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$nastygram: (C:\rude)$

From:

nastygram

[Darlene rolls her eyes heavenward.]

Please spare me the details of your granny furry sex life.

From:

rathercommon

I wasn't going to give you any details. Though now I'm tempted, just 'cause I want you to suffer.

$nastygram: (C:\killerpoke)$

From:

nastygram

Wow, good to know that you're cool with torture.

[She blows a stream of smoke in Kitty's direction.]

From:

rathercommon

[ She issues a too-cool shrug in Darlene's direction. ]

Good to know how low your threshold for being tortured is.

Anyway. I really mean it. I'd decided to fuck off from politics back home, too. When I didn't have the ability to change my appearance.

$nastygram: (C:\runic)$

From:

nastygram

Nice. 'Cause they'd probably have made you retire if you'd tried to keep going.

[Way more chill than her previous assessment of Kitty's situation.]

From:

rathercommon

[ She widens her eyes at Darlene, an expression of annoyance. Partly because she's irritated at that attempt to downgrade her agency - and partly because she's irritated at that knock against her ego. She didn't want to serve the government, but that doesn't mean she isn't a little proud of having been asked. ]

No. They asked me to sit on the Council, actually. It was my choice not to.

$nastygram: (C:\stompon)$

From:

nastygram

[A look in return. She takes another drag on her cigarette, Too Cool for Councils.]

From:

rathercommon

Ugh.

[ She scuffs her heel irritably against the ground, mouth twisted up bitterly. She asks herself, more than she asks Darlene: ]

Why am I telling you anything?

$nastygram: (C:\fenceposterror)$

From:

nastygram

Probs because you don't have any real friends.

[She flicks ash off her cigarette again with a serene smile.]

And you have just been waiting to tell all this to someone who actually wants to listen to it. Or at least someone who puts in enough effort to get it out of you. People spend tons of time making neurotic confessions to a therapist for similar reasons, but if you tell your friends-- [""""friends""""; they are not friends] --you're not swallowing the pill of bitter lonely shit that is paying someone to give a crap about you. Bonus if it's on facebook so you can show your pathetic ass on blast.

Plus I really did want to know.

From:

rathercommon

[ She scuffs again at the ground, irritably. ]

That's wrong from start to finish.

$nastygram: (C:\forkbomb)$

From:

nastygram

No shit?

[She doesn't seem worried.]

From:

rathercommon

Yeah.

[ Ugh. ]

I have friends. I just wanted to establish trust with you. That's all.

[ Still mostly reassuring herself. ]

$nastygram: (C:\derf)$

From:

nastygram

[For that, Kitty only gets a small "sure, Jan" face.]

Thanks for sharing. Unforch for you, I'm not an info dumper.

From:

rathercommon

[ Another sigh of anger as she tries to release all her embarrassment and self-consciousness purely through the power of vigorous breathing. ]

Not an info dumper meaning you're too paranoid and angry to ever share any information with anyone, yeah?

$nastygram: (C:\net.personality)$

From:

nastygram

[Darlene rolls her eyes.]

I could get tracked through my frickin' blood at any point in the day, hell yes I'm going to be paranoid and pissed off. I think it's allowed.

From:

rathercommon

Sure. That makes a lot of sense.

[ She lifts her eyebrows. ]

You're facing down a government that's basically got unstoppable power over you, so yeah, definitely, be paranoid towards anyone else who might be helpful. I know that when I'm backed into a corner, I always try to thoroughly investigate any potential paths of escape.

$nastygram: (C:\cuspy)$

From:

nastygram

[She fixes Kitty with a serene smile this time. As serene as she ever gets, anyways. It's still pretty pointy at the edges.]

Maybe try proving that you're helpful and not just an irritating bitch who wants to crash my frickin' dates.

From:

rathercommon

Oh, yeah, because you're absolutely the sort of person who respects people when they're meek and quiet and helpful.

$nastygram: (C:\jrst)$

From:

nastygram

I'm sorry I didn't get on my knees and suck your dick when you made vague allusions to knowing stuff.

[She doesn't sound sorry.]

I want answers. If you want to give me answers, real answers, and real info, not just shit I can find reading the fuckton backlog of network data--cool. If you want to tell me stories about how great you were before you took a permanent vacay, I am going to tell you to fuck off. And if you want respect, get out your phone and text your boyfriends.

From:

rathercommon

Except that I don't keep secrets. When I have real answers, I put them up on the network so everyone can see them, so that everyone knows a bit more about what's going on.

Which doesn't mean I haven't got value. People are more than just sources of information for your consumption, you know. Unless you're some capitalist exploiter who only sees other people as a collection of things they can do for you.

$nastygram: (C:\misbug)$

From:

nastygram

[Darlene flicks her cigarette out into the center of the path, exhales the last of her smoke.]

Didn't your dumb ass get kidnapped?

From:

rathercommon

[ Her eyes narrow. ]

What's that got to do with anything?

$nastygram: (C:\machoflops)$

From:

nastygram

[She folds her arms over her chest, hip cocked.]

Why'd you get kidnapped?

From:

rathercommon

[ More emphatically, enunciating clearly: ]

What's. That got. To do with anything.

$nastygram: (C:\dontdothatthen)$

From:

nastygram

[Oh my god. Darlene rolls her eyes.]

Because that's the kind of shit that your super public face-of-the-revolution info-for-all will get you. Kidnapped. I love free info. Love. It. And I think everybody's got a right to know what the hell goes out in all those backrooms, same as you do, I bet. And I will gladly risk a fuck of a lot to get that info, and show it to everyone, but I'm not stupid enough to think that the best way to do it is to staple a nametag to my boob and tell everyone my life story.

What exactly does that get you that anonymity doesn't?