johanna mason post 2.0

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(He'll notice that Johanna is jangling. She has a pocketful of coins in her sweater. She hands Frank four, slowly, one by one.)

Get me a snickers.

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[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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(Johanna sort of shimmies down off his body to duck down and pick her candy out of the well.)

Newbies get thorazine, I think.

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Thorazine.

[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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(His drops, and she picks it up for him, holding it in front of his face. She has to reach a little.)

Get some sugar into you, you'll feel better.

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Something's....not right.

[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.]