"F-A-Y-Z. I came up with it. 'Fallout Alley Youth Zone', since Perdido Beach used to get called Fallout Alley after the meteor hit the nuclear plant. Long story. There was a big electric wall up around about twenty miles, so that was where we stayed." There's a little bit of pride in his voice there, that his name for the place was so easily adopted. Flesh-eating worms, zombies in the basement, you miss your mom and you haven't had anything to eat but old ketchup packets and grasshoppers all day? Buck up, it's just a FAYZ.
Howard visibly relaxes once the door's closed. His hands go from trembling to a slight twitch and the tension pulls out of his shoulders. Even knowing it's still there on the other side, waiting in silence for Daniel to come back for it, is better than actually having to look at it. He gives Daniel a look that can clearly be read as gratitude and a little bit of sheepishness.
He does listen to what Daniel says, nodding slightly, although the idea of taking the body back still bothers him. He gets the ridiculous thought that the body should be left here not just because it's creepy, but because why should it be dragged away from everything it ever knew, all its culture and life, to stay in a jar somewhere in Stacy's underbelly? How completely...lonely.
But of course, that's the good thing about the dead. They don't much care if you take them places.
"Alright. Just make sure it don't stink up the trunk, I guess."
He follows Daniel to the section of wall, although honestly his eyes aren't trained enough to see much of a difference. He notices the discoloration when Daniel points it out, but not the difference in joinings. Moving past Daniel, he presses his ear to it, then taps the pencil, hard, against the surface.
"It doesn't sound hollow," he says, dubious. "How much younger you think it is?"
Re: Daniel Jackson || Sub Temple B
Howard visibly relaxes once the door's closed. His hands go from trembling to a slight twitch and the tension pulls out of his shoulders. Even knowing it's still there on the other side, waiting in silence for Daniel to come back for it, is better than actually having to look at it. He gives Daniel a look that can clearly be read as gratitude and a little bit of sheepishness.
He does listen to what Daniel says, nodding slightly, although the idea of taking the body back still bothers him. He gets the ridiculous thought that the body should be left here not just because it's creepy, but because why should it be dragged away from everything it ever knew, all its culture and life, to stay in a jar somewhere in Stacy's underbelly? How completely...lonely.
But of course, that's the good thing about the dead. They don't much care if you take them places.
"Alright. Just make sure it don't stink up the trunk, I guess."
He follows Daniel to the section of wall, although honestly his eyes aren't trained enough to see much of a difference. He notices the discoloration when Daniel points it out, but not the difference in joinings. Moving past Daniel, he presses his ear to it, then taps the pencil, hard, against the surface.
"It doesn't sound hollow," he says, dubious. "How much younger you think it is?"