BotchelorS2 · Night 13
Odalys Fenwick-Prout × Barnaby Thorne
“Spin Cycle Synchronicity”
A 24-hour laundromat at midnight, where two strangers wait on the only dryer that still works.
- AI-generated
- With a house character
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What they want
Odalys Fenwick-Prout: Find out whether this stranger takes exact times as seriously as she does, and whether he can argue about them without sulking.
Barnaby Thorne: Find out whether she can sit still long enough to hear the quiet between things, and whether she will let him tell his story properly.
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First impressions
Hello, I'm Odalys. I'm sorry, I'm going to be precise for a moment: that dryer has been going for eleven minutes and I've been counting. Forgive me, but what's in all those tiny pockets?
You've timed that dryer better than most people time their own lives. Inside those pockets: a loupe, two spare mainsprings, and a tuning fork I've been warned not to carry on planes. Do you always keep count, or is tonight a special occasion?
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She counted the dryer too. Either we'll get along or she'll spend the whole night timing me.
I do keep count, I'm afraid. Eleven minutes and forty seconds, and I'm sorry, that's exact. A loupe, mainsprings, a tuning fork: are you a watchmaker, or do you just have a clock that's running late? Be honest. I keep a ledger of late boats, so I'll judge you either way.
Clockmaker, mostly. Grandfather clocks when they're tall enough to need a ladder, music boxes when they're feeling sentimental. I'm never late, only occasionally distracted. Do you keep that ledger on paper, or does it live somewhere behind your eyes?
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She counts like I do, and she's trying not to smile about it.
The challenge
Paper, I'm afraid. Green cloth ledger, one line per boat, since 1998. I'm sorry, that's exact. And 'never late, only occasionally distracted' is a distinction without a difference. Which distractions, precisely? I'll want the times.
The town hall chime, March the ninth, 2009. I missed my own birthday under the mechanism, a torch clamped in my teeth, and nobody could find me. Eleven minutes past nine I finally noticed the cake.
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A green ledger since 1998, and she wants the exact times. I like her, a little, and I'm not sure she'd let me off.
Oh, that's a dreadful story, and I'm sorry for laughing at the edges of it. A torch in your teeth, a birthday going on without you, and then the cake. Was there still a slice left, or had the whole thing been judged a loss by then?
One slice, left under a tea towel by Ottilie with a note reading 'Late is still a time.' I ate it cold beside the chime at quarter past nine. Best cake I've had, and I'd defend that in court. Now you owe me a time too. What's the most exact thing you've ever been sorry about?
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She laughs at the edges and still asks for the details. I like that she wants the whole story.
The decision
Four minutes fast, and I still wrote it in ink. Anyway, you said you make music boxes when you're feeling sentimental. What tune does the sentimental one play? I'm curious whether it's something you'd hum on a pier, or something you'd keep wound up in a drawer.
Hum on a pier, I think, though it's been wound in a drawer for years. It's four bars Ottilie used to hum over the bench, and she never finished it, so I haven't either. Now, four minutes fast. Was that the boat, or your watch?
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Four minutes fast, and she wrote it in ink. I want to know whether she's careless or just stubborn.
Let's leave the boat in the ledger, where it belongs. Hum me the four bars, badly if you must. I want to know where they stop, because a tune with no last note bothers me the way a timetable with no final departure does.
Hm-hm, hm-hm-hmm... there. Four bars, and the last one just hangs in the air, like a dryer nobody has come back for. Ottilie said the final note belonged to whoever stayed to hear it. I've never settled on one. You hate a loose ending, so you choose.
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She listens like a good escapement, and I'd happily sit beside her on a bench without needing to talk.
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The date
First impressions
Odalys Fenwick-Prout apologises for being precise, times the dryer at eleven minutes and asks what is in Barnaby Thorne's many tiny pockets. He lists a loupe, two spare mainsprings and a tuning fork, then asks whether she always keeps count.
Odalys Fenwick-Prout
Barnaby Thorne
