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one holy sock ([personal profile] oneholysock) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2025-05-24 02:26 am

did you check the fridge



NOTES ON 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!
mollified: (focused)

[personal profile] mollified 2025-06-04 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Why not? You said you have a process for it. Couldn't you -- find a colleague to run you through it?

[ She smiles ruefully at her own stutter, clarifying, ] I guess it's hard to experience death temporarily without someone to get you back.
angelhunter: (pic#17565588)

[personal profile] angelhunter 2025-06-04 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He takes his teabag by the string and swirls it, studying her face. Does she think anyone interested in this avenue of research is any more merciful, more pliable than him? She can't possibly. He's her best bet. Someone else is an unknown variable.

Someone else would be Leon and his efficiency can border on ruthless. Hap can't leave her in his hands. ]


It's too risky. Remember? [ He told her the failure rate is much higher for someone who hasn't experienced it before. It was a stressful evening, though, as frictionless as she made it seem. He's trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. ]
mollified: (look up)

[personal profile] mollified 2025-06-05 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
I remember you saying you can't make me a subject, I think.

[ Her earlier unease has mostly settled, and more than anything now, she seems genuinely curious. She has other motivations, yes: rebuilding rapport and trust, understanding Hap's motivations. But the whole discussion is, on its own merits and in spite of its darker aspects, interesting. ]

What are the risks? Besides the obvious that you might not come back.
angelhunter: (pic#17565618)

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[personal profile] angelhunter 2025-06-05 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Is that not enough? [ Hap asks on a disbelieving laugh. There is also the possibility of coming back damaged, which would be a kind of death for him as well. It would impact the work. He needs to get as much done as he can before age really starts to exact a toll on him and, by extension, it. ]
mollified: (small smile)

[personal profile] mollified 2025-06-05 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bella snorts, nodding in acknowledgement.]

Well, when you put it like that.

Have you read Plath?
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[personal profile] angelhunter 2025-06-05 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ An intrigued grin. ]

A long, long time ago.
mollified: (femme fatale)

[personal profile] mollified 2025-06-05 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
It just made me think of "Lady Lazarus." I'm trying to remember it. [ She cocks her head, glancing off into the middle distance, and recites, ] "Like the cat, I have nine times to die." And then somewhere in there it's ... "Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels real. I do it so it feels like hell."

[ She's got some of the lines mixed up, not that she knows it. When she finishes, she ducks her head with a sheepish grin and sips her tea. ]

"Out of the ashes I rise with my red hair, and I eat men like air."
angelhunter: (pic#17565639)

[personal profile] angelhunter 2025-06-05 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ She remembers it better than he does. Hap mostly remembers the emotion it struck him with. (It was a girlfriend who coaxed him into reading more of Plath after undergrad. She had dark hair and fair skin too.) Vigor, to discover his fixation reflected in someone else's words; and lust, to translate his own intense curiosity into such a keen understanding. His smile softens and darkens.

He clears his throat. ]


I forgot how evocative she is.

[ Hap glances away, ostensibly to check how much time is left to steep, and sanitizes his expression. ]

Maybe I'll order a book or two.
mollified: (pensive)

[personal profile] mollified 2025-06-05 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ She glances up when he clears his throat, catching the tail end of his smile, and immediately looks away. The awkwardness of reciting a poem -- not very well, to her mind, since she can't remember most of it -- collides with hot, surprising victory at what she thinks she sees in his expression.

Get him back on your side.

If this is what does it, good. ]


Mmm. I think every girl I knew in undergrad had the exact same existential crisis when we read The Bell Jar. Watching our figs wither.