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Dale Cooper ([personal profile] tapestodiane) wrote in [community profile] route_10652011-12-17 11:10 pm

five days after black and red collide

Who: Dale Cooper and Heather Mason
Where: The Ecruteak City Dinerrrr
When: December 14th
Summary: After those three days that were lost a lot of people probably had weird dreams about things they can't for the life of them remember. Coop and Heather are two of these people. And they've got some things to talk about. (..or as Kit excellently summarized it, this is AWKWARD CANON ENCOUNTERS: THE THREAD.)
Rating: Oh umm, PG for possibly triggery conversation?
Log:

It's absolutely freezing out and the snow is falling thick and heavy when Dale Cooper makes his way to the Ecruteak City Diner, jacket collar folded up against the wind and hands buried deep in his pockets for what little warmth there is to be found there. He's not particularly used to this kind of winter despite having grown up with something resembling it - he blames having lived in California for the past nine years where the winters are, honestly, quite pitiful attempts at everything the season is meant to be.

Especially when compared to Johto. Good old sparkling completely-covered-in-snow Johto. The weatherman had announced a break in the persistent precipitation yesterday, but today's weather is another prime example of just how trustworthy those people are. The weather gods must be at odds with them. Either that or the deities have a not-so-secret penchant for practical jokes.

Needless to say he's cold and shivering a little once he enters the diner, gratefully shutting out the wind and swirling snow behind him as the little chime above the door welcomes him inside. It's warm in there - warm and quiet. Doesn't look like a lot of people felt like braving the weather to get a cup of coffee better than what the Inn can offer (which really isn't all that good, in his opinion, entirely too mild) but Cooper is a man of habit ... or standard, if you will, and if he's going to start the day with coffee it better be a (damn) good cup of the stuff.

And that's what he's set on, really. He takes his coat off even as he walks through the area to one of his favourite booths: by the windows, just a little secluded, comfortable seats. He's got a few things to ponder and brought one of his notebooks, but his first priority is to allow himself to just melt into the seat for a second there.

...and man that is sweet. But what will be even sweeter is coffee. And possibly something sugary.

Waaaiiiitress? c:
foolishwren: baka (it's not like I LIKE you or anything)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2011-12-21 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
It's true. Nobody knows.

Not even Heather-- who had once been able to See things that precious few other people could.

But the thing about people is that no matter how ordained or chaotic the future secretly was, it was still the future. If it's not okay at the end? Then it must not be the end.

There's always more future to go around if you just keep on fighting.

Because hell, if there wasn't? Heather sure wouldn't have made it this far.

She smiles back. It's not quite as fierce as her usual smiles... but there's something firm behind it. Not confident, exactly... but a kind of solemn sureness. It's not something frequently found in the smile of your average nineteen-year-old girl, no matter how streetsmart.

She lets her hand stay there a moment or so, then gives his arm a slight squeeze before she lets go and stands up, wiping both hands off on her rumpled apron.

"I'm gonna ask for the rest of the night off. Pretty sure I'm not gonna be particularly productive for at least a few hours."
foolishwren: let's take ibuprofen together (hey.)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2011-12-22 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. We're closing in like an hour and a half anyway and there's more staff than customers. Don't think they'll need me around."

She takes both the mugs in one hand, hooking her fingers around the handles and lifting them idly with a clink.

They're both fakers, really. Perhaps him moreso than her. But anyone who's lived through the kinds of things they had just discussed needs to do a certain amount of bluffing to make it through the day. ... Or at least through conversations like these. Heather's own fear is still evident as well, but there's also a kind of calm.

She throws him a crooked grin more reminiscent of her usual.

"If you don't mind waiting around a few minutes, I'll walk back with ya."

She assumes that's where he's headed, anyway. Not like there's many places to go on a cold snowy night like this. At least not in quiet little Ecruteak.
foolishwren: as i was, you shall be (yeah. I WENT THERE.)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2011-12-22 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, she can see it.

And it's the first time he's ever really looked... vulnerable, that she's ever seen. Even that night in September when both spilled their guts a little and then poked around in the mess with their ice cream spoons, he'd never looked afraid. Sad, maybe. But not afraid.

But the best kind of comfort she knows how to give is her own brand, making that lopsided grin even broader, she walks backwards in a bit of a swagger, spreading her arms casually and injecting a hint of a movie-mobster accent into her voice.

"I mean, hey, I figure ... guy like you, walkin' alone at night... s'dangerous, y'know what I mean? I'll make sure y'get there safe, see?"

... The impression would be a little more fitting in her normal outfit than the charming little waitress uniform, but c'mon, work with her.

She disappears into the back with the mugs and plate, and eventually re-emerges ten or so minutes later, pulling on a rather slick-looking black leather coat, which is quite the upgrade in badassery from what she was wearing before. ... Then she promptly destroys that by tugging one of those goofy woolen winter hats with the flaps out of her pocket and yanking that on, too.

"All right. Ready to freeze alive?"
foolishwren: kitchen junk drawer emptied onto a trampoline (current state of mind:)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2011-12-22 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
DO YOU DOUBT HER CAPABILITIES AS A BODYGUARD, COOP? DO YOU?

She beams and steps out-- only to double over instantly against the bitter wind.

"Holy crap-- it was NOT this windy when I came to work this morning..."

Go figure she'd left her scarf back in the hotel room.
foolishwren: kitchen junk drawer emptied onto a trampoline (current state of mind:)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2011-12-30 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
PFFFF IF A MONSTER HAD ATTACKED YOU GUYS ON THE WAY HOME SHE'D TOTALLY HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HANDLE IT.

She follows him in, cheeks a raw shade of red.

"You can say that again... I feel like someone just ran a cheese-grater over my face..."

Once the door swings shut, she steps away from it, pulls her hat off, and SHAKES like a dog, dislodging the hefty white dusting that had settled on her shoulders, head, and in the collar of her coat on the way back. Because just pulling your coat off and asking for a towel like a normal person is for weenies.
foolishwren: and every scar I have makes me who I am. (We were put here on earth to feel joy)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-01-01 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
NOPE. She did stuff like this long before Cujo entered the picture. Because she is a sophisticated and polite young human being.

She straightens up, running her fingers through her wet hair and slicking it back slightly. A hot shower's in order after this. Both to cure the cold and... get rid of the feeling of filth that had started to creep in once Cooper told her the truth about her frightening visitor.

Looking back over at him, she offers a sort of smile. But like his voice, it's not as full as it could be.

"Eh, you could say that. Mostly I was just bein' descriptive."
foolishwren: ........................ shia lebouf (out of the corner of ur eye u spot him..)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-01-28 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
The girl's smile doesn't disappear entirely-- it is, after all, a sort of shield to her-- but it does fade at the words. She pauses in stomping her boots on the floor to get the last of the slush out of them and looks up at Cooper with the barest hint of a grimace.

In many other scenarios, she might have met his request with a grin, rolled eyes, and a 'GEEZ, WORRYWART', or maybe even an indignant retort that she's 'not stupid and I can take care of myself!' But not tonight.

Instead, she just gives a small nod.

"... I'll be careful..."

Taking her hat in both hands to shake it out a little, she stares down into the bowl of it like she expects some kind of answer to magically appear out of it. Then looks back up at Cooper and speaks with a slightly more vigorous-- but not attitude-filled like normal-- tone.

"But it only happened twice. You know... on those weird weekends. Nothing can happen till then, right? I've got time."

It wasn't an argument or an excuse so much as a sort of hopeful inquiry.

She wanted time.

Time to come up with some kind of plan.

Time to get ready.
foolishwren: nobody likes me (*eyes snap open at 3:40 AM*)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-01-30 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
It's the most 'intimate' physical contact he's ever initiated with her, and the weight isn't lost on her. It's hard to find it comforting, given the seriousness of the situation... but she appreciates it all the same. Where she might have jerked away and snarled a 'Don't touch me!' four or five months ago, she only looks up at him.

There's no grin on her face. Although she's been generous with those quiet, determined smiles of reassurance, right now she just looks perfectly serious, albeit fairly calm, given the circumstances.

"I will..." is what she first murmurs, gaze sliding off of Cooper's face and off to the side, thoughtfully.

But then it snaps back to him after a second or two, and although there are still traces of fright lingering on her face, there's a certain grim, hardness in her eyes. Part of it is resigned, somehow-- but an equal part of it is something else. Something steadfast and sure.

"This isn't the first time something like this has happened. ... I'll be fine."

Although it could easily be mistaken, there's something about the way she says 'something like this' that indicates that she does not mean other encounters with BOB. Not specifically, anyway. She's already told him about the times she's seen his face.
foolishwren: ;) (*winks but a duck noise happens*)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-01-30 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
They really have.

It's something she'll associate with Ecruteak long after she's moved on to other cities, and it's not a bad association to make.

Her own mouth corners quirk up slightly, although her expression remains rather solemn, even as he lets go.

"I'm serious. I'll be fine. I always am in the end. One way or another."

Just to REALLY IMPRESS IT UPON HIM-- or try to. It's likely there's very little the girl can do to dispell the terror of BOB, really. But she's trying, if only to give Cooper a little peace of mind to last him the night.
foolishwren: and i never will. i've already forgotten what you said, good bye forever (Wow ive never thought about it like that)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-02-03 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
She nods.

"Oh-- ... yeah."

Her feet feel almost sluggish as she turns to head for the stairs, but they pick up speed at the prospect of a hot shower and getting to curl up in bed under a pile of blankets and Pokemon afterwards. Although she'd never have predicted it when she'd first arrived in Johto and become acquainted with her slobbery starter, surprisingly she finds that right now, one of the few things she can think of to make herself feel better about this whole alarming situation is having Cujo's warm, thick-furred weight pressed up for her to bury her face in.

"Just gonna take it easy for the rest of the night, I think. ... You?"

She hopes he will.

If it's physically possible for him to take it easy.
foolishwren: I'm 47 (I'm not like other teens)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-02-05 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. It's personal. And for that reason, Heather can't and doesn't expect him to be overly comforted by anything she says.

But she's still trying. She can't not.

Glancing at him sidelong as she climbs the stairs, she frowns a little bit. Doesn't sound like he'll be getting any sleep tonight...

"... Y'know, my dad makes really good tea. We could bring you a cup later."

The relaxing kind.

Nobody needs caffeine when they're already anxious.
foolishwren: a family can be a husband, a metal husband, a cockroach son/husband who exists in a quantum state, a ghost son, an adopted flesh son who accidentally wandered into your pocket dimension, and 998 tins of coffee. (a family doesnt have 2 b parents + a kid)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-02-22 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
At the acceptance of the offer, she gives him a small smile.

"I'll ask Dad to make some after I take a shower."

God knew she was kind of craving some herself, and she wasn't even a huge fan of tea.
foolishwren: ALL DOORS ARE LOCKED (SHIT GETS RUSTY)

Aaaaand that's a wrap? :U

[personal profile] foolishwren 2012-02-28 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. See you in a bit."

She flashed him a last hopefully-reassuring smile, before continuing on to her own room.

And hoping to dear god that she'd feel well enough to give him a more real one later.