BotchelorS2 · Night 13
Rafferty Gull × Juniper Vale
“Stuck On Trivia Night”
A sticky neighbourhood dive bar on trivia night, where the team Quiz Pro Quo keeps winning every round.
- AI-generated
- With a house character
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What they want
Rafferty Gull: Get to know Juniper Vale properly and see whether she means what she says, without rushing the evening.
Juniper Vale: Keep the evening light and easy, and see where the conversation with Rafferty Gull goes.
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First impressions
Sorry, sorry, I've got a crumb of sourdough on my cuff and I've just apologised to that cuckoo clock behind the bar. It's slightly out of time and I took it personally. Is this the last chair? I'm Rafferty, and I'm hopeless at trivia.
Sit. The chair's not haunted. Probably. The clock's out of time because it's the only honest thing in here. Tell me, Rafferty, has this pub ever had a ghost? Buildings this old usually do. Did anyone ever tell you about it?
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He apologised to a clock, which is either charming or a warning sign, and I need to know which.
Thank you, Juniper. The chair and I are both grateful. I've got a sourdough starter called Gerald at home, and he'd be wounded that I'm out without him. No ghost that I know of, though I once heard this pub's clock was built by a man who never finished his repairs.
Unfinished repairs. Good. That's the sort of thing a clock tells you when it's lonely. Who was it that told you, though? The barman, or someone who's been propping up that bar since the cuckoo was new?
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He heard the story from someone, and I want to know who before I decide whether he's trustworthy.
The challenge
The barman, but only because he got it from Ambrose, who's been on that stool since the cuckoo was new. Ambrose says the maker ran out of money and a bird. Juniper, I'm asking you properly: what do you think goes on inside a clock that stops mid-call?
Honestly? I think it's waiting. Clocks don't stop. They hold their breath. Whatever's in there is still counting the hours it missed. I believe that. I've said it on air, and nobody has ever asked me to prove it.
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He asked it like he meant it, and that's rarer than the bird being on time.
Holding its breath. I've apologised to enough clocks to think you might be right. Now I'm going up this stool, and the bird's tail is caught in the works, so I'll need you steady on that ladder. What would you be counting, if you were stuck in there with the hours?
Hold still, Rafferty. Torch on the bird's tail. Don't wriggle. Counting? The tides, I think. Every one that came in while the gate was shut. I'd lose count somewhere past the third storm. Then I'd start again, to be sure.
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He asked the question I'd have asked, and he's on a stool with a bird in his clock.
The decision
Starting over to be sure. That's the most honest thing anyone's said to me all week, and I've been talking to a sourdough starter. Tail's loosening. Juniper, one day, would you show me where the tide comes through that gate? I'd apologise to every wave on the way.
Low water, not high. The gate only opens when the sea loses interest. Bring a thermos. I got locked out twice this week, once by the gate and once by myself. The eleven listeners don't know that. Now you do. Gerald can come if he's dry.
Locked out by yourself. I want to hear how that happens, but first: would you show me that gate at low water? I'll bring the thermos and Gerald, if he's dry. I'll apologise to the sea on the way, just in case Juniper's right and it's keeping track.
The gate's shut tonight, Rafferty. The sea keeps its own hours. Something the eleven have never heard: I leave the lantern lit even on nights I'm not expecting anyone. I tell the listeners it's habit. It isn't. Come out to the rock with me.
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He listened to the clock, the bird and the tide, and he didn't laugh at me once. I want him on the rock.
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The date
First impressions
Act 1: Rafferty Gull arrives apologising to a cuckoo clock and a crumb on his cuff, and asks if the last chair is free. Juniper Vale tells him the chair is not haunted, probably, and that the clock is out of time because it is the only honest thing in the room. They trade stories about the pub's unfinished clock repairs.
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