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I just did a maintenance check on it. New oil, rotated the tires, even checked the battery. Even vacuumed it a bit since it was getting a little dirty.

[he pats the wheel.]

Seems pretty safe to me.

[so yes, as far as he knows it's safe. if they put in some weird tiny bug in a place he never would have gotten then there's not much he can do about it. but it's probably as good as they're going to get.]

[ She enters the truck and closes the door. Knowing full well they can been seen through the windows, she'll keep the facade up until he drives a little away. ]

Have you ever tested it's safety? Say, on more wild terrain?

Like out in the desert?

[look at that grin. yeah he's offroaded a bit. ...okay most of that had been when he was trying to blow off steam after their less than stellar parting and shooting the desert wildlife seemed like a great idea.]

Like the desert. [ Coy little smile right back. ]

Sounds like this is starting to turn into a picnic. Should have brought something.

We can always stop by the tavern first a pick something up. Maybe a bottle of wine, too.

One pit stop coming right up.

[and off to the tavern they go.]

[ Lalala going to the tavern and getting supplies and then off for their little "picnic" in the desert? ]

[great timeskip sounds great. and he'll take a few side roads and not basically move in a direct pattern. totally not to shake anyone that might be following them or anything, nooo.

but yep. out in the desert now.]

How far out do you wanna go?

[ Looks out the window. She doesn't want to go too far out because ~monsters~ but this should be good. ] Over here is just good enough.

[and just going to swing it around to some more even terrain before pulling it to a stop. as he leaves the cab, he looks around.]

You know, this place always did remind me a little of home.

[ She leaves the truck, bringing the supplies out with her.

She looks around the desert. ] Who knows, maybe you'll be able to see your home soon enough.

[ Although not in the best of circumstances. ]

[a small laugh.]

Maybe. Though I have to admit, I'll miss this place.

[he's going to move around back to the bed of the truck, taking off the cover and unlocking the hatch. well they have to eat somewhere and the cab is empty. there's even a blanket already there, though usually he just uses it to cover anything that might be in the cab. once he clears it off and takes the supplies from her, he holds out a hand to help her up.]

[ Being helped up, and now that things are set up, she wonders if they should just skip to the wine. This is going to be some heavy information. She doesn't know where to start. She's been keeping a good face with having just heard Nocturne wants them dead, but the stress is beginning to chip away at her. ]

I certainly won't.

[ Well. That was a little harsh. She catches a quick look back at him. ] That is--... I won't miss most of it.

[ Some things she will miss. Some people she will miss. ]

[hah.]

Nah, I know what you mean.

[well he'll pour the glasses first and honestly he won't mind if they dip right into it.]

So. Pleasantries first or do you want to jump right in?

[he'll let her take the lead on this. let her set the pace.]

[ She looks at her glass for a moment, swirling it once.

She gon' jump right to it. ] They're going to kill us.

[good thing he wasn't drinking yet otherwise he might have done a spittake. he does look at her sharply.]

What do you mean?

....Their plan is that when they don't need us anymore, they're going to dispose of us.

[ Then as an aside: ] I haven't been threatened directly. [ Not yet?? ] But this is what I discovered.

Did you hear how they plan on doing that?

When... when they decide to invade other worlds. That is when they plan on doing so.

As for how? [ A shrug. ] I can only imagine. [ She looks at him again. ] The things I've worked on this past wee-- the things I've seen... Alvin, I don't know if you saw what Lacie Baskerville had become, but I believe that could be just the beginning if Nocturne is left unchecked.

No I didn't. [he was focused more on Jude and things.] What happened? What exactly have they been making you do?

Lacie was being used as a live experiment for a special potent formula of nightmare energy. She turned into what they call a "Night Terror". This isn't a project I worked on.

Instead of a being like a nightwalker where it's difficult to tell who is the unfortunate individual to be used as a base, a Night Terror more resembles their physical self. First noctaere, then nightwalkers, and now this-- this could imply they're refining their formula to produce a kind of being that looks exactly like a person's normal self, but in reality is a nightmare monster underneath. [ Quite a good idea, if they want more undetectable monsters. But speculation aside-- ] Anyway, they're extremely powerful and more destructive. The downside is that these Night Terrors appear to be more prototype than anything else, and their control is unstable.

[ She looks down at her hands. ] As for me, I... have been promoted [ said dryly. ] to experimenting on Noctaere as well as the unfortunate individuals who are being used as their base.

[he's silent for a moment, taking it all in. in some ways it did make sense, and he remembers how those Nightwalkers were like some kind of freak experiment.]

How involved have you been in those...experiments?

[he understands if she had to actually do something. he's had his hands dirty on things he didn't necessarily agree to. but he has to know how deep she is in this now.]

[ .... ]

Very involved.

[a long exhale as he leans back. yep, time for a deep swallow of wine.]

So you know how those things are made?

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