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Sep. 29th, 2012 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Anyone wants to drink with me, I'm hitting the damn pub.
[private for Cato]
Well, man, I gotta say...you made a hell of a better brother than my real one.
[private to Rhade]
Checking in. You all right?
[spam for pub]
[Once she's let in, Wanda asks for a mojito and gets straight to getting toasted. It is her one night off on her rigorous self-imposed schedule, and she'll be damned if she won't party at least a little. Especially after the last week. The discussions of late have really made her think, and she doesn't want the world knowing how worn down she is, so she swallows down her mint-flavored cheer and orders another.]
[In the Asylum the only people who ever understood her were her fellow crazies. She still remembers one of them, Bob, a big schizophrenic guy in his fifties, ask her straight out, "why are you here at all, honey? You're not like the rest of us."]
[No, she wasn't. And she isn't like the Inmates here anymore either. She can still relate to some of them, like Rose or Kon or Rorschach or Kozak, but mostly their behavior and motives kind of makes her sick. Destroy whole races! Take over the world! Kill everyone! Profit off of people's misery. What the fuck is wrong with people like that? Even Arthas. (Or was that especially Arthas?)]
[On the other hand, every singe one of her Warden friends, great though they are, are still serving her oppressor. It always nags at her. Yet she can't ignore what they said to her either. Aya had a point. Duo had a point. Many people had. Now that she can think clearly again she's trying to digest all of that. Especially the idea that there are worlds out there that she can go to, which are better than this, and better than her home. Someplace good, where people aren't quite so horrible to each other. Someplace she can live in peace and freedom, without all the drama and horror.]
[She raises her glass.] Here's to hope.
Anyone wants to drink with me, I'm hitting the damn pub.
[private for Cato]
Well, man, I gotta say...you made a hell of a better brother than my real one.
[private to Rhade]
Checking in. You all right?
[spam for pub]
[Once she's let in, Wanda asks for a mojito and gets straight to getting toasted. It is her one night off on her rigorous self-imposed schedule, and she'll be damned if she won't party at least a little. Especially after the last week. The discussions of late have really made her think, and she doesn't want the world knowing how worn down she is, so she swallows down her mint-flavored cheer and orders another.]
[In the Asylum the only people who ever understood her were her fellow crazies. She still remembers one of them, Bob, a big schizophrenic guy in his fifties, ask her straight out, "why are you here at all, honey? You're not like the rest of us."]
[No, she wasn't. And she isn't like the Inmates here anymore either. She can still relate to some of them, like Rose or Kon or Rorschach or Kozak, but mostly their behavior and motives kind of makes her sick. Destroy whole races! Take over the world! Kill everyone! Profit off of people's misery. What the fuck is wrong with people like that? Even Arthas. (Or was that especially Arthas?)]
[On the other hand, every singe one of her Warden friends, great though they are, are still serving her oppressor. It always nags at her. Yet she can't ignore what they said to her either. Aya had a point. Duo had a point. Many people had. Now that she can think clearly again she's trying to digest all of that. Especially the idea that there are worlds out there that she can go to, which are better than this, and better than her home. Someplace good, where people aren't quite so horrible to each other. Someplace she can live in peace and freedom, without all the drama and horror.]
[She raises her glass.] Here's to hope.
[Private] [Audio]
Date: 2012-09-30 03:50 am (UTC)[Private] [Audio]
Date: 2012-09-30 04:31 am (UTC)[Nah, that's a bit personal.]
It made the experience a lot easier this time out.
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Date: 2012-09-30 05:50 am (UTC)[Private] [Audio]
Date: 2012-09-30 04:29 pm (UTC)[There's a silence. Then she goes on, thoughtfully.]
Yeah, me too actually. I have an idea. We should meet.
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Date: 2012-10-01 01:40 am (UTC)[Private] [Audio]
Date: 2012-10-01 02:30 am (UTC)Re: [Private] [Audio]
Date: 2012-10-01 02:36 am (UTC)[District Two and Drinking is really really bad. Really bad.]
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:24 am (UTC)[He's been using it all week as a painkiller. So too much.]
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:33 am (UTC)I'll be at my usual table.
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Date: 2012-09-30 07:13 am (UTC)How are things- [he makes a motion around, as if to indicate the ship itself] -comparatively. [Because it's hard for things to be good here.]
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:35 pm (UTC)Things are thoughtful. Really, really thoughtful. [A sip of her drink; she takes a lime slice out and starts nibbling on sections from it.] I need to start surveying different worlds so I can control where I end up when I get out of here. And for...reasons.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:44 pm (UTC)You don't.
[Not yet, anyway.]
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Date: 2012-09-30 11:11 pm (UTC)Though that last one I'll figure out how to fix eventually. Mastering world-hopping is on my list now.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:18 pm (UTC)private
Date: 2012-09-30 04:41 pm (UTC)private
Date: 2012-09-30 04:45 pm (UTC)What the hell. I'll meet you up there before I change my mind.
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Date: 2012-09-30 11:27 pm (UTC)[spam]
[Wanda's at a corner table near the jukebox, working on her second mojito. There's also a pitcher of icewater and a few glasses on the table, one half full. She waves.]
Hey!
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Date: 2012-09-30 11:33 pm (UTC)[ Steph practices her smile before making her way up to the pub. Focusing on her issues with alcohol is going to be so much easier than focusing on her other issues right now. She waves back, that smile solidly in place. ]
Hiya. How's things?
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Date: 2012-10-01 02:32 am (UTC)Thinking about the future. Making plans.
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Date: 2012-09-30 08:53 pm (UTC)Friend Filter
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