《 Kennedy 》<br/>Location: Abendblume<br/>Present: Miles, Josh, Jeb<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Kennedy fell into the somber moment joining it with heartfelt sincerity. A toast to the dearly departed could never be approached in offhand participation. There was a relief to the ease at which Miles approached the moment. Not glib or casual, just grounded and with sophistication. Again, Kennedy could only speculate about the woman who'd probably sat in that very room just a day ago and how amazing she must have been.<br/><br/>Then dinner turned to a more casual conversation with the obvious elephant in the room being what had just happened earlier in the night. Kennedy came to learn more about how Miles and the Wilsons had come to be at the KOA, and a bit about the Morrises. In turn, he told the story of the Abendblume exile. Hale's announcement, the chaos that ensued, Brian's shooting, and Armando's assistance. Despite the topics, they managed to turn the focus to the present, the delicious dinner, and candy-scented bubbles.<br/><br/>They made good for Miles on not going to bed sober, and Kennedy was well into a happy drunk when he teetered with Josh down the hall telling him some of the best Irish limericks he knew.<br/>With everything they had talked and laughed about, it was Armando that was on his mind when his head hit the pillow. In their last exchange, like the other exchanges they'd had that day, he'd felt connected or at least congruent with the man. He remembered the words and more vividly the touch. It had lingered, but in the rush of the moment, Kennedy simply had to let go. He hadn't wanted to let go...<br/><br/>The next morning came way too early for anyone who's had dinner past midnight and drank the night away, but Kennedy forced himself awake and up with sheer will and a nagging curiosity for what the day would hold. He was going to be introduced to the Network. Maybe he'd see Rachel and the others. Maybe he'd see Carla. Even if neither of things came to pass, he'd be given an introduction to something that felt like an exclusive club, something that could change what he knew the world around him to be.<br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>"Gooood morrrrning, Bubbles!" he entered the kitchen singing to Josh in a fine, deep tenor, taking a long sniff of the hunter's coffee and pretending he was going to steal it before veering quickly away to snatch up an empty cup to fill for himself.