[ she idly observes he takes a peanut butter one, a superficial glance at the one she pulls closer reading something about nuts and berries. she leaves it to the side of her tablet, sipping at her chai again and shifting in her seat. ]
Camping. Out near Big Sur.
[ north of their school, and closer to the coastline. all national forest and big redwoods and marine layer that burned off late in the day. she loves it.
his email pops up as her browser refreshes. annie taps over it, then downloads the files. ]
Did we want to stick with alternating at the start, then dividing things into the middle and ending sections before we take questions?
[ opening up the powerpoint, her eyes skim over the first few slides. ]
Oh, sounds fun. If you need any recommendations, my family and I have a spot we hit up every summer.
[ an if, because she probably already knows where she's going. it's also almost a backwards comment on the time of year it is - not really the time that camping is known to be big that way.
as for her question, he considers it, as he reads over what she's sent. ]
Sounds good to me. Gives us time to establish what we're talking about, keep people engaged as much as we can.
[ because listen: powerpoint presentation, someone is going to sleep through it for sure. ]
... I'll keep that in mind for when it's summer again.
[ there are hard core campers. annie style campers. rain or shine or mid-winter, sometimes you have to camp... or rent a cabin in the woods. annie's old enough to pull that one off on her own now, but camping's been a tradition (and a far more affordable one) for years. ]
Fall and winter grounds tend to be different things.
[ she scrolls further down, bringing one of the slides full screen to read the quote and two dates relevant on page. all nicely laid out, simple bulletpoints, quick to read. optimal powerpoint presentation layout. the professor would appreciate it, if no one else did. ]
We could try candy too. [ it's so deadpan it's hard to tell if she's serious or not. ] Feed everyone and then have an excuse to toss things at anyone nodding off.
[ or maybe that's just her. she exits the full screen view, skimming through the rest of the slides to get to the end. ]
I suppose that'd be true. [ he laughs gently. ] Clearly
we're just summer campers.
[ a little abashed, but not making a big deal out of it. marco knows
his family definitely falls under casual, though they've got the packing
and storing down to an art. at least they aren't glamping, he thinks
internally.
he's reading through her sources and quotes. they're correct, and
appropriate - nothing added to pad a statement. she's quite good at picking
out the meat of a subject, and he appreciates it.
he laughs. ]
Easy engagement treat and a weapon all in one. I kind of like it.
[ don't be surprise if he comes in with a bag of hard candies now.
]
If you ever wanted to change that, you could try talking to Sasha and Connie. They're not much for the backpacking, but they're good campers.
[ they are, in fact, who she's heading out with, but they're easy to slip away from and keep themselves entertained in their own pursuits. saves on costs for camping and park passes, as well as the gas. practicalities rule many things in her life.
this is entirely the reason behind her suggestion. hard candies are inexpensive. they also last a long time. if marco follows through on that, it'll be a pleasant, somewhat amusing surprise. ]
Aside from updating a few of the slides, everything looks good. Did you want to incorporate those, or should I?
[ still sipping at her chai, over half done now. she'll get around to the breakfast bar afterward. ]
Really? I might hit them up about that at some point.
[ the fact that she suggested the candies means he probably will - get a pack of jolly ranchers or something. those are all right.
he takes another drink of his latte, willing the caffeine to get his brain firing on all cylinders again, and when she mentions updating the slides, he gives a little nod. ]
If you don't mind. I'll add in the sources to our paper and send that over too.
[ she makes a noise of acknowledgement, returning her attention to the tablet. she finally sets down the chai, rolling her wrist and settling into switching tabs, highlighting sections out of her still open documents, then pasting them in where they need to be. it takes her longer when some of the formatting needs adjusting, but she's quietly getting through it, on occasion reaching for her chai and taking a sip as she goes.
she has it done before too long, closing her eyes and sighing as she saves and sends the presentation back to marco. ]
Should be done. Give it a look through in case the formatting screwed up in transmission, but beyond that, we should be good.
[ she finally makes a move for that breakfast bar she claimed earlier, neatly opening it and peeling the wrapper back. before she takes a bite, she offers: ]
I can handle the middle part of it. You'll be better for the lead in to the conclusion and Q and A session.
[ in her rather blunt opinion. he's got a more natural charm and charisma with people that she lacks. ]
[ thankfully, marco had notes for where the sources needed to go. he goes about finding them and inserting them where they should be.
it's going to take a bit longer, and when annie sends the document back, he gives a little noise of acknowledgement, pausing in what he's doing to open that up. ]
I'll take a peek. I should have this done in a little bit.
[ when she mentions him handling the lead and the conclusion, he looks up at her. she's not exactly wrong that he's got less of a problem speaking to large groups - although it's by no means the best. ]
Sure, I can do that. I don't mind warming the crowd up.
[ she quips back, settling into her chair with the chai (again) and the rest of the breakfast bar. she looks more relaxed, as if something under her skin has let go of the tension it was holding. it's the project in part; it's the moon so close to full in another, but it relaxes the dark shadows under her eyes until they look less dour, more the consequence of poor sleep. ]
No, I'm pretty sure they're big enough to tuck themselves in.
[ marco gives a little snort - some of them sure as hell don't act like it, though. the only people he tucks in are his little siblings and sometimes, a drunk as hell jean or eren.
she looks a little more relaxed, though, which marco is happy about. ]
You could always offer to drop kick them into sleep.
I think that's called knocking them out, Marco. There's a subtle difference.
[ she holds up her chai, tapping a finger against its side. ]
One that benefits from having paramedics on hand to check for brain damage.
[ she's far more precise than all that, because an important skill in her life is the ability to incapacitate someone without killing them, as quickly and efficiently as possible. still. there's a hint of a smile curling up the corner of her mouth, her eyes half closing as she has no immediate need to do for the time being. ]
Besides, terrifying the class isn't going to make them listen any better. It'll just make them twitchy anytime I move.
[ people do that enough, responding to a subconscious knowledge that she was a predator in a far more literal sense than was usually applied. she'd never killed a human, never eaten one, but the basis of everything she was meant that was a matter of her willpower and sense of self possession, not a lack of potential. ]
Mmm, I don't know. I feel like a few of them could stand to get knocked out.
[ marco is endlessly patient. but even he has his limits, of course. either way, he covers up the real desire to see someone take a dirtnap with a grin, reaching down to finish off his drink. ]
Twitchier, you mean.
[ because he's noticed. people are intimidated by her presence - marco is no exception, even now. ]
[ she says, unconcerned with exactly how bad that joke, of all things, is. Marco's observation merits a small shrug from Annie, and no evidence of her being apologetic for that particular truth. people are twitchy around her. she doesn't precisely try to make it worse. most the time. ]
Twitchier. Either way, I'm glad we agree you make a better front man.
I've been friends with Jean for a while. You get used to smoothing over sharp edges, and it pays off in the public speaking department.
[ jean being jean. marco loves him, he does, but he is still jean and all that encompasses.
he finishes up adding in the sources, sending that back to her to look over. he taps his fingers, opening up a browser window, and a little notification makes him make a noise of consideration. ]
You'll at least have fun camping. Supposed to be clear visibility for the full moon.
[ she lifts an eyebrow at that, all things considered, her small smile fading. ]
Which means reduced visibility of the milky way. I'll be in the forests. They're not known for conveniently placed meadows to go full moon gazing in. Besides, why would I do that on my own at night?
[ she's not looking his way anymore, though she certainly does go out those nights. it's a freedom and a sirens call both at once, moonlight silvering golden fur. ]
[ he seems a little surprised at her change in tone, but he arches his own eyebrow. ]
I just meant you won't have any trouble seeing at night. The full moon at night is practically like a little sun, especially with no city lights around.
[ he may have tread onto a delicate subject here, he notes. ]
Anyway, I'll be looking at the full moon. It's always fun to spot it.
If you don't make yourself night blind, you shouldn't have too much trouble on most nights.
[ Though all this is more of a quiet statement than anything else, she taps on her tablet, then folds it down onto the keyboard. ]
It'll be rising earlier at night, anyway. Shouldn't be too hard to see it once it clears the horizon.
[ she'd actually prefer to stare at the milky way. in some ways, the fact she's often preoccupied by natural compulsions around the full moon makes her preferences for the new moon understandable, but also: the milky way is stunning. she likes having something so immeasurably vast to prove her own insignificance. she can find her own meanings and know she's not out there, making any fucked up impact on the world.
as you do. ]
I should be heading out. If there's anything else you remember or need, send me an email. I'll have my phone with me this weekend, too, but no promises for what connectivity there is up in the mountains.
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Camping. Out near Big Sur.
[ north of their school, and closer to the coastline. all national forest and big redwoods and marine layer that burned off late in the day. she loves it.
his email pops up as her browser refreshes. annie taps over it, then downloads the files. ]
Did we want to stick with alternating at the start, then dividing things into the middle and ending sections before we take questions?
[ opening up the powerpoint, her eyes skim over the first few slides. ]
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[ an if, because she probably already knows where she's going. it's also almost a backwards comment on the time of year it is - not really the time that camping is known to be big that way.
as for her question, he considers it, as he reads over what she's sent. ]
Sounds good to me. Gives us time to establish what we're talking about, keep people engaged as much as we can.
[ because listen: powerpoint presentation, someone is going to sleep through it for sure. ]
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[ there are hard core campers. annie style campers. rain or shine or mid-winter, sometimes you have to camp... or rent a cabin in the woods. annie's old enough to pull that one off on her own now, but camping's been a tradition (and a far more affordable one) for years. ]
Fall and winter grounds tend to be different things.
[ she scrolls further down, bringing one of the slides full screen to read the quote and two dates relevant on page. all nicely laid out, simple bulletpoints, quick to read. optimal powerpoint presentation layout. the professor would appreciate it, if no one else did. ]
We could try candy too. [ it's so deadpan it's hard to tell if she's serious or not. ] Feed everyone and then have an excuse to toss things at anyone nodding off.
[ or maybe that's just her. she exits the full screen view, skimming through the rest of the slides to get to the end. ]
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I suppose that'd be true. [ he laughs gently. ] Clearly we're just summer campers.
[ a little abashed, but not making a big deal out of it. marco knows his family definitely falls under casual, though they've got the packing and storing down to an art. at least they aren't glamping, he thinks internally.
he's reading through her sources and quotes. they're correct, and appropriate - nothing added to pad a statement. she's quite good at picking out the meat of a subject, and he appreciates it.
he laughs. ]
Easy engagement treat and a weapon all in one. I kind of like it.
[ don't be surprise if he comes in with a bag of hard candies now. ]
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[ they are, in fact, who she's heading out with, but they're easy to slip away from and keep themselves entertained in their own pursuits. saves on costs for camping and park passes, as well as the gas. practicalities rule many things in her life.
this is entirely the reason behind her suggestion. hard candies are inexpensive. they also last a long time. if marco follows through on that, it'll be a pleasant, somewhat amusing surprise. ]
Aside from updating a few of the slides, everything looks good. Did you want to incorporate those, or should I?
[ still sipping at her chai, over half done now. she'll get around to the breakfast bar afterward. ]
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[ the fact that she suggested the candies means he probably will - get a pack of jolly ranchers or something. those are all right.
he takes another drink of his latte, willing the caffeine to get his brain firing on all cylinders again, and when she mentions updating the slides, he gives a little nod. ]
If you don't mind. I'll add in the sources to our paper and send that over too.
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she has it done before too long, closing her eyes and sighing as she saves and sends the presentation back to marco. ]
Should be done. Give it a look through in case the formatting screwed up in transmission, but beyond that, we should be good.
[ she finally makes a move for that breakfast bar she claimed earlier, neatly opening it and peeling the wrapper back. before she takes a bite, she offers: ]
I can handle the middle part of it. You'll be better for the lead in to the conclusion and Q and A session.
[ in her rather blunt opinion. he's got a more natural charm and charisma with people that she lacks. ]
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it's going to take a bit longer, and when annie sends the document back, he gives a little noise of acknowledgement, pausing in what he's doing to open that up. ]
I'll take a peek. I should have this done in a little bit.
[ when she mentions him handling the lead and the conclusion, he looks up at her. she's not exactly wrong that he's got less of a problem speaking to large groups - although it's by no means the best. ]
Sure, I can do that. I don't mind warming the crowd up.
[ he's teasing, just a little. ]
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[ she quips back, settling into her chair with the chai (again) and the rest of the breakfast bar. she looks more relaxed, as if something under her skin has let go of the tension it was holding. it's the project in part; it's the moon so close to full in another, but it relaxes the dark shadows under her eyes until they look less dour, more the consequence of poor sleep. ]
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[ marco gives a little snort - some of them sure as hell don't act like it, though. the only people he tucks in are his little siblings and sometimes, a drunk as hell jean or eren.
she looks a little more relaxed, though, which marco is happy about. ]
You could always offer to drop kick them into sleep.
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[ she holds up her chai, tapping a finger against its side. ]
One that benefits from having paramedics on hand to check for brain damage.
[ she's far more precise than all that, because an important skill in her life is the ability to incapacitate someone without killing them, as quickly and efficiently as possible. still. there's a hint of a smile curling up the corner of her mouth, her eyes half closing as she has no immediate need to do for the time being. ]
Besides, terrifying the class isn't going to make them listen any better. It'll just make them twitchy anytime I move.
[ people do that enough, responding to a subconscious knowledge that she was a predator in a far more literal sense than was usually applied. she'd never killed a human, never eaten one, but the basis of everything she was meant that was a matter of her willpower and sense of self possession, not a lack of potential. ]
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[ marco is endlessly patient. but even he has his limits, of course. either way, he covers up the real desire to see someone take a dirtnap with a grin, reaching down to finish off his drink. ]
Twitchier, you mean.
[ because he's noticed. people are intimidated by her presence - marco is no exception, even now. ]
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[ she says, unconcerned with exactly how bad that joke, of all things, is. Marco's observation merits a small shrug from Annie, and no evidence of her being apologetic for that particular truth. people are twitchy around her. she doesn't precisely try to make it worse. most the time. ]
Twitchier. Either way, I'm glad we agree you make a better front man.
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[ jean being jean. marco loves him, he does, but he is still jean and all that encompasses.
he finishes up adding in the sources, sending that back to her to look over. he taps his fingers, opening up a browser window, and a little notification makes him make a noise of consideration. ]
You'll at least have fun camping. Supposed to be clear visibility for the full moon.
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Which means reduced visibility of the milky way. I'll be in the forests. They're not known for conveniently placed meadows to go full moon gazing in. Besides, why would I do that on my own at night?
[ she's not looking his way anymore, though she certainly does go out those nights. it's a freedom and a sirens call both at once, moonlight silvering golden fur. ]
What kind of girl do you think I am?
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I just meant you won't have any trouble seeing at night. The full moon at night is practically like a little sun, especially with no city lights around.
[ he may have tread onto a delicate subject here, he notes. ]
Anyway, I'll be looking at the full moon. It's always fun to spot it.
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[ Though all this is more of a quiet statement than anything else, she taps on her tablet, then folds it down onto the keyboard. ]
It'll be rising earlier at night, anyway. Shouldn't be too hard to see it once it clears the horizon.
[ she'd actually prefer to stare at the milky way. in some ways, the fact she's often preoccupied by natural compulsions around the full moon makes her preferences for the new moon understandable, but also: the milky way is stunning. she likes having something so immeasurably vast to prove her own insignificance. she can find her own meanings and know she's not out there, making any fucked up impact on the world.
as you do. ]
I should be heading out. If there's anything else you remember or need, send me an email. I'll have my phone with me this weekend, too, but no promises for what connectivity there is up in the mountains.