[ He's semi-aware of things going on in Panorama, but he's been spending more time out by the Scrapyard with Cassian recently, so some things just filter in and out, off his radar. Anything that's not a need to know, especially, is disregarded. ]
[ She tries to stay abreast of things in the city, but there's just so much that doesn't make it onto their sorry excuse for the internet that she's often relying on eavesdropping on conversations in markets and diners to find out anything. ]
it's like this caravan that's happening. you have to put a costume on your car, which sounds weird but also kinda fun, and everyone drives out to find a diffusion zone to party in. i heard from someone who just got back that it's a drive-in theater this time.
[ Putting a costume on his car isn't what he'd call fun, but he wouldn't call it not fun, either. It's just — something people are doing, that's fine. And that doesn't mean automatically turning down whatever she's suggesting here. ]
So you gotta decorate your car to show up? You doing it?
[ To the drive-in movies back home. Which — may not be immediately obvious. Though he also doesn't realize how that might come across, either. Still, he doesn't leave her to wonder long. ]
I'll come with you though.
[ Might as well. He's off tomorrow, doesn't mind the long drives, doesn't mind her company, and a chance away from the city. He's seen some real fucked up shit out in the fringes lately, but it also doesn't stop him venturing out. ]
[ No? She debates asking for clarification, trying not to let disappointment settle in too much before she knows for certain he's turned down her invitation, when he sends his second message. Okay. Good. ]
great. send me your address and i'll pick you up in an hour?
[ A second text follows quickly: ]
if you've got any tape, bring it. not the clear stuff.
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I haven't. What is it?
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it's like this caravan that's happening. you have to put a costume on your car, which sounds weird but also kinda fun, and everyone drives out to find a diffusion zone to party in. i heard from someone who just got back that it's a drive-in theater this time.
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So you gotta decorate your car to show up? You doing it?
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but it's no fun going to something like this alone. so... you interested? the zone's a few hours out, so it'd be a trip.
[ a few seconds pass and then ]
do you even have drive-in movies back home in your time?
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[ To the drive-in movies back home. Which — may not be immediately obvious. Though he also doesn't realize how that might come across, either. Still, he doesn't leave her to wonder long. ]
I'll come with you though.
[ Might as well. He's off tomorrow, doesn't mind the long drives, doesn't mind her company, and a chance away from the city. He's seen some real fucked up shit out in the fringes lately, but it also doesn't stop him venturing out. ]
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great. send me your address and i'll pick you up in an hour?
[ A second text follows quickly: ]
if you've got any tape, bring it. not the clear stuff.
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