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No-- The fucking-- The kitchen door is locked. Are they shutting this whole place down on us again or something?

[Look, it's not even really about the pancakes. She's frustrated because she's hungry.]

Is there no key?

[ It is a really basic and obvious question and possibly he shouldn't even ask it but maybe she's upset enough that she didn't consider looking? ]

Did it get shut down before?

Uh, no, it's just locked.

[She presses her lips together, then purses them slightly.]

A lot of Anchor was locked up when we got here. I don't remember the kitchen being one of those places. What the fuck is going on?

I don't know! You know all this technology's really new to me.

[ Reynir hates problems he can't help with! Hates them. There has to be some way he can assist her, at least a little? ]

So... are you locked in where you are or just locked out of the kitchen?

[ The distinction seems important... ]

Yeah-- Yeah, sorry.

[Ugh, it's one of those things that's so easy to forget about.]

Just locked out. You can bet I'd be making a hell of a lot more fucking noise if I was locked in. But this is really weird.

Maybe there was an accident in the kitchen and it's not safe in there so someone's closed it off?

[ Kitchens have like, fire and stuff. Seems more plausible to him than this being something about Julie in particular. ]

Even so, they really should've left a note... it's rude to just lock the doors.

Yeah-- yeah, I mean, there aren't that many of us. I don't feel like someone's gonna just lock up the kitchen without letting us know why.

[She frowns and tries to prise open the electronic panel beside the door, only to be gifted with a small static shock.]

Agh-- fuck, damn it, what the actual fucking hell--

[ Reynir might not be there but he jumps all the same, startled by her sudden reaction to the pain. ]

What happened, are you okay?

[ Is that not supposed to happen? Julie, explain! He is worried! ]

The fucking door panel just zapped me!

[The actual nerve of it! Julie stamps one foot on the ground, a little petulant as she steps back from the door and scowls up at it. What does a girl have to do to get some food around here, anyway?]

I'm gonna need a plan B, here...

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[ Oh, dear. Zapping doors are no good at all. Reynir winces sympathetically. ]

Are there other ways in? Maybe it's just that door in particular and if you found a way around the back you could get inside? Or is is possible to cook pancakes elsewhere? Does it have to be pancakes or would any food do because I've got some ginger cookies in my room...?

I guess it doesn't have to be pancakes.

[But the fact the kitchen has locked them all out is still a problem. One she can come back to when she's managed to find something for breakfast.]

But I don't want to like, raid your personal supplies or anything.

[ Yeah the locked door situation is a complex and long-term and tech-related problem and none of those are Reynir's strong suit. But he is friendly and generous down to the bone without even having a second's hesitation. ]

Naw, c'mon, it'll be super fun, like an impromptu party. I'm happy to share. Why don't you head over and I'll see what else I can dig up. Do you like tea? It could be a tea party.

[ Literally just a moment's searching has turned up some other confections and biscuits and things and Reynir says to Julie: ]

My friend Onni's always baking, I think he does it when he's stressed just to calm down, so we've sort of drowning in sweets here.

More into coffee when I can get it, [Irished up, if you please.] but... sure, tea sounds great right now.

[A hot drink sounds great right now, even if she doesn't actually drink it and just holds it in her hands.]

And I mean, who am I to turn down someone asking me to help them clear out some excess baking, right?

I only have tea.

[ If he had coffee he would offer it to her, but Reynir's not really a fan. ]

Exactly! Please, Julie, I am being suffocated by mountains of ginger cookies! You're the only one who can help!

[ The situation with the door being lock and shocking her sucks, but Reynir is good at adding a little fun and humor to bad situations when they're needed. He likes Julie. He wants very much to make her shitty day a little better. ]

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[That does make her laugh, which is undoubtedly something she needs far more than she needs pancakes. The kitchen is forgotten in favour of making her way back to the living quarters level, though she keeps the line open while she goes.]

You ever think what this place must have been like when it was full of people? I mean, it was obviously built for hundreds.

[And with so little information here on just what happened to them.]

[ To be honest... he hasn't spent a whole lot of time imagining that, no. Reynir is imaginative, but it's in specific ways. But he can roll with it. ]

I'm not even sure whether I'd like that. I've only been to the city a couple times and it was pretty overwhelming.

[ He doesn't mind saying that to Julie because she's from a world that went to shit, too, so he feels like she's not gonna judge him for it. even though maybe she lived in a more densely-populated area before everything started to go wrong. For Reynir, a tiny rural town was all he'd known most of his life. ]

It reminds me of the Silent World. All those empty places, so many echoes of the past. But no ghosts, though. Which is a relief.

[Julie had lived in New York, and 'densely populated' doesn't even begin to do it justice. In the enclave, too, in the swaying towers held together by wire and wood, there had been tens of thousands of people.

She has to wonder what Reynir would have made of it all.]

Yeah... I see enough actual dead people just fucking walking around, without seeing ghosts as well. [She makes a face, pursing her lips slightly.]

Do you know Klaus?

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