Martin generally believes himself to be the kind of person that would help an old woman in need. But he can't just float that high, and she is spewing such an impressive and creative assortment of explitives that he's sort of stuck standing right where he is.
"Ma'am--miss--"
She doesn't seem to hear him, though, and has started yelling at someone else nearby to get up there after him. So, rather than get too caught up in the middle of... this... he steps back into the crowd, disappearing to the edge of it so that he can watch without being watched. Or yelled at. Or yelled next to.
Mister Mars, for his part, is starting to look desperately concerned about his precarious rise and Martin suddenly wonders if he truly has no idea what he's doing. He frowns.
"Which is more likely, d'you think? That he gets stuck up there or that he just... keeps going?"
The latter sounds like being caught in the Vast and makes his knees feel a bit wobbly just at the thought.
Nonah, North Carolina
"Iced tea?"
It might be better than nothing, but Martin has his doubts that it's going to be a cup of Earl Grey. Still, the little girls manning the drink stand have managed to convince him that it's worth trying, especially if he's never had it before, and especially if he's new here - to the United States or just Nonah. Of course he's heard of it, he just isn't entirely sure it's his... well. His cup of tea.
Still, the girls manage to divest him of the cost and in return give him a clear plastic cup of iced tea, lemons and all.
"Oh, do you have--"
"It's already sweetened," says a particularly endearing little girl who is also missing a tooth.
Martin Blackwood | The Magnus Archives
Martin generally believes himself to be the kind of person that would help an old woman in need. But he can't just float that high, and she is spewing such an impressive and creative assortment of explitives that he's sort of stuck standing right where he is.
"Ma'am--miss--"
She doesn't seem to hear him, though, and has started yelling at someone else nearby to get up there after him. So, rather than get too caught up in the middle of... this... he steps back into the crowd, disappearing to the edge of it so that he can watch without being watched. Or yelled at. Or yelled next to.
Mister Mars, for his part, is starting to look desperately concerned about his precarious rise and Martin suddenly wonders if he truly has no idea what he's doing. He frowns.
"Which is more likely, d'you think? That he gets stuck up there or that he just... keeps going?"
The latter sounds like being caught in the Vast and makes his knees feel a bit wobbly just at the thought.
Nonah, North Carolina
"Iced tea?"
It might be better than nothing, but Martin has his doubts that it's going to be a cup of Earl Grey. Still, the little girls manning the drink stand have managed to convince him that it's worth trying, especially if he's never had it before, and especially if he's new here - to the United States or just Nonah. Of course he's heard of it, he just isn't entirely sure it's his... well. His cup of tea.
Still, the girls manage to divest him of the cost and in return give him a clear plastic cup of iced tea, lemons and all.
"Oh, do you have--"
"It's already sweetened," says a particularly endearing little girl who is also missing a tooth.
"O-oh, thank you."
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