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Entry tags:
- baby's first flood,
- cassel complicating everything again,
- denial is not just a river in egypt,
- how do i public addressing?,
- i fell in love with a man on the run,
- scott has a secret too,
- teenage identity crisis,
- that sinner was taken from her,
- was not actually that great,
- zambies & werewoofs & dumpires oh my!
❥ 002 spam/voice
spam - scott.
[Daneca sits in her room for a while, repeatedly closing her eyes. She keeps hoping that every time she does, the thoughts and memories swirling around in her head will stop and every time she opens them again, she hopes they just completely blip out of existence.]
[But unfortunately, what she's thinking and feeling can't be so easily wished away.]
[On the one hand, she can still feel those distant pangs for Barron. The butterflies she felt in his presence mixed with that sense of calm and security where she no longer had to fear what she was sits firmly in the back of her mind. On top of that, she can still feel the loss. The grief she felt--that other Daneca on that other Barge--is so much deeper than what she felt when she found out the truth of what he did to Cassel. She also feels guilt over feeling any of that, over feeling the way she does about Sam, even about Cassel.]
[But even worse is knowing what she did to Scott.]
[She doesn't know how he's handling the idea of her being an emotion worker. Maybe he's as angry as Sam was when he found out she was without hearing it from her directly. Maybe he's furious about her working him at all. Daneca wouldn't blame him if he were; he would be if the situation were reversed. She doesn't go to Scott out of fear of his potential anger though. She's more concerned that he may still be worked or confused.]
[She's also aware that her secret wasn't the only one put out there for people to figure out or learn.]
[She knocks on his door and waits anxiously outside.]
voice.
So that was a flood, right? I read about them over the network, but I never expected it to be... [Her voice fades a little.] ...Like that.
This might seem like a really stupid question, but how do most of you recover from something like that?
[Daneca sits in her room for a while, repeatedly closing her eyes. She keeps hoping that every time she does, the thoughts and memories swirling around in her head will stop and every time she opens them again, she hopes they just completely blip out of existence.]
[But unfortunately, what she's thinking and feeling can't be so easily wished away.]
[On the one hand, she can still feel those distant pangs for Barron. The butterflies she felt in his presence mixed with that sense of calm and security where she no longer had to fear what she was sits firmly in the back of her mind. On top of that, she can still feel the loss. The grief she felt--that other Daneca on that other Barge--is so much deeper than what she felt when she found out the truth of what he did to Cassel. She also feels guilt over feeling any of that, over feeling the way she does about Sam, even about Cassel.]
[But even worse is knowing what she did to Scott.]
[She doesn't know how he's handling the idea of her being an emotion worker. Maybe he's as angry as Sam was when he found out she was without hearing it from her directly. Maybe he's furious about her working him at all. Daneca wouldn't blame him if he were; he would be if the situation were reversed. She doesn't go to Scott out of fear of his potential anger though. She's more concerned that he may still be worked or confused.]
[She's also aware that her secret wasn't the only one put out there for people to figure out or learn.]
[She knocks on his door and waits anxiously outside.]
voice.
So that was a flood, right? I read about them over the network, but I never expected it to be... [Her voice fades a little.] ...Like that.
This might seem like a really stupid question, but how do most of you recover from something like that?
voice. ~~> spam.
spam.
Take it and go, let him sit here and get properly pissed.]
spam.
[She just sits down beside him.]
How many have you had?
spam.
What did I say?
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[And he's not answering so there.]
spam.
How much?
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I'm supposed to catch up, right?
spam.
How old are you? Seventeen?
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[Except not really, but she's got a semi-decent poker face for this.]
spam.
But less than others. Don't try to catch up.
spam.
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[She sure is mimicking and exaggerating his accent on purpose.]
spam.
He stares at her for a very long second or two, then puts her glass back. He gets a martini glass instead and sets about making her a very, very strong vesper.
He slides it over and lifts his own in a little, ironic toast. He is not above getting pains in his ass wasted.]
Cheers.
spam.
[Daneca immediately makes a face at the first drink and coughs some because holy shit that is strong. Are you trying to kill her? You seem to be.]
How do you drink this?
spam.
With relish.
[And with an admonishing glance:] Don't waste it.
spam.
So, do you usually try to get teenage girls drunk? Or is that just something you do when you're not busy saving Great Britain?
spam.
He's also still pretty disgusted with himself for hitting on Elena, so. There's that, too.]
spam.
So, have you? Saved Britain, I mean. You told me to forget everything about the movies.
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