[Sniffling, she slides her hand back from her neck and over her eyes once more, trying to keep all the emotions at bay even if she feels like collapsing at the weight of this train wreck of mental fuckery. Just, she needed to focus that she was here, was alive and breathing and she hadn't lost her mind, wasn't going to wake up in the middle of the desert with Show Pony shaking her awake. So watching him, she drops her hand down to pat one of his, squeezing his forearm with the other.] Bet you all wish you would've cropped me off at the knees when you had the chance. Still, water's somethin' I can do.
[It's a quiet memory of Party but it's well placed before she gives another squeeze to the others arm to pull away and reach behind the seats in the diner to dig around in some milk crates where she tugs out another bottle of water, not minding tossing all her rations at him if she had to.] Things though, depends on what kind of things because lots of them have been hittin' the air these last few turns of the sun, the bad, the good.
[Shifting to listen to his request, waiting for him to take a seat before sitting down next to him and placing the water before him, she spoke quietly.] Maybe we should start with a point and branch out cause otherwise I'm gonna be talkin' for fuckin' hours.
[ He smiles a little when she mentions Party's words in passing. He can remember him saying that, and it makes his heart clench up in his chest -- but he ignores it the best he can. There's no way to know if Party Poison (or any of the others, really) are alive at all. So he doesn't think about it. And he won't, until it's eating him up inside. ]
Yeah. Thanks, ladybug, yer a lifesaver. [ He takes that water, gulps down a bit of it and then carefully lowers himself down into the booth. Dizzy. He's fighting off that and how sleepy he is, because he needs to hear what's been going on in his absence - it has to be at least eight, nine years? His Girl's a lady, now, it has to be around that. ]
Tell me 'bout you. Everythin' that's been happening with you. You gotta have contacts -- Show Pony. Dr. D, any others. How many're out here anymore?
[For her it's necessary, to throw them all into her day to day in small ways like that. It keeps her sane, keeps her focused. Yeah it hurts, not she's gotten used to it, telling their stories, talking about them to anyone who asks. Quietly though, she watches him sit down, leaning back into the seat--keeping a close eye because he looks tired, he looks worn but if he's just as stubborn as he was in the past he's not going to admit that.] I don't like talkin' 'bout myself much and everythings a long time t’ talk, but for you I'll give it s shot.
[She took up the necklace she had removed before and reached up to place it around her neck once more, securing it as she spoke, tucking it under a scarf.] After everything went down in the city I kept cozy at the station, kept near Pony and the Doctor. I remember, um-- [She dropped her hands back down before folding them on the table.]
Remember sittin’ with them in the wires. There were clusters that wanted t' to play the revenge game, said the whole thing was somethin’ more t’ fight for but D didn’t really support it, said that it wasn’t about that--the whole thing, everything that happened. Not everyone listened, some took the chance, some went in, some didn’t come back out again it’s just how it passed.
[Fingers shifting across the table she picked at the same spot she had focused on before, a habit, not being able to keep still because talking about it all made her nervous, like she didn’t do enough while they were gone.] I kept close t’ base for the next few rotations, got to know people, people I’d never met before. Since then I focused on the networkin’ scheme, once I got a hold of transportation of m’ own they couldn’t really keep me nailed t’ the floor as much as they’d like so I spread out, tryin’ to figure out who is who, who’s doin’ what, who is still around. I’ve got contacts t’ spare; I’ve got double agents, I’ve got one or two permanents on the outskirts of the city, I’ve got ‘joys but the issue is keepin’ ‘em.
[She pauses then looks to meet his face.] It’s BL, Ghoul. They’re diggin’ their nails in, it’s their monopoly and the longer people stay there, the harder it is t’ get ‘em to come out. It’s like it’s in the water there, like a sickness.
[ Ghoul settles back, listening and trying not to fall asleep on her. He'd feel terrible if he did. And besides, he needs this information, if he's going to get back into all of this. It's a long story, but he nods when she pauses, keeps his eyes on her as she talks. If he knows his Girl, he knows she would've handled the upset the way she handled everything else upsetting -- quietly, without fuss. He knows she hasn't talked about it.
The fact that there are less Killjoys around now, that BLI is trying to pull everybody back in -- that's upsetting to hear. There aren't leaders anymore, there's no face of the rebellion, and Ghoul frowns. ]
I don't remember a lot from when I was in there. [ He sighs, looking up at the ceiling. ] Wish I did. But m'willing t'bet they kept me a secret. Don't want people knowin' I'm alive. Give 'em hope.
But looks like you're doin' a good job though, sunspot. [ He offers a small smile. ] Better than us. We were just a gang. You got a small army, y'know? [ He curls up against the wall. ] We'll figure it out. Don't wanna sound cocky, but m'thinking the more people know I ain't dead, the more we'll get.
[ He pauses, and glances away. After a hesitant pause: ] Hey uh -- did y'ever get t'know anybody named Counter Curse? Just. Outta curiosity.
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[It's a quiet memory of Party but it's well placed before she gives another squeeze to the others arm to pull away and reach behind the seats in the diner to dig around in some milk crates where she tugs out another bottle of water, not minding tossing all her rations at him if she had to.] Things though, depends on what kind of things because lots of them have been hittin' the air these last few turns of the sun, the bad, the good.
[Shifting to listen to his request, waiting for him to take a seat before sitting down next to him and placing the water before him, she spoke quietly.] Maybe we should start with a point and branch out cause otherwise I'm gonna be talkin' for fuckin' hours.
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Yeah. Thanks, ladybug, yer a lifesaver. [ He takes that water, gulps down a bit of it and then carefully lowers himself down into the booth. Dizzy. He's fighting off that and how sleepy he is, because he needs to hear what's been going on in his absence - it has to be at least eight, nine years? His Girl's a lady, now, it has to be around that. ]
Tell me 'bout you. Everythin' that's been happening with you. You gotta have contacts -- Show Pony. Dr. D, any others. How many're out here anymore?
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[She took up the necklace she had removed before and reached up to place it around her neck once more, securing it as she spoke, tucking it under a scarf.] After everything went down in the city I kept cozy at the station, kept near Pony and the Doctor. I remember, um-- [She dropped her hands back down before folding them on the table.]
Remember sittin’ with them in the wires. There were clusters that wanted t' to play the revenge game, said the whole thing was somethin’ more t’ fight for but D didn’t really support it, said that it wasn’t about that--the whole thing, everything that happened. Not everyone listened, some took the chance, some went in, some didn’t come back out again it’s just how it passed.
[Fingers shifting across the table she picked at the same spot she had focused on before, a habit, not being able to keep still because talking about it all made her nervous, like she didn’t do enough while they were gone.] I kept close t’ base for the next few rotations, got to know people, people I’d never met before. Since then I focused on the networkin’ scheme, once I got a hold of transportation of m’ own they couldn’t really keep me nailed t’ the floor as much as they’d like so I spread out, tryin’ to figure out who is who, who’s doin’ what, who is still around. I’ve got contacts t’ spare; I’ve got double agents, I’ve got one or two permanents on the outskirts of the city, I’ve got ‘joys but the issue is keepin’ ‘em.
[She pauses then looks to meet his face.] It’s BL, Ghoul. They’re diggin’ their nails in, it’s their monopoly and the longer people stay there, the harder it is t’ get ‘em to come out. It’s like it’s in the water there, like a sickness.
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The fact that there are less Killjoys around now, that BLI is trying to pull everybody back in -- that's upsetting to hear. There aren't leaders anymore, there's no face of the rebellion, and Ghoul frowns. ]
I don't remember a lot from when I was in there. [ He sighs, looking up at the ceiling. ] Wish I did. But m'willing t'bet they kept me a secret. Don't want people knowin' I'm alive. Give 'em hope.
But looks like you're doin' a good job though, sunspot. [ He offers a small smile. ] Better than us. We were just a gang. You got a small army, y'know? [ He curls up against the wall. ] We'll figure it out. Don't wanna sound cocky, but m'thinking the more people know I ain't dead, the more we'll get.
[ He pauses, and glances away. After a hesitant pause: ] Hey uh -- did y'ever get t'know anybody named Counter Curse? Just. Outta curiosity.