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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.

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From:

nastygram

Like?

From:

rathercommon

Like figuring out a way to help people that makes me happy, too. [ A wrinkle of her nose she tries to make look ironic, when it's anything but - ] Like figuring out how to maybe have a bit more time. [ A pause that she can't even decorate with any gestures towards irony. ] Like seeing people again who I'm never gonna see back home.

[ And then a sigh as she turns her head towards Darlene, waiting for the inevitable mockery. ]

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From:

nastygram

Let's not get all Hallmark about it.

[That's not quite mockery, just approaching it. All the same, when she cocks her head at Kitty, she's not necessarily impressed.]

I don't do well with the emotional appeals. I have no idea what getting my ass out of here is going to entail. If it's going to involve you, or all your people, or what. That will not stop me.

But I think you can do better than making people happy.

From:

rathercommon

[ 'My friends are dead and I'd like a hope of seeing them again' turns into 'getting Hallmark about it.' Kitty shoots Darla a dry look, but doesn't respond to it. She doesn't anticipate that ever being a winnable fight against the Queen of the Nihilists. ]

I didn't say making people happy, I said helping them in a way that makes me happy. [ And, with a toss of her head: ] Anyway, why should I care about your judgments of things I can do that are better or worse?

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From:

nastygram

Because you know I'm right.

[Easy. She shifts her stance, cocks her hip, her arms folded over her chest.]

Because you want to know where this is going. You want in on this. You can't help yourself. You want to be involved in something bigger, right, that's what your whole deal was about. Helping people. Changing things. That doesn't just stop. You want to pretend you're retired, fine, but you are lying to yourself and you know it. And if you seriously didn't give a shit about what I thought, you wouldn't have wasted your time giving me so many deets on your life.

Or-- [She'll allow for this possibility, albeit sarcastically.] --maybe you would have. Maybe you just want to be friends. Do you just want to be friends?

From:

rathercommon

No.

[ Absolutely not. Or, well...not really. Not friends. It's more that...It's hard, not to sometimes crave the company of the sorts of people she used to associate with. Her friends and associates here - they're good people, and she loves them, but they don't really get it. The hunger for change, the need, that burning insatiable desire for - yeah - something bigger...

Damn it. ]

And I do give a shit about what you think, right, yeah. I'll admit that. But not 'cause I'm about to become your biggest fan and follow your dreams or bloody whatever. Sorry to kill that dream of yours. It's because I think you're wrong in a dozen different ways. Aggressively wrong.

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From:

nastygram

[Biggest fan, gross. Darlene's face twists up in response to that.]

You becoming my fan is not my M.O., babe. I would titpunch you so hard. I don't want a yesman dicksucker. I want people who are gonna be worth my time.

From:

rathercommon

Right, so.

[ She gestures impatiently. And swallows down the question, am I worth your time, because the last thing she wants is to seem like she cares. Even though she sort of does. A little. Mostly she's just curious. ]

You don't even want me to think you're right. So stop with that you know I am rubbish.

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From:

nastygram

Um, do not put words in my mouth, thanks. If "I don't want a yesman dicksucker" translates, in your little head, to "please do not agree with me", then maybe I'll leave your ass here right now.

Because I am willing to devote time and effort to showing you how right I am. If I think you are seriously and for real gonna be worth any of that. There's a difference between some slobbering sycophant and what I'm talking about, and I'm pretty sure you know that.

From:

rathercommon

[ And Kitty sniffs - though, secretly, she's a little pleased. ]

Well. It'll take a lot of effort and time. I'm very self-righteous, you know. Which you'll have to put up with. And I'll try to convince you in return.

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From:

nastygram

[JESUS CHRIST. Darlene shuts her eyes a moment and pops them back open, exaggerated.]

Okay, I'm not saying we're hanging out, or I'm gonna supply you with regular updates. Climb out of my ass now, please, that is not how this is going down.

I'm proving it by the shit that will happen. And, I know, infrequency of contact is only going to give you time to write your impassioned speeches, but do me a favor and keep them to a three minute max, okay, because I have shit to do.

Edited (QUICKLY EDITS BEFORE KITTY TAKES ADVANTAGE) Date: 2016-10-04 03:26 pm (UTC)

From:

rathercommon

That doesn't work for me. I believe in conversations, not showing off like we're the United States and the Soviet bloody Union locked in the Cold War.

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From:

nastygram

You have seriously been here too long.

[the Cold War is so eight thousand years ago to everyone normal, ok]

From:

rathercommon

I mean it.

[ She lifts her hand to point at Darlene. ]

No proxy wars. Only honest conflict.

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From:

nastygram

Okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

[She rummages in her purse for another cigarette. It's been a long conversation, okay.]

I'm not into painplay. Or honesty, T B H.