The Mount, Ex-Los Angeles

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The last time anyone from Fandom had been in Kathy's LA, the heroes had been living inside the walls that surrounded Paramount Studios, with the exes and the South Seventeens laying claim to everything else. Since then, they'd expanded; the Big Wall pushing the borders out almost a mile in all four directions. In some spots, it was hard to tell that there had ever been a zombocalypse; the streets were clean, the buildings repaired, the blood all scrubbed away. There was a proper school, lots of farms and gardens, several churches, and even a small library. The studio was still the heart of the community, but people had started to spread out and settle. It was still a tight fit, several thousand people into one square mile, but honestly not much worse than Los Angeles used to be, back before the world died and reanimated again.

Life had fallen back into a rhythm again. People got up, got ready for the day. Kids were sent off to school, adults took themselves to various jobs, though there were fewer sales people, baristas, and aspiring actors and a lot more guards, scavengers, and farmers these days. There was a brewery down on Larchmont and a still over on Monroe. Burns Park let people enjoy a bit of nature where the kids could run around and burn off steam and a Gold's Gym practically against the Big Wall. That was where the Unbreakables spent most of their free time, with curious gawkers watching them put more and more weight onto the machines.

It was a bustling little community of survivors, as safe as a place could be, surrounded on all sides by millions of undead waiting to find a way inside to devour them all.

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Re: Wednesday Evening

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Dante nodded again. He fell silent for a moment, taking some time to gather his thoughts.

Only then did he get up.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Ezra's thoughts remained scattered.

He watched Dante get up. Didn't really make any immediate move of his own.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"You coming?" Dante asked, glancing over his shoulder. "Or you wanna wait?"

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Ezra didn't feel like explaining himself. In fact, he didn't seem that interested in saying much at all.

Besides, getting up said enough, he thought.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

That was fine with Dante. He wasn't exactly full of words right now, himself.

He shrugged his coat back on with an idle gesture, nudged aside the mattress and opened the door, slipping out into the hallway.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Ezra followed like a ghost, light on his feet.

Closed the door after them about as quietly as he moved, too.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante stuck his hands in his pockets, pausing just long enough to look over his shoulder, to determine where Ezra was and give him a moment to catch up.

He resumed walking after that, through the hall, down the stairs, out that final door.

In other circumstances, his mind would go hunting for something to say: eager to make another futile attempt to put a crack in the ten-feet-wide wall of distance around Ezra. That urge wasn't here now; he was satisfied with the quiet.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

This time, Ezra wasn't even doing it on purpose. It was more like he'd momentarily checked out, and was ten feet away from himself.

His hair was getting longer. It flopped in his face as he walked. He was keeping pace with Dante, hands stuffed in his pockets.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

The streets weren't very crowded at this time of the evening, but they hadn't emptied out yet. In absence of conversation, Dante watched: the faces of the people, the structure of the Big Wall, the words on windows and signs and what they said about this place.

People had learned to live with this.

They always did.

"They're doing pretty well for themselves," he said, eventually. It was an idle observation, not any attempt to draw Ezra out. It didn't need to be answered, but it could be.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

"Mmh," Ezra agreed, though it was more a vague sound than it was anything else.

Luckily he didn't leave it at just that. "Humans are resilient like that."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

It'd probably be curfew soon, if they still had that, Dante reflected at some point between the 'Mmh' and the rest of it.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "It'd be so easy to just give it up. Die, or crowd each other out, or something. Instead it's almost normal out here."

Re: Wednesday Evening

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Ezra snorted. "I vote for purging the word 'normal' from vocabulary," he said, drawing out the words in a soft drawl that was somehow reminiscent of some of his more seductive purrs, yet somehow the complete opposite of that. "It doesn't actually mean anything."

After a pause, he added, half just to himself, "Never has."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante thought about it.

"Not sure that's true," he said, his own tone even, thoughtful even.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

"Well, hasn't meant much to me," Ezra amended.

He didn't sound like he could muster up much caring, either way.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante chewed on that thought another little while.

"It probably means something different to everybody," he said. "When I say normal, I just think about... a day, you know? A day where nothing particularly bad happens, and nothing particularly good. I wake up, I eat, I hang, I go to bed. Baseline. Normal."

A beat.

"But five years ago, a day like that would've been weird as shit."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

"That's what I meant," Ezra replied without much color to his voice. "For something that's supposed to convey ordinariness, it's too mutable for me. It means... nothing."

He'd never felt like normal applied to him, anyway.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"I probably woulda said the same back then," Dante said.

Still thoughtful, but now halfway to himself, like he was trying out a thought.

"I guess I just mean they're getting back to doing as humans do when there's not so much shit going on," he said. "You could almost forget about all the fucking zombies."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Ezra shrugged. "Never disagreed with the principle."

No, he got it. Grasping at semantics just came naturally when his thoughts were a jumble.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"I know," Dante said.

He blamed Kathy; he'd never narrated his thoughts this much before he met her.

"Just thinking, I guess."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

"It's okay."

Not much of anything else was. But that was.

Ezra brushed some hair away from his eyes. But it didn't really stay there.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's mouth curved, just a little, in spite of himself.

"Maybe they have hairdressers now."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Ezra rolled his eyes.

It was a little half-hearted, but still. "I'm too worn down to listen to half-assed insults to my hair, so please stop immediately. Thank you."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"It's a joke, not an insult," Dante said, with an easy lightness.

He blew a long strand of his own unnaturally vibrant white hair away from his face to demonstrate his point.

It practically reached his jaw now.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

"That you think you can joke about the glory of my hair is an insult, darling."

It was very dry, but at least he'd added the endearment there. Made him sound a little more normal.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

But normal wasn't real, right?

"Touchy, touchy," Dante teased gently. Then dropped it. "Looking forward to getting a shower for mine."