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From:

rathercommon

Does it?

[ She frowns, a little puzzled. ]

I suppose it does get use in melodramas quite a lot. God, yeah, I think two people got chloroformed in Rifles and Petticoats.

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From:

nastygram

[Darlene snorts.]

Okay, please tell me that's a romance novel, and not your fav movie.

From:

rathercommon

Fave? Oh my God, go to hell.

[ She grimaces, only half theatrically. ]

It's this shit piece of musical theatre that it was our patriotic duty to see. One of the Prime Minister's top cronies was a playwright, so that's how propaganda got disseminated. Ugh, favorite.

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From:

nastygram

Whaaaaaat.

[Darlene's grin sprawls, lazily, over her face.]

What the hell, dude, it was a musical? Please tell me more, this sounds frickin' awful.

From:

rathercommon

Ohh, no. No, no.

[ Kitty's eyes narrow in remembered pain. ]

It wasn't a musical. It was a four-hour musical.

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From:

nastygram

Dude.

[Ringing with commiseration. Darlene's mouth pulls into a sympathetic frown.]

How are you not dead?

From:

rathercommon

[ She shakes her head, mouth crimping up in amusement at remembered agony: ]

Not just that, either. We used those shows as alibis - snuck out during intermission to carry out burglaries - so sitting through song after song after wretched song, anticipating the job to come, which only made it seem longer...Oh, God, it was so bad, too. The comic relief that Makepeace wrote into that show. Fifteen minutes of a clown in a fat-suit falling on his arse and staring at the audience until they gave him a sympathy-laugh. It was agony.

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From:

nastygram

God. Do yourself a favor and low-key wear some ear plugs earplugs next time, you masochist.

[Look at them, having a real conversation! Darlene grabs another baked good from the offerings put before her, an action that involves no real thought or consideration.]

Was this back when you were stealing explosives or whatever?

From:

rathercommon

Mm-hm. [ She shakes her head, smiling ruefully - ] It was my idea, too. Using it as a cover. I was a bloody idiot, making us all sit through that. - Though it did work, actually. We were stopped once and questioned in connection to the nearby break-in, and we just showed our tickets and talked so earnestly about how good the show was, and he waved us on our way.

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From:

nastygram

Okay--

[She takes another hit, then frowns, and peers into the bowl, gives the warm embers a little poke with her fingernail.]

This is smoked out. But you still gotta tell me, what is the greatest thing you ever blew up. Go.

[And with the air of a girl at a sleepover, Darlene settles back against the couch.]

From:

rathercommon

[ Even high as shit, morality compels her to protest - ]

Well, it - like - Our targets were stupid, and we did it all stupidly. So it wasn't ever great.

[ Bbbbut... ]

But Martin - Martin, once, he bombed a party the Prime Minister was at. It killed him - he drowned escaping - but it let 'em know we were out there. And that we weren't taking shit.

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From:

nastygram

[Blah blah blah, pussy protest, blah blah, Darlene is already rolling her eyes. Then she realizes Kitty is actually giving some deets and she starts listening.]

No shit.

[Good deets.]

Then what happened?

From:

rathercommon

Then they tried to crack down on us. Step up the hunt.

[ She shrugs. The gesture is fluidly arrogant. In spite of all her protestations of repudiation of her prior activities, there are things she is deadly-proud of. ]

Didn't work, of course. They weren't exactly good at their jobs.

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From:

nastygram

[So much a better version of Kitty, enough to get a grin out of Darlene. Destruction and explosions have a place in her heart; idealism and slow social change do not.]

You kept blowing their shit up, huh? Badass bitch.

From:

rathercommon

Well -

[ She's pleased by the praise, though of course she protests - ]

We were misaiming completely. Anyone actually worth killing was powerful enough to protect themselves. But - Yeah. We weren't ever scared.

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From:

nastygram

I mean it's a statement, right. "Fuck you, we're not going away"--even if it's not all underlined in human blood, or whatever.

[She flicks some crumbs onto the floor and then, outright, just asks--]

You don't have a thing for Elliot, do you.

From:

rathercommon

Ah -

[ She was about to respond to the first part; the second takes her by surprise. ]

A...thing? What, is he expecting something from me?

[ It's...a foreign sort of concept. ]

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From:

nastygram

[She blinks. Waits for a follow up. Then she grins.]

Oh, yeah. Wait, no-- you're expecting something from him. Like-- the-- shit. [She snorts, which turns into a laugh.] Ahh, man. I don't want to get into this, okay, whatever and whoever he wants to do is fine, it's whatever. Same for you. I don't want you thinking I am like so into you and want in your pants. Don't mistake this.

From:

rathercommon

Oh - oh. Oh.

[ She blinks, and then grins and laughs. There's a little flush of color in her cheeks, but she looks pleased. ]

What - does he like me?

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From:

nastygram

[The pleasant girlfriends at a sleepover air is slightly marred by Darlene's intense eyeroll.]

Um, why would I know. I'm asking you about yourself.

From:

rathercommon

He's cute. Really awkward, but very cute.

[ Kitty glances at Darlene, eyebrows raised - ]

Do you like him or something?

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From:

nastygram

Um, ew?

[This would be the part where she could make this clear and be like DUDE, HE'S MY BROTHER but instead she just curls her lip and loads all that don't-suggest-incest-at-me into her tone.]

No. Bu-ut, that's a yes from you. Are you still in your super progressive three-way?