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From:

rathercommon

Yeah, but, I mean - take it from someone who knows. Destruction doesn't just happen. Any system as old and big as this one is going to have really deep roots - you can't just push it and it'll topple. It takes a bloody lot more than that.

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From:

nastygram

[Through her up-until-now-pleasant buzz, Darlene narrows her eyes.]

Um, okay, thanks. Are you being patronizing again.

From:

rathercommon

[ Frowning: ]

I'm not being patronizing. I'm trying to help.

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From:

nastygram

Okay, and you seriously think no one has ever thought that ancient institutions like banks and money and even good old fashioned capitalism is gonna be a hard crack?

Fucking, [emphasized by pushing at the table with her foot again] --duh.

From:

rathercommon

[ A little gesture - ]

Okay, but - you don't think that's a problem for you? You think your plan's going to take care of everything?

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From:

nastygram

I told you. Hard reset. That is what we want. We don't want to hold people's hands, we want to open the frickin' door and let them out. Collapse all the shit that has been keeping them prisoner.

Get it?

From:

rathercommon

[ With a little augh of frustration - ]

But you're not telling me how! Ugh, it's like there's a bloody flying fortress a mile up in the air, and all you keep saying is, Well, when I get up there, I'll punch the king in the face. How are you going to get that mile up?

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From:

nastygram

What kind of crap ass example is that?

[Mean, indignant, she laughs.]

Hon, there is no sky king or flying fortress. This isn't fucking fantasy land, okay, this is real shit, there is an economy. Banks. Money. Debt. People, and corporations run by dickfaces, and governments, and you take out the dickface corp by cutting off its cashflow and bombing the records, sending it into total atomic freefall, securing freedom for people, and shaking faith in every major system and player in the whole friggin' game.

And while all that is going on, you let shit get dismantled. Government shit.

What are you not getting?

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty slumps back with a groan. ]

God. What aren't you getting? Everything always goes wrong. Everything goes to shit. Your plan is so optimistic - it's absurdly optimistic - it's astonishing that it's coming from your mouth, honestly - because you'll start it and literally nothing will go your way. Nothing.

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From:

nastygram

[Sluggishness exaggerates Darlene's movements. She hauls herself forward, so she can stare, angrily, at Kitty.]

Seriously?

[Like for starters: her, optimistic? But more importantly--]

What the fuck do you know. You don't know dick about what we're planning because, guess what, you don't know dick about where I come from and what we're up against, assface.

From:

rathercommon

[ A small shrug. ]

So tell me.

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From:

nastygram

Why. So you can be a bitch about it? No thank you.

[She grabs half a brownie and crams it in her mouth.]

Besides-- [She has managed to you know chew and stuff; she's not spitting crumbs everywhere.] --I told you. It's not all me. Not like I have a boss, I am not about that structured corporate life in any freaking sense of the words, okay, I do not even hold down day jobs, but like--

[She sighs, angry.]

Fuck you, okay? And your whole deal. Fuck that too. You seriously think I'm stupid, like I haven't considered the future of the whole thing? What comes next? I know corporations are soulless fucking vampire entities, okay, I have seen it. But I also know how to shake people.

From:

rathercommon

[ A little quietly: ]

I don't think you're stupid. That's not it at all.

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From:

nastygram

Okay, so you're just a bitch. Cool.

[Arms folded over her chest, she rolls her stare around to Kitty.]

Or, if that's not it, then I suggest you tell me why.

From:

rathercommon

Why what? Why do I speak to you like I do?

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From:

nastygram

Bingo, girlfriend.

From:

rathercommon

[ A shrug. She frowns a little - ]

It's how I talk to everyone, really. I have opinions. And like you said, I'm a bit of a bitch.

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From:

nastygram

A 'bit' is cool. A raging cunt? Also cool. But cut it out with me because I do not subscribe to your style of revolution, okay.

I mean, Jesus, you're accusing me of optimism, and you literally want freaking food drives as a means of exorcising the demons of society or whatever. So let's get some perspective.

From:

rathercommon

[ A hesitation. Finally, bluntly: ]

The problem is just that your style of revolution just doesn't...work. I mean - None of what you've said to me is going to work. Your plans are way too vague and depend on some assumptions about humanity that are just - well - wrong. You think that they'll be willing to abandon what's comfortable and familiar to them - old monetary systems, the corporation - but humanity isn't. They're lazy and complacent. I learned all of this the really, really hard way, and I just don't want you to have to learn it that way too.

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From:

nastygram

You learned all of this the really, really hard way, in a different freaking universe.

Why do you think your way is the only way that works. I mean, Jesus, you're here. You're not even living in the world where your shit happened.

And P.S., it isn't just about what people are willing to do. I am one hundred percent totally down with forcing the collective hand, because at least you got one thing right, humanity is lazy and complacent and full of dickheads.

[And with a scowl, she jams her foot against the table again.]

How's that for idealism.

From:

rathercommon

[ She shakes her head, but leaves that second part to the side at first. Instead, she says: ]

There are some things that aren't specific to anyone's world. There are some things that are universal.

Edited Date: 2016-11-22 03:06 pm (UTC)

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From:

nastygram

Different circumstances, babe. Different pressures. Different ways of moving freaking money around. And like I said, there are some universal truths, like the common basic dickheadedness of just about everyone, but I think it's pretty shitty to downgrade everything I'm talking about to hopelessly idealistic when you probably couldn't run a credit card till your ass got dragged here.

We want panic. That's what this will do.

From:

rathercommon

[ A little ripple of embarrassment crosses her face when Darlene points out her ignorance, but she replies sturdily enough: ]

Yeah, so what, I still don't use a credit card much. I bet you buy with cash, too, don't you?

[ And then she sighs, and leans her head against the back of her chair. ]

You promised me your manifesto.

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From:

nastygram

Obviously yes, but I still know how to work a credit card. And jack a credit card, which is way more important all across the board.

[So. She flicks crumbs off her fingers.]

And I promised you a speech, not a frickin' manifesto. And since you're a total critical bitch, I don't know that I'm feeling up for a round of show and tell.