[She's not heavy, Frank is surprised. Additional weight to his body which feels altogether heavier than usual. He has enough wits about him to place an arm on the table, palm right in the middle of the puzzle in whatever state of construction it was. Not like the lot of the patience had two brain cells, let alone a whole brain to want to put it together this doped up.]
Vending machines? They got vending machines?
[He straightens under her weight. Some of the staff have stood up and are assessing what the two are up to. Frank is the larger, Johanna has the upper hand if she wanted to put her arms around his neck. The more playful, the more they relax.]
[Frank stills until his balance comes back to him. He's with it, more than he thought he would be but the world is fuzzy. His reflexes are slower. Drugs, man.]
D'you have quarters? I don't. I don't even have a wallet.
[The staff took everything at least that's what he assumes. He still trudges to the machine, the light glowing and inviting.]
What kinda place charges the patients for candy? Shit.
[He catches his reflection on the glass with Johanna up on him, the proverbial monkey on his back.]
[Woaaah hey! She is jingling! He eyes one coin after another. Four. Shiny.]
D'you---know what they gave us?
[He doesn't like it. He doesn't like this weird swimmy feeling in his brain. Each coin plunks through the machine and he presses the number for Snickers. The bar looks....different. Weird.
And holy shit. How do they have more money to spend after four coins? Wasn't that just a dollar?]
What the fuck.
[Inflation in the future is, well, shit. A candy bar is a dollar in the 2010s. Here? Now?]
...d'you want anything else?
[Frank's face makes it's own sort of thud as it presses to the glass. He presses for something called a Seven Up Bar.]
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Vending machines? They got vending machines?
[He straightens under her weight. Some of the staff have stood up and are assessing what the two are up to. Frank is the larger, Johanna has the upper hand if she wanted to put her arms around his neck. The more playful, the more they relax.]
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Yeah, but we need quarters.
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D'you have quarters? I don't. I don't even have a wallet.
[The staff took everything at least that's what he assumes. He still trudges to the machine, the light glowing and inviting.]
What kinda place charges the patients for candy? Shit.
[He catches his reflection on the glass with Johanna up on him, the proverbial monkey on his back.]
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Get me a snickers.
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D'you---know what they gave us?
[He doesn't like it. He doesn't like this weird swimmy feeling in his brain. Each coin plunks through the machine and he presses the number for Snickers. The bar looks....different. Weird.
And holy shit. How do they have more money to spend after four coins? Wasn't that just a dollar?]
What the fuck.
[Inflation in the future is, well, shit. A candy bar is a dollar in the 2010s. Here? Now?]
...d'you want anything else?
[Frank's face makes it's own sort of thud as it presses to the glass. He presses for something called a Seven Up Bar.]
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Newbies get thorazine, I think.
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[His breath puffs over the vending machine glass, his weight and balance off with the way Johanna moves.]
I hate it.
[She takes one candy right? Just one?]
Hey. Got one too. It's mine.
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Get some sugar into you, you'll feel better.
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[He grabs for the bar, his hands feel like paws. Slow, too clumsy to be dexterous.]
I'm not where I'm s'pose to be.
[Which is still inaccurate. Frank leans on the machine. He has his bar but reaches to stabilize himself on Johanna's shoulder.]
I'm not when I'm s'pose to be.
[Which is a weird thing to say.]
We bought two candy bars for a dollar...and got change. That don't seem odd to you?
[Nevermind that she literally was talking like he's a nutjob. The way Frank's brain is operating it'll do better if he talks outloud.]