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bakerstreet2025-05-24 02:26 am
oneholysock) wrote in bakerstreet2025-05-24 02:26 am
did you check the fridge
You're sharing a space: a home, an office, a Batcave, whatever. But you're busy and your schedules don't quite match up -- but you have plenty of note paper! Time to leave a note (or two)!
instructions:
- comment with your character name & canon in the subject line + if you just want one-on-one interactions (1:1) or you're open to anything (ota)
- in your top level leave a starter note - a shopping list, a reminder, just a comment, whatever you'd like
- others reply to this note!
- you can "edit" notes by copy/pasting them and striking out words, adding doodles, writing over/under, or just add another note!
- if the commenter is ota, jump in on other people's threads! maybe you're all sharing the space as a group or team! please don't jump into threads if they're marked 1:1!
- do you sign the note or leave it anonymous? do you recognize the handwriting?
- have fun!
hap | the oa
CAULIFLOWER
ONIONS
FOOD
SOAP — BULK
[ The F in "food" is penned in two or three times over, correcting a P ]
HA FOUND U BINCH
sneak skill needs work
here put this hat on, it helps
no subject
ONIONS for me
no subject
MORE BANADAGES
no subject
Chocolate \
Wine (white) / Dealer's choice
no subject
no subject
[ Arrow pointing to SOAP. ]
Kind??
[ please say you buy different soap for what passes for her laundry and what passes for her hygiene ]
no subject
Responding to her question, ] same
[ The soap he's given her is what the others use. For everything.
But later on in the day he adds, ] I'll get some shampoo, etc bars
no subject
They no longer have the kind of relationship where Bella can use a ♥ to indicate gratitude, but she has to acknowledge the gesture somehow. She draws a smiley face next to "shampoo" instead.
Bars, though?
Sometime later a paper -- a page torn neatly from a notebook -- is put up on the fridge. ]
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no subject
Which a game of hangman could count as, as well. Hap doesn't respond to it until the next morning, late, having decided she's the one with something to lose if this is an attempt to insult him. ]
E
no subject
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no subject
T
no subject
_ _ T T _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ E _ _ T _ _
no subject
no subject
_ _ T T H I _ _ I _ _ _ _ _ E _ I T _ _
no subject
[ He fills in "is nothing" and "or" himself even though O isn't among his guessed letters. ]
no subject
T H E R E I S N O T H I N G G _ _ _ O R _ _ _
_ _ T T H I N _ I N G _ _ _ E _ I T S _
bonus points for naming the source
no subject
[ It's a quote he likes. A little pandering, but getting to it was fun.
On the morning he solves it, her soap arrives. He leaves the box open for her on the counter. Honey and rosemary shampoo bars and eucalyptus for body. Hap still has reservations about it. She could make do with the same soap as the subjects but they don't share a daily space with him. He uses natural soaps himself, kinder on the skin and to the senses. ]
no subject
[ No bonus points! She wonders if he knows the source. Initially she picked it because accusing him outright of being paranoid -- thinking some things bad -- would be tacky. Well, tacky and inaccurate, since she is often thinking about killing him.
But sitting around with nothing else to do she remembered the original context: it's the scene where Hamlet says Denmark's a prison. I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Well played game, anyway, so she draws a star by the solution.
The soap feels like such a generous gesture, a concession she had to do so little to get, that she's almost suspicious.
A note on the counter where he left the soap: ]
I owe you one. Thank you. -B
no subject
He finds it sharp and charming. He reminds himself she's dangerous.
Nonetheless, the B on her note coaxes a smile out of him.
Who else would it be? ]
You don't
[ She does. ]
no subject
[ It's a sweet answer that absolutely aggravates her. Hap definitely wants to be generous, a gentleman. Bella believes that. Exhibit A: the soap. But he can turn generosity into grievance so damn fast your head would spin -- exhibit B: the way his whole demeanour towards her changed at the hangar when he clocked that she'd considered running. How's she supposed to interpret the sincerity of two words on a note?
Trying to exist in some kind of quantum uncertainty state where she both believes that he won't ever call this in as a debt, and believes that he'll call it in when he feels justified to use it against her, is exhausting to even contemplate. She makes the active decision to believe him, and takes the note back to her room to prove it later.
That probably undercuts the idea that she believes him. Oh well.
A few days later she puts up on the fridge: ]
STIR FRY?
Soy sauce
Garlic
Ginger
Fish sauce
Sesame oil
Siracha
no subject
He wouldn't say it outright bothers him but maybe it looks like it does, and that's why instead of interrupting him she communicates with him at his convenience. That definitely doesn't bother him. ]
Rice or noodles?
cw: depression?; captivity
Her logic behind the notes, insofar as there's conscious thought behind it, is threefold. Staying in Hap's good graces is important to her -- he's not wrong there -- and keeping out of his way is the easiest way to avoid trouble. Add to that that both of them are keeping odd hours: some days Hap gets sucked into his work, only emerging late at night; some days Bella naps for hours and gets up just to eat dinner before Hap locks her room again. (She thinks the numb feeling that precedes these days is boredom.) It's easier to handle some things this way than hope their paths cross.
Those are practicalities. The things she needs the notes for. What she likes them for is that they feel -- normal. Like the two of them really are just housemates. The last time she lived with anyone for an extended period was undergrad, and she and the two other girls splitting rent on off-campus housing had left sticky notes all over the place, claiming food in the fridge, reminding each other about utility bills, scolding whoever used the last of the toilet paper and didn't replace it. Normal stuff.
She misses normal stuff. She'll take a facsimile of it, if that's all she can get. ]