[Sans spends most mornings sleeping--he tries to sleep as late as possible basically all the time. But this time he's up and dressed (in a Hawaiian shirt and completely unmatching smoking jacket, but good enough) and everything.]
Hey, I found something weird the other day in that police chief guy's wallet.
[ lorna, in contrast, isn't comfortable with the idea of falling asleep here and doesn't sleep any more than she absolutely has to. sometimes this results in her not actually getting the amount of sleep she really needs, and sans finds her in the kitchen sort of slumped over a cup of coffee that's as strong as she could have made it.
she would disagree about it not being an appropriate start to a conversation. it grabs her attention and perks her up immediately, and she sets her coffee down and leans forward with interest. ]
[Sans drops into one of the open seats at the table across from Lorna.] A photo of a couple kids in Halloween costumes. I put it back, 'cause I didn't want to deal with him going lookin' for it if he noticed, but the picture was really old, right? But I checked out pictures of the costumes here and those costumes should be recent.
He was asleep in his car in the park the other day. But like, an alcohol nap, so he might as well've been out cold. [Sans shrugs.] When I was looking at the picture I was kinda worried just touching it might make it fall to pieces, so pretty old.
[ lorna's eyebrows go up, though she's more impressed than shocked. though the fact that he'd mentioned the picture looking old and fragile enough to fall apart is what's really interesting. ]
The kids in the picture didn't look familiar, did they? [ were they the kids from halloween is her real question, but she figures she doesn't have to elaborate on that. ]
Nah, but one had half a mask on and the other had a whole mask on. [So if he saw them walking down the street in regular clothes it would be hard to identify them.] All the kids from October are still--well, whatever you count as when you get turned into a zombie, so it could be them, but I don't know who they were.
I don't remember names. [ she wishes she did, but details regarding everything go between vivid and fuzzy to her, as if everything actually was a dream in spite of people remembering the contrary. ]
Pretty gusty of you to look through his wallet. Did he even stir?
I could smell the alcohol from outside the car. He might as well've been out cold. Not that I tried shakin' him awake or anything. [It was very convenient for him, although you probably shouldn't be anywhere near a car in that state.]
late January at their house
Hey, I found something weird the other day in that police chief guy's wallet.
[This is not how you open up a conversation.]
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she would disagree about it not being an appropriate start to a conversation. it grabs her attention and perks her up immediately, and she sets her coffee down and leans forward with interest. ]
Interesting how? What'd you find?
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[Unless it's been 1961 for a while, anyway.]
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How old, do you think? Like a few years, a decade?
[ something else he'd said strikes her, and she frowns a little. ]
Wait, how'd you get a look at what was in his wallet?
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The kids in the picture didn't look familiar, did they? [ were they the kids from halloween is her real question, but she figures she doesn't have to elaborate on that. ]
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[So that is something to potentially look into.]
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Pretty gusty of you to look through his wallet. Did he even stir?
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