inside it.

--a small chisel brush with something thick and white on it, and carefully coated the inside of the cubelike depressions in the white, rubbery mold. He reached up to pull a small saucepan off of something that looked suspiciously like a candle warmer. He dipped the brush into it, pulling up another gob of white, waxy material that smelled suspiciously like chocolate, and replaced the pan, going back to work on the next little compartment....

--the knife pressed down into it. What looked like a Butterfinger bar with its chocolate scraped off split into a few pieces and lay on its wrapper. He picked them up, dropping them into the coated-with-white-and-sandy-brown mold, putting the longest pieces into a long bar on the bottom....

--pulling the white rubber away from something thick and heavy and dark brown, which sat on the table itself now, on more plastic wrap. A brown-stained spatula lay nearby, and the saucepan from earlier was off of the warmer, empty now, but with traces of dark brown up near the top rim. Colorful paper wrappers, and bright metallic foil ones, filled the garbage can nearby, the smell of chocolate heavy in the air.

--leaning in close, a tiny little nylon brush leaving a fine mark of nearly-black brown on a key that was white on top, fading to dark brown at its base, among similar keys, all hand-painted. F G H J K

--closing a thin brown cardboard box, pausing to push some cellophane back into it, before tucking the flaps securely into place, feeling accomplished and well pleased with himself.


Harley sighed faintly, bringing a hand up to his head to rub his eyes....

A laugh -- a female voice. He grinned widely, watching her. Short red hair, glasses, a round face. She put the keyboard box down on the long, paint-splotched table in front of her, among bits of electronics and plastic pieces, and turned to smile up at him, trying to control her giggling enough to speak. "You dork! I can't believe you actually--"


Harley shook his head, breaking his gaze away from the chocolate heart in its little box, to see what Noireau was up to. The pup was still harassing the bit of plastic, pawing at it and sending it underneath her, only to step back and try again, to the same result as before.

He set the little box back down, and looked down at the shelf just below it, where long bars sat, in goldenrod plastic wrappers, similar to the Butterfinger in the scenes just past. He reached for one of those....

Date: 2010-02-15 04:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
[He can't help it - he chuckles a little.]

That's a lot of chocolate.

Date: 2010-02-15 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*a slight pause, and he looks back to where he'd set his Dreamberry, on the shelf there, to free his hands up so he can go through the shelves' contents better.*

Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess it is, isn't it.

*eyes the wrapper of the candy bar in his hands again as he opens it* I think this shop is just for chocolate... or mostly. There's some toys and stuff, but the shelves are kind of packed with this. And it's really good, too.

Date: 2010-02-17 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
People make chocolate in all sorts of shapes. I tried making it once... it didn't work out so well.

[Chocolate. Goo. Everywhere.]

Date: 2010-02-18 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
...it didn't?

*looks back at the candy bar, turning it over... and tries a little bite, eyeing it.*

....

*oh, he likes that!*

Date: 2010-02-18 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
It's kind of tricky to make sometimes. Mom was kind of mad at me for making the kitchen a mess.

[He watches Harley bite into the chocolate and tries not to laugh.]

Date: 2010-02-18 08:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*well, he's never had a Butterfinger before...*

How do you make it, though?

Date: 2010-02-19 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
I'm not sure... I just remember getting to the part where I tried to make the cocoa beans into paste and... that's when things got way too messy.

Date: 2010-02-19 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....beans?

*so lost now!*

What do beans have to do with chocolate?

Date: 2010-02-21 05:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
You have to grind up the cocoa beans to make it into chocolate.

Date: 2010-02-22 08:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Chocolate... is made out of beans?

....

You're kidding, right?

Date: 2010-02-23 07:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
Nope, I'm not kidding. It surprised me too, when I first learned that.

Date: 2010-02-24 12:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....

I thought mashed-up beans were different, though. Chocolate's like... candy or something, isn't it?

Date: 2010-02-25 04:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
You have to add other ingredients to make it sweet.

Date: 2010-02-25 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
So it's beans and sugar...?

Date: 2010-02-26 07:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
And milk, too. And some other things that I can't remember... but I bet a cookbook has a recipe, if there's a decent one around.

Date: 2010-02-26 07:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
There's a cookbook in the kitchen. It's a really big one... Abel was the one that got it. Maybe that'll say how to do it.

((ohgod what have you started. XD ♥ ))

Date: 2010-02-26 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
... Abel?

[Oh shit what.]
Edited Date: 2010-02-26 09:23 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-02-26 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Yeah. He's the one who was teaching me to cook stuff. He was really good at it.

Have you ever had bacon?

Date: 2010-02-26 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
Yeah, it's a fairly common food where I come from.

[Hmm...]

Date: 2010-02-26 10:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Everywhere but the Junkyard, huh?

Date: 2010-02-27 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
Is that where you're from?

Date: 2010-02-27 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Yeah. My base was Svadhisthana... but it wasn't like the Vendor sold different stuff to the different Tribes or anything, and none of the food it offered, none of the rations, tasted anything like what's here. ....didn't really taste like anything at all.

Date: 2010-02-28 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
... Huh. It sounds like military rations or something. I wouldn't really know, though... I've never tried them. I don't really want to.
Edited Date: 2010-02-28 09:19 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-03-22 12:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
They're not bad... but they're not good, either. They just... work.

Everything was military stuff there. I'm still trying to learn all the civilian things, and it's just... *shakes his head* It's really different.

((....how did I not answer this one forever ago? D: *going through old tabs to close them down*))

Date: 2010-02-19 09:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gotnyxed.livejournal.com
...you've made one of those chocolate keyboards before? Cool!

Date: 2010-02-19 09:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
I....

*pauses, trying to figure that out... finally shakes his head* No. I don't think I have.

I mean, I don't really....

....

*so lost here*

....when did I do that?

Date: 2010-02-19 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gotnyxed.livejournal.com
*his smile fades considerably. So Harley seems to have the same problem he does.*

It's okay, Harley. Don't worry too much about it.

...you have times where you can't remember things too?

Date: 2010-02-19 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
...Yeah. I guess I do.

*bites his lip a bit, trying to figure it out still*

It's like... I just can't remember stuff, sometimes, when I know I should be able to.

*wait, kid said too.*

*looks back up at him again* Why, does that happen to you too?

Date: 2010-02-19 09:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gotnyxed.livejournal.com
Y-yeah. Simple things, like you said. I can't remember what my old school's class trip was going to be...or even the name of my old school. I can't remember where I learned things I do know. Like...I know that I've seen an ice storm before, but I can't remember where.

...I'm getting really worried. Like maybe there's something wrong with me...

Date: 2010-02-19 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
...I think Abel said it was called amnesia, when you couldn't remember anything.

But I do remember some stuff. Just... not a lot of it. I mean, I remember shooting people with guns that just shot paint, but... I don't know anywhere in the Junkyard that looked like where we were, when we did that. But it must've been a training thing, right? Because we always used real weapons, in Svadhisthana.

*eyes the shelf of chocolates again, quieter as he narrows his eyes* And I don't know if I did really do that thing with the keyboard. I don't think I've had chocolate before I found this place.

*confused guy is horribly confused.*

/so horribly late? :D;;

Date: 2010-02-22 11:48 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] popstar
Wow, Harley. That girl must've been really special to you if you gave her that much chocolate.

*saw nothing!*

Date: 2010-02-22 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*silent a sec, an odd look on his face while he tries to figure that out*

....I guess? I don't know. I mean-- she wasn't one of my Tribe. At least, I don't think she was... and I could've sworn that this was the first time I'd tried chocolate... *a glance at the store around him, like he's double-checking to see that yes, he really did come in here and eat all those candies so far. But the pile of wrappers is there, so he must've.*

I don't think those syrups for the ice cream really count. I mean, they don't taste the same as this stuff. And they're syrup. ....and I don't think I've done that with white paint before, either. *and this disturbs him. ...not that the syrup is unlike the solid stuff. That he doesn't think he's done those things, even though he remembers having done them. That's a little creepish.*

Date: 2010-02-23 11:30 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] popstar
Huh? So you didn't really know her? [A pause as she considers another alternative on why he had a dream like that.] Maybe it really was just a dream?

[She couldn't help but stare at the wrappers that was cluttered around him.]

Be sure not to eat too much. You might end up getting a stomachache again like last time.

Date: 2010-02-23 11:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Don't worry; I'd have to eat about twice what this store even has in it to make my stomach hurt like that. *what.*

....but I don't know what's up with that dream. It feels like I should know her. Like I really should, but... I've never had any officers named Sydney, or-- *pauses; he's not sure why he even knows her name. Frowns to himself, shakes his head. He doesn't get this.*

I thought people had dreams when they were asleep?

Date: 2010-02-28 04:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] popstar
Still doesn't hurt to be sure about it, right?

Well, sometimes you could have daydreams. [Looks thoughtful for a moment. He didn't know her?] Maybe it really was just a dream.

Date: 2010-02-28 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Right. I know, I'll quit before I feel sick like that. I'm not doing that again.

So, dreams while you're awake are common too, then?

....maybe it was. Still felt pretty real, though. I don't get it.

Date: 2010-02-28 06:50 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] popstar
It happens, usually when you're have asleep or kinda distracted.

But what do you mean by felt... real?

Date: 2010-02-28 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....I mean, it seems like it's something I should be able to remember. Except, I don't really. Or at least... I don't think I do. Like I said, I never knew anyone named Sydney in my Tribe.

Date: 2010-02-28 07:03 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] popstar
Huh, that's weird. But you said this is the first time you've tasted chocolates, too?

Date: 2010-02-28 07:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Unless you count the ice cream stuff, yeah. I've never even seen these before.

*picks up another Butterfinger to show her what he means*

But... this was what I cut up, wasn't it? So how did I know what would be inside, if I never....

*shakes his head; he doesn't get it.*

This doesn't make any sense.

Date: 2010-02-28 11:57 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] popstar
[Quiet for a moment trying to help him piece things together. She eventually sighs, at an obvious loss.]

I'm sorry, Harley but I'm not really good with interpreting dreams really. Especially if you didn't know the people in your dream.

Date: 2010-03-02 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*shakes his head again* It seems like I should, but I don't think I do. She wasn't one of my officers, and I've never tried these before, but I knew what was in them, and I... I don't get this.

*sighs, just as much at a loss as she is*

....I wish I knew what was going on.

Date: 2010-03-02 04:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] popstar
[She wished she could be of more help to him.]

Yeah, me too. It's kinda hard to figure these things sometimes.

Date: 2010-03-02 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Sometimes?

....

You haven't had any weird dreams like this that you can't explain either, have you?

Date: 2010-03-03 04:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] popstar
Yeah, I have if I remember it. I don't think I've had any here though.

Date: 2010-03-07 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....what've yours been like?

*can't help it; he's curious.*

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