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$nastygram: (C:\line666)$

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)

$nastygram: (C:\gilley)$

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.

$nastygram: (C:\bletch)$

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.

From:

rathercommon

[ Her response is a flat: ]

I gave you drugs. And shortbread.

$nastygram: (C:\trollometer)$

From:

nastygram

Yep, and now we're friends. And FYI, I only ate the brownies.

[Darlene scoots her ass down, slumping on the couch. Getting comfortable again.]

Don't cry, okay. This little rap sesh has so far been enough of a buzzkill on its own.

From:

rathercommon

[ Annoyed: ]

I'm not going to cry. It's just frustrating. We oughtn't dislike one another. Honestly, we want the same things.

$nastygram: (C:\facetime)$

From:

nastygram

Okay, well, not everyone is gonna like you. C'est la vie, or whatever. Seriously, what kind of a big ballsy revolutionary are you? Besides wrong, because, newsflash, you and I only want some of the same things. Big exception being,you--

[And she wiggles her index finger over at Kitty, with a tight little smile.]

--do not care about getting out of here. Complacency is such a turn-off.

From:

rathercommon

No.

[ She corrects her firmly. ]

I want to stay here. There's a difference.

$nastygram: (C:\UTSL)$

From:

nastygram

Exactly.

So you're cool with kicking it here, while I, and anyone with any sense, resents being trapped in this loop of a friggin' world. You're basically deadlocking me and that is not exactly inspiring to a friendship.

From:

rathercommon

[ An incredulous cough - ]

Deadlocking you? Like hell, deadlocking you. Just because I'm not spending my time on that search doesn't mean I'm blocking you from searching yourself.

$nastygram: (C:\killerpoke)$

From:

nastygram

Oh, so you are working on something. Well, damn, that shuts me up, here I was thinking you were just sitting on your ass.

[She raises her eyebrows expectantly.]

So?

From:

rathercommon

[ She wrinkles her nose. ]

Do you even care if it's not for the express purpose of sending you home?

$nastygram: (C:\line666)$

From:

nastygram

[With yet another eyeroll--]

How will I know if I give a shit or not unless you tell me what it is.

From:

rathercommon

Well, 'cause you only seem to give a shit about one thing, don't you. And this isn't that thing.

$nastygram: (C:\bogosity)$

From:

nastygram

Oh my god would you knock it off and just tell me what the hell it is.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty purses her lips and - half-experimentally - responds: ]

No.

[ Because if being denied knowledge pisses Darlene off as much as it pisses Kitty off, maybe she'll finally have some way to push back against Darlene. Rather than just feeling constantly shoved around by her. ]

$nastygram: (C:\killerpoke)$

From:

nastygram

[She stares over at Kitty for a few seconds. Then she laughs, once, short and pitched.]

Wow.

[After another beat, she sighs, again, even sharper.]

Seriously not impressed by you acting like a cunt just for the sake of acting like a cunt but fine, whatever.

From:

rathercommon

[ That draws an uncalculated laugh out of Kitty. ]

Oh, 'cause you're one to talk on that front. I don't think you've said a single thing in this conversation - or any other - that didn't involve you trying to hurt my feelings at some level or another. [ And then, before Darlene can speak, with a gesture of frustration - ] Like what you're about to say, which is mocking me for talking about my feelings at all, I'll bet you anything.

$nastygram: (C:\beaniekey)$

From:

nastygram

No, [--Darlene says, immediately and sharply--] I was actually just going to call you a cunt again. And now I don't have to.

Also if you access your memories from about half an hour ago, we were having a pretty cool time. Before you got all cunty.

From:

rathercommon

[ Her brows draw down, now - ]

I didn't get rude. You did. You're the one who got all hostile, not me.

$nastygram: (C:\steved)$

From:

nastygram

And you started with your half-ass critiques of my freaking revolution. Tit for tat, babe.

[After a sec, she sighs, hugely, and sinks back against the couch again.]

Look, I am not gonna suck your dick just so you tell me about whatever it is you're up to, and we will probably not be besties after this, but I want you to know that this is me trying to have a conversation with you. That's all. Girltalk.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty studies Darlene a little suspiciously, brows drawing down just a touch. Her thumb trails slightly along her lower lip. That pause drags out into a moment before Kitty speaks abruptly. ]

I want access to the Porter too. I don't actually want to stay here. I don't want to go back to my world, either, which, yeah, makes me into a shitty coward or whatever. But I don't want to stay here, either. There's another universe where I can actually enjoy what's left of my life, and so that's where I want to go. Which does mean getting access to the Porter, yeah.

$nastygram: (C:\derf)$

From:

nastygram

Thank you.

[Heavy on the sarcasm before Darlene lets her head tip to one shoulder, the shoulder closest to Kitty, so she can look at her out of the corner-and-somewhat-front of her eyes.]

What universe?