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From:

rathercommon

Why there and not here? Why one revolution, but not the other?

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From:

nastygram

As far as I've seen, there is no revolution here.

From:

rathercommon

[ She waves her hand. ]

There is if you create it. Bet there wasn't a revolution back home till you made that one, either. So why was it worth making a revolution at home, but it's not worth it to make one here? People are people in every world. They need to be freed in every world.

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From:

nastygram

[Steadily, she meets Kitty's eye.]

The revolution that I want here is the one where I pack my shit and go home.

From:

rathercommon

[ Fine. ]

It'll happen eventually.

[ She idly lifts her leg and points her toe - an incongruously girlish gesture that clashes oddly with her appearance. ]

It happens for everyone.

Edited Date: 2016-09-26 06:15 pm (UTC)

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From:

nastygram

[Unimpressed, Darlene stares at her. (But it is weirdly incongruous.)]

What. Going home?

From:

rathercommon

Yeah. Going home. It's inevitable.

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From:

nastygram

I notice you're still here.

From:

rathercommon

After having gone home. Besides, it's not as though anything happens at home while we're here. You're basically wriggling around with anxiety, trying to wake from a dream that you won't even remember once you've woken.

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From:

nastygram

[She's not wearing her sunglasses, so her gigantic eyeroll is incredibly obvious, and direct enough to telegraph her feelings about that.

But:]

How do you think we get picked.

From:

rathercommon

[ Her expression turns a little bit guarded. ]

I've only got speculation.

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From:

nastygram

Cool. And?

From:

rathercommon

[ A small sigh. ]

A powerful spirit, with the ability to break down the borders between dimensions, is going to be very old. And therefore bored. I think we were chosen for our ability to entertain.

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From:

nastygram

And, what. Sending people home is your spirit getting bored again? Picking up new toys?

From:

rathercommon

[ She nods. ]

Pretty much. [ And then, firmly: ] Though even if that is true, we don't know what this spirit is entertained by. So don't start thinking that you'll get sent home if you just lock yourself in a room and sit motionless until you die of starvation or something stupid like that.

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From:

nastygram

Oh my god, do I look suicidal to you.

[She gestures, to herself, up and down.]

Believe me. Last thing. Besides, not like it would friggin' matter, since the bullshit regen would just kick in about nine thousand times until maybe that got boring too. If your little pet theory is true, something is getting its spiritual rocks off to kill-and-revive.

[But.]

Okay, so if it's a spirit, is that what the Porter is? Capital P. Not the zippy teleportation funspot ones.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty relaxes a little. That was honestly what had made Kitty reluctant to speak, because, frankly: yes. Darlene looks absolutely like the sort of person who would commit suicide, just as long as that suicide would spite someone. ]

That's what I think. Yeah. A spirit mixed with technology - because the Porter was able to pull in people from other dimensions before the government lost control of it. So it was a piece of technology, the spirit came in and inhabited it and took control - but I think it probably got trapped there, too.

Edited Date: 2016-09-28 04:33 pm (UTC)

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From:

nastygram

[well SPITE SUICIDE that would be different

There's a beat as, flatly, Darlene considers Kitty's response.]

If the next thing you say is I should feel sorry for it, I'm gonna to tell you to fuck off. Just FYI.

From:

rathercommon

[ With more than a hint of dryness: ]

No, that'd be silly. How would any of us ever feel empathy for a creature trapped in another world and given an enormous amount of power that lashes out at others because of fear and frustration?

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From:

nastygram

[yep.]

Go fuck yourself.

From:

rathercommon

[ She shrugs. ]

Anyway. It makes the problem hard to attack. Something that's both magical and technological tests everyone's expertise.

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From:

nastygram

Okay, but I am right in assessing that people have been stuck in this frickin' place for actual years.

I get it. It's hard. [No real sympathy in the way she lays into that one word.] But after years, you start running out of excuses and you start looking like you're just giving the fuck up.

Which I guess is cool for you, grandma, but not so much me.

Edited (oops) Date: 2016-09-29 10:02 pm (UTC)

From:

rathercommon

[ Another shrug, and she gives a broad gesture: ]

Well. You're perfectly welcome to the problem, Darla. Just please don't cock it up and get us all sent home, will you? There are plenty of people who don't particularly want to go back.

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From:

nastygram

I'm not promising you dick. But just FYI, I think it's pretty freaking unbelievable that you'd seriously rather stay here and get jacked around for the rest of your life.

However long or short that's gonna be, Grandma.

From:

rathercommon

[ Her mouth twists up in a bitter, ironic smile, and she glances away. ]

Shorter rather than longer.

[ Anyway. ]

Home wasn't ever a good place for me. So I haven't got any love for it, and it's not like old ex-revolutionaries have ever done a great lot of good by hanging around. Just look at France, or the Soviet Union. I've got people I love here. I've got a life. And I've got possibilities.