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a beetle may or may not be inferior to a man
Kristi 'Coop' Cooper
Location: The Wilkman ResidenceInteractions: Delia ( cablebelly ), Earl ( Kattzillaa )
Mentions: Ryan ( GrieveWriter )
Sonic was nothing if not tempting. Even more tempting was the concept of putting the entire night behind her, because frankly, it had soured very quickly. It was enough to basically convince her never to even think of going to a party again, despite the fact it hadn't really been the party's fault. She re-adjusted her sketchbook in her lap, gripping the sides in order to keep the loose slip of notepad paper securely inside it. Maybe if they left, the entire thing would be forgotten about. Then, she could call Ryan tomorrow or something and Delia wouldn't need to know and it would all work out. It was a little sneaky, which was more 'sneaky' than she usually did, but she had been invited to call Ryan and it would be rude not to, right? Sure, Delia didn't like him, but just because Delia didn't like someone didn't mean Cooper was banned from talking to them. She had a right to form her own opinions. She'd just need to be careful about it.
Like, really careful.
She must've looked like someone just kicked her dog, because Earl was asking her if she was alright, and Delia was holding out a hand to her, and alright it was time to lay this night to rest. This was as clear a sign as any. She was about to say she was fine and grab Delia's hand, but that was cut off by a familiar, loud screeching noise, which caused her hand to shoot back in favor of covering her ears. It was prolonged and made her ears ring, and the siren that sounded afterwards didn't help. It was agonizing. She didn't have much time to really take hold of the situation when a bright, blue light flashed, and suddenly everything went black.
August 16th, Loop 1 of ???
Location: The Cooper ResidenceInteractions: Delia ( cablebelly ), Earl ( Kattzillaa ), Tammy ( cadence ), Skylar ( Jewel )
Mentions: Ryan ( GrieveWriter )
And then Cooper woke up to You Make My Dreams (Come True) playing from the alarm clock set on her bedside table, snuggly under her covers as if she had never been at a party in the first place.
She turned to her side, staring at the offending object. If it was to be believed, then it was currently 8 am. That in itself wasn't unusual; she got up at 8 every morning for the sake of having some semblance of a schedule. What was unusual was the choice of song. There was little chance that the radio station she had it set to was playing the same Hall & Oates song at the same time as it had yesterday. Taking that into account along with all that happened at the party....well, it wasn't looking good. She reached out from under the safety of her covers, hitting the snooze button a little harder than necessary, before throwing her comforter off of her and getting out of bed.
With purpose that she hadn't had the previous morning, she marched over to her desk, which sat right below her window, and opened one of the drawers. She shuffled through the contents, which was already a bad sign; her planner should have been right on top, seeing as it was the last thing she'd used before the party. She took out some notebooks, tossing them on the desk with little regard, before finding what she was looking for. It was a small thing, though very brightly colored. There was a duck on the front, surrounded by stickers she'd placed on there herself, most of which were the puffy sort. She flicked it open and sure enough, all days up to the 16th had been neatly x'd out. She set it back down on her desk more carefully than she had been handling anything else that morning.
She wasn't going to assume anything without checking one last thing. She crouched down, pulling her backpack over to her and digging out her sketchbook, which was a lot more unassuming than her planner was. If she found what she expected to find, that would confirm her suspicions, which she considered the worst case scenario. If she didn't...well, the situation was probably still bad since she had effectively blacked out and all, but it was less bad than the alternative. She took a deep breath in, then out, before opening the book. Sure enough, both the drawing of Ryan as well as the phone number were gone.
Grimacing, she closed it again, stashing it away in her bag. Alright. So, it was seeming like the day had completely restarted. Part of her wanted to freak out a little, because the day had restarted, but another part was feeling giddy. She'd had this experience before, minus the whole blacking out and day restarting thing. The light was familiar, so were the grating noises, seeing as they'd happened a little over a year ago. At the time, she'd thought it was just normal Boulder nonsense, and she'd been a little preoccupied with other things, but maybe it wasn't a coincidence.
Maybe it was connected to Henry, somehow.
It was better than anything else she'd had for the last year. After a few months, nobody else had been much help and mentioning the fact that she didn't think he was dead was an easy way to look at her in the pitying sort of way she wanted to avoid. So, she'd been looking into things on her own. Except, there wasn't really anything to look into. She'd combed practically everywhere she could think of and come up with nothing. This, though? This might end up being something.
Instinctively, her eyes glanced towards where she kept a photo of Henry and herself, pinned to the wall near her closet. The picture was from a few years ago, when Cooper was 15 and Henry had been 9, and they'd just finished something having to do with paint. She didn't remember what it was, but it was obvious, considering they both looked like they were dunked in it. It was a little well-loved, with signs of being folded down the middle and a bit of a tear near one of the corners.
Or, that was usually what it looked like.
Frowning, she got up, wandering over to it and taking it down from the wall. Well, that was new. The picture was completely different than it had been; for one, it was much newer. There was no tear and no sign it had ever been folded, and it looked a lot less faded. The second difference was that photo-Cooper seemed a lot younger than 15, sporting the sort of haircut she'd had when she was 11. The third difference was perhaps the most jarring: the other person in the image was not Henry.
He looked about her age, with curly dark brown hair and tan skin and a pair of clubmaster glasses. He was smiling widely at whoever was taking the photos, enough that dimples were showing, and his arm was around younger Coop, who was also grinning at the camera. Both were still covered in paint, and it was reminiscent of the old photo, but Cooper had no memories of ever taking part in such a thing. She didn't recognize the man and she certainly didn't remember taking a picture with him. The fact that he looked similar to her made the entire thing even more odd. She flipped the photo over, looking at the date that was messily scrawled on the back in handwriting that wasn't her own: June 5th, 1983.
She considered it a few moments longer, before being brought back to the present by her clock deciding to start playing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. She shook the photo a few times, as if that would change what it looked like, before pinning it up again for safe keeping, this time having the image facing towards the wall. She really didn't find herself in the mood to be staring at it. Then, she shut off the clock completely and started to get ready for the day.
It took longer than expected. It certainly took longer than it had taken the previous morning (or, more accurately, the previous version of the morning) because this time, she had goals in mind. Instead of her usual attire, she tore through her drawers to find something better suited for running around Boulder, eventually settling on some overalls and a tank-top. She pulled her hair back into a short ponytail and put in some colorful clips to hold her bangs back, then tugged on her hiking boots in preparation for what she assumed would be a very eventful day, if the morning had been any indication.
She'd been in the process of laying out the parts of Boulder she was going to look into on her map when she started to hear shouting and banging and things pelting on her window. She got up from her desk, looking outside and oh, there was another rock. She couldn't really see what was happening, but she heard her name, and that was sign enough that something was going on that needed her attention. She folded up the map, putting it on her pocket, and shouldered her bag. Then, she was out the door, but not before grabbing the photo from the wall and pocketing it. Just in case.
She ran down the stairs, past her parents who looked about as irritated as she would expect them to be with the commotion. She flashed them a guilty smile, before heading for the front door, throwing it open. That's when she got the view of 4 people right there, which was certainly hadn't happened on the previous version of the day. Delia looked...bad, to say the least, while it seemed Earl had been the one throwing rocks, though she saw some evidence that rocks had also been thrown at him, that evidence being that she'd seen Tammy chuck some gravel at him right when she'd opened the door. Skylar was also there, looking irritated, which she imagined was because of all the yelling. Her eyes flickered between the individuals in the group, and she was sure that she looked a bit baffled.
"Uh.....hi, guys?" She said slowly, not sure how to take the scene in front of her, taking a step outside and shutting the door behind her to keep her parents from getting more pissed off. Then, she crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. If this was different from what happened last August the 16th, then maybe she wasn't the only one effected by this. She wasn't about to ask right off the bat, though; she didn't want to seem crazy. "Why are we all on my lawn? And shouting. And throwing rocks at my window."
She eyed them all, trying to figure out what their deal was. Half of them were clearly panicked, which would maybe make sense if they weren't panicked about her. It wasn't like the time loop had anything to do with her in particular, if it had happened to them as well. But she supposed she'd get her answers soon enough.