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[ like father, like daughter, jinx too takes a sip of her drink almost identically at the same time he swigs his. except the difference between them is she makes an exaggerating gasp of satisfaction over the lovely taste. ]

But a whole building? [ she asks and emphasizing that they are talking about a structure and not something that can be carried within their hands. ] — How in the heck are they going to whip that up? Go inside your mind and look for a memory of how the place looks?

[ at her theory, she pauses as if something just dawn on her. ]

Whoa, do you think that's what they do? Just jam in our brains to get what they need from us?

[ it would make sense, given they have control her and her abilities more than just one occasion. ]

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[Silco shrugged his shoulders to her question. Why not? For him, he had brought in a whole crate of supplies, so why not escalate to a building? If it was a no, he could invest his time in recreating the Last Drop here, though it would never been the same without its unique scars and history. It would be an acceptable substitute.]

If they can create an entire town, why not a whole building? This will be a good test on if there are limitations to what we can bring to make this place more like home.

[He snorted at her question about how it would come to be, and he shrugged his shoulders. He already expected that they somehow managed to use their minds, their habits and their location to determine what it was that they could be punished with. Knowing and preventing was different.]

It’s not a completely unrealistic theory. After all, the brute blew up city hall and within a month, we had a whole new city with expanded borders, features, and a new city hall. If this is prison, and they want us to buy in to it, it makes sense to try to make us comfortable so we emotionally invest and perhaps destroy it less.

[ he is making a lot of sense, and she shovels the last remaining bits of her food before ingesting it down. the idea of having the last drop here would be a nice touch, but there is some unsettles resting on her shoulders in having some of zaun mixed up in this realm.

and she wonders if her father would be disappointed over her true thoughts of it. he hadn't shown any regret regarding her so far, so why would he start now, right? well... if she ignores the whole quentin thing. ]

I... don't want too much of Runeterra here. [ she admits finally, her words moving slow pass her lips. ] — The more it's here, the more... things will go bad again. More Pilities and... people coming after me. And junk.

[He nodded his head in understanding to her feelings on the matter. He had no interest in completely recreating Runeterra here either, but he did want a taste of home. So far, Aldrip had been less advanced and had less of what he was used to, but there were benefits to that as well. This was a new beginning, and with a lack of heavy-handed oversight, it was easier for him to move around and do what he wanted to do for the benefit of himself and his daughter.]

While I can't control those who are from Runeterra already here, they don't seem interested in bringing Zaun or Piltover here. Both have been here longer than either of us. And aside from some items that may be useful, the Last Drop is my only interest from home.

[Because the Last Drop was as close to home as he was willing to bring. It also was a beacon of power from Zaun, a meeting place of community.]

[ if the last drop all that her father wanted in this fake computerized place, then jinx doesn't see the problem with it being here — if possible. although, violet wouldn't be too keen about the whole idea. and in all honesty, she would understand why the establishment would rub her sister the wrong way.

it was vander's bar before silco took ownership, and vi was the one who was meant to take over once he had passed on. but... her sister was absent, no benzo either, and jinx was far too young to take care of the business. silco has the know all on how to make things successful — the flower shop and the restaurants are all thriving way more than they ever were.

so it made perfect sense for him to take control of all the work that no one else wanted to do. but if only her sister would see it that way. jinx holds her gaze at her father's plate of remaining leftovers, then up to him as if asking without words if she can have the rest if he's doing with his share. ]

Thing it'll come with all of our things in there too? The drinks, cups, stools, and stuff?

[This history of the Last Drop was long and twisted, but it had always been a place where people could go to enjoy themselves and ponder what life beyond having the boot of Piltover on their throats. Attempted revolutions had been whispered there for a long time. If they were going to make changes to this place, he considered the Last Drop a necessary beacon from home to do that.

He had no doubt that there would be some fight about it, if he were actually successful. Everyone had their chances, and if the sister wasn't willing to attempt the opportunity, she wasn't as brave as everyone made her out to be. Perhaps she didn't want to have to consider the hostile take-over that would occur if she did.]

That I don't know. We can hope, but it will require investigation if our keepers grant me the wish. We will know in time.

It's too bad my workshop from home can't be here.

[ it's a little unfair, but how would it get here, for starters? it was somewhere deep underground and constructed from aircraft pieces. a way to bring that into aldrip would mean digging some massive hole in the earth while, furthermore, be withdrawn from society. and if there's one thing she learned about the chosen here, is that they love to investigate and stick their noses where they don't belong.

trying to be slightly discreet, her gaze follow back to her father's half-eaten plate then to his face one more time — pulling her "puppy dog eyed" look and anticipates he will scoot his platter over her way to have. ]

We will simply have to rebuild your workshop here then. It might not be the same, but something to your likely can be arranged if you want to tinker beyond the walls of the house.

[She was a teenage girl after all, and she needed a space to decorate and go bonkers in outside of that treehouse she kept. He expected she would tinker more now that he had taken over ownership of the forge where metal was more freely available. He was slowly turning his attention to the mines, thinking there could be more ore in there that could be utilized at the forge too.

Still, if the Last Drop could be here, he did wonder about her workshop. There wasn't anywhere like it, of course. It was something to ponder.

He noted her look and didn't put up a fight when it came to the rest of his meal, pushing the plate to her without complaint. He then leaned back in his chair and opened his cigar case to pull one out for a post-meal drag or two. He lit it and enjoyed the smoke in his lungs.]

[ her eyes illuminate when the plate scoots her way, and like she hadn't eaten in weeks, jinx dives in without question. the scent of his cigar had never once bothered his daughter, if anything, the bouquet had become a tranquility of her anxiety. one click of his lighter and a whiff of his smoke, and her muscles instantly eases. sometimes when she is looming in the rafters and her distress flares in the shadows, all it takes is to hear her father suck in a drag for her world to dwindle its jumbled spinning. ]

I dunno. [ she says in a mumble. ] — It's got to be hidden. Thieves and junks.

[There was comfort knowing that she was eating. Sometimes tinkering projects took her attention for hours upon hours, sometimes even spanning into days on end. She was better about it in Aldrip where they made a point of spending dinner times together, which was a routine that he enjoyed and even looked forward to. He knew she was angry with him or thoroughly distracted if she missed this planned time.

He crossed one leg over the other as he settled into watching her finish up the meal.]

As if you wouldn't boobytrap such a place to such an extent that you'd be finding would-be thieves scattered all over the place.

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