spice is the variety of death...? idek

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone who wants to be here! ...Again!
What: Total Recall 2014, Part 2
When: The second week of the event, roughly April 17th-22nd. As in the last log, the start date is flexible. The end date less so.
Where: All over blah blah blah
Summary: More chaos, more madness, everyone is just so done with this nonsense gosh
Rating: Varied. Anything too high-rated goes to appointments!


Slow but steady, here is the second log for the event. As before, feel free to have your characters post their own entries if you'd rather do that. Here is the first log as well.

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[forelocked]

Is it bad? What's gonna happen to us?

[Farlan keeps looking up, staring, heedless of Levi's advice, until finally he's forced to look down. His eyes hurt. He's learned why you're not supposed to look at the sun.]

Ow.

[Farlan is obviously malnourished, thin and pale, and he nods. He's basically hungry all the time.]

Yeah. Why?

[His eyes aren't injured, he's just dazed, and he looks up at Levi suspiciously. People don't give you food. That's not a thing that happens.]

[reviling]

I'm not sure.

[Seeing him out in the open like this, Levi can see just how thin Farlan truly is. Had he been that spindly once? With the shortage of resources in their world, it's a wonder they're able to get enough ample nutrition to fight the titans at all.

Of course, the military was fed, but even so, others went hungry.]

I'll get you something to eat. C'mon.

[he starts for he road, the sun falling upon his back, and the Wings of Freedom on his jacket.]

[forelocked]

Why are you gonna give me food?

[He starts to follow him, slowly, but he's still hesitant. He's never met with anyone in the Survey Corps, but he doesn't have good feelings about the military in general. This guy seems nice and says he knows him, but Farlan doesn't know him, and it's hard to trust a stranger.]

[reviling]

[unfortunately Levi had already dressed for the day, and hadn't had any time to ditch the uniform upon discovering Farlan. He knows it'd be easier to win his trust without it, but he's not going to mention anything unless Farlan asks.

Levi glances over a him.]

Because I want to, so if you want to eat, then keep up.

[forelocked]

I can keep up with you!

[Of course he can. He's not weak. He's survived a long time, and he's not about to be outdistanced by a man with short legs. He quickens his pace. He did get to go outside, so that's a mark in Levi's favor.]

Yeah, but why do you give a shit if I eat?

[As far as Farlan's concerned, soldiers get all the food they want, and they sure as hell don't share it.]

[reviling]

Because I hate watching skinny brats go hungry.

[Levi takes Farlan to one of the cafes - the market would likely be too overwhelming, and he hates it there anyway (too much stuff he doesn't believe is actually food). There's decent food at this place, things that would be somewhat familiar for Farlan, at least, and nothing excessively rich.]

And I grew up in a dark, filthy place, just like you.

[forelocked]

I'm not a skinny brat.

[He says this automatically, but he's not offended, because he's used to people talking that way. It's more familiar to him than someone being openly nice, and thus, less weird.

He frowns at the cafe, looking around cautiously, but there's nothing that seems bad here. It doesn't look like any kind of a trap. And it smells like food. His stomach growls.]

You did? How'd you get out?

[He'd like to get out, more than anything. Though he's out now, isn't he? He still doesn't get exactly what's going on, and he asks quickly, before Levi can reply to his previous questions:]

I don't have to go back, do I?

[reviling]

No, you don't.

[he brings Farlan up to the counter, orders something for them both.]

Pick something else, and we'll start with that.

[once they've gotten their food, he carries it to the able and sets it down, letting Farlan tear into it as he's sure he will.]

I got out because I got stronger, and someone pulled me out.

[forelocked]

Really? Never? You're lying.

[He glares at Levi skeptically. Things that good don't happen out of nowhere. But--the food looks really good, and it's hard to deny the reality of that. He follows him back to the table. It's hard to be cynical when he wants that food so much.]

You're lucky. That hardly ever happens.

[Once he's sitting down, he picks up some food off his plate, then begins to insert it into his mouth as quickly as possible. If he could swallow it whole, he would. He mumbles something else, but his mouth is full of food, so it's inaudible.]

[reviling]

I don't have a reason to lie to you.

[he doesn't expect Farlan, particularly at this young age, to believe him. He's been lied to and deceived many times, Levi has little doubt. The only way he'll eventually trust him is to decide on that himself.]

I took advantage of an opportunity, but it only came because I was strong enough for people to notice.

[he eats a little himself, always watching Farlan carefully. If only people in their on world didn't have to worry about starvation, perhaps they'd have a better chance at defeating the titans.]

Swallow before you talk.

[forelocked]

[After a moment, Farlan swallows, which is difficult, when he has so much food in his mouth, but he manages.]

Yeah. I guess you don't.

[What good would lying do? He's not going to get anything out of it, is he?]

Probably.

[But Farlan's still too suspicious to take him at his word. And it doesn't seem like much of an opportunity, from where he's sitting. Not that he wants to stay in the slums, but--]

I'd rather stay home than join up with you, I don't wanna get eaten.

[Joining the Survey Corps must really suck.]

[reviling]

[Levi gives Farlan a flat look over the cup of tea he's raising to his lips.]

Perhaps some people would rather be eaten than die slowly of starvation.

[forelocked]

I'm not gonna starve! I'm good at getting food.

[...by stealing.]

Better than almost anybody. Who wants to be eaten, that's gross!

[reviling]

There's no elegant way to die. Hate to break it to you.

[forelocked]

I know. I seen people die.

But I'm not gonna starve and I'm not gonna be eaten, so there.

[Flawless logic.]

[reviling]

[Levi is quiet a moment, finishing his meal before he speaks again. It gives him time to lessen the tightening in his chest.]

Gotta have a strong will to survive, kid.

Think you got what it takes?

[forelocked]

Sure I do! I know what I'm doing.

[He's an expert!]

When I grow up, I'm not gonna be in the slums at all, I'm gonna live somewhere good, with lots of food--like this.

[And he eats another bite to prove his point.]

[reviling]

...I'm sure you will.

[it's a little more difficult to say anything then. Farlan made it out into the sunlight, out past the walls for a brief taste of an endless horizon with him. But through his own vanity, it'd been cut short.

A meaningless death.]