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Flash Night
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Florence hands Steve his cup through the window so she has a free hand to open the door. The car behind his jerks quickly into the other lane and speeds around. Florence knows without looking that a finger was thrown. Thankfully, the van behind it seems to be in much less of a hurry, and she gets in without further "encouragement" from other vehicles.
"So what's been going on Steve? Like I said, I've been out of the loop since shit went down yesterday."
He is silent for a moment, likely as he ponders where to begin. "Well, guess right after, things were pretty panicked. Think after the initial.. event, there wasn't really a lot of further danger, but folks had momentum y'know? Sure, billowing clouds a'blue smoke are prolly not somethin you wanna stick around for, but at that point we were like cattle."
Florence gives another slight twitch of annoyance as her mind is forced to make the required cognitave leap. Steve can talk quite quickly, which can be bad enough at times, but he has an annoying habbit of leaving his analogies unfinished. If he notices her tick, he doesn't let on as he plows ahead.
"So folks that weren't stickin around to help somebody with an injury were down the next block 'fore they started slowin down. That uh.. certainly didn't help our looking innocent on the news last night. Think it was a good hour before anybody started gettin organized again. That meet-up y'missed last night was just a head count much as anything. Didn't wanna do anything serious till people calmed down. ...Which is this morning, I guess."
"People like Maples?"
"Whadaya mean?"
"He called me, said the police were tracking phones or something. Which... is odd now that I think about it. If they were tracking his phone why would he be using it?"
In the moment of silence, Steve shrugs.
"...anyway, he said to hide, lay low, probably NOT come to this meeting this morning."
"Well, I dunno. He didn't call me anyway. I guess the police picked some of us up sounds like. I don't think I can blame 'em."
"Yeah, I got a voicemail from Kral in holding. Said they had Eric and some others there. Frankly, it has me a little worried about even showing up today."
"..Oh. um... d'you..."
She sighs "I dunno. It's just... I coulda died yesterday, you know? If I wasn't.. me. Has me really thinking about what I've been doing."
"Yeah, I get ya. It was a scary, shitty thing. A lot of people DID die. Coulda been any of us. But ya know, way I figure, that's all the more reason for us to stand up now. If we just lay low, Crey will sweep this mess under the rug too, and they'll have died meaninglessly."
Well that's a point I guess.
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