[ Jon has himself a devoted audience, as Ava slips into listening with rapt attention. The quality of Jon's voice, while dramatic, still falls into a strange cadence that almost seems...smoother when he talks, like he's memorized these things, like he has the Statement in front of him.
She's not fixed on it. But she's absorbing the information, sipping her water intermittently, mouth gone dry. She doesn't touch the meat, even if she's chipping away a little at a time with the cheese board.
When he comes to the end, she's gone pale. ]
Christ.
[ Ava drinks from her glass, finishing it, stomach roiling painfully with discomfort...and the gnawing hunger, which she dislikes even more now. ]
Maybe. You think maybe things like that are collecting in a world like this... Like sewage dump in a nexus? Your story reminds me of a nagaraja I met--
[ Oh. And her food's here now. Christ.
Ava looks even worse now, because the food smells really, really good. She's ordered it mostly rare so she can try to figure out what it is, and she gives it a good look when she realizes--
Well, it's not a sure thing. But she's pretty sure she knows that smell now. And the smell of the 'gravy' that's being poured. The waiter starts to leave. ]
Hey, uh, sorry-- Sorry. I don't get to know what the special is?
[ The waiter smiles. "It's our specialty for a reason! And it's not something we can just tell people--" ]
Oh, come on. [ She's staring right at him now, eyes on his. ] Tell me what it is.
[ He stops. Stares. He can't break away. "It's...rare meat. Very rare. Sourced from donors!" Ava's about to start literally digging into his mind if he doesn't give her a straight answer. Does he even know? ]
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Date: 2019-09-03 02:57 am (UTC)She's not fixed on it. But she's absorbing the information, sipping her water intermittently, mouth gone dry. She doesn't touch the meat, even if she's chipping away a little at a time with the cheese board.
When he comes to the end, she's gone pale. ]
Christ.
[ Ava drinks from her glass, finishing it, stomach roiling painfully with discomfort...and the gnawing hunger, which she dislikes even more now. ]
Maybe. You think maybe things like that are collecting in a world like this... Like sewage dump in a nexus? Your story reminds me of a nagaraja I met--
[ Oh. And her food's here now. Christ.
Ava looks even worse now, because the food smells really, really good. She's ordered it mostly rare so she can try to figure out what it is, and she gives it a good look when she realizes--
Well, it's not a sure thing. But she's pretty sure she knows that smell now. And the smell of the 'gravy' that's being poured. The waiter starts to leave. ]
Hey, uh, sorry-- Sorry. I don't get to know what the special is?
[ The waiter smiles. "It's our specialty for a reason! And it's not something we can just tell people--" ]
Oh, come on. [ She's staring right at him now, eyes on his. ] Tell me what it is.
[ He stops. Stares. He can't break away. "It's...rare meat. Very rare. Sourced from donors!" Ava's about to start literally digging into his mind if he doesn't give her a straight answer. Does he even know? ]