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[handleyourshit]

  

This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.

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Re: video

[handleyourshit]

So you prove that you have nothing to hide by - what? Finding brand new people straight in the door of this fucked up acid trip, talking shit with them but only if they talk shit with you back, and then bail when asked simple questions?

I just died, you asshole.

Re: video

[abrightboy]

That’s why I apologized. It isn’t what I was going to talk about, but you recognized me as him and it sounded like you were mad at him, so I was commiserating. And then he chipped in and it just got out of hand. But I shouldn’t have said anything; I’m sorry. But you asked what it was about just now. I told you. That’s it.

How are you settling in?.

Re: video

[handleyourshit]

I'm not done.

You're a warden. How do you all come aboard?

Re: video

[abrightboy]

...What do you mean?

Re: video

[handleyourshit]

How did you get from wherever you were to here on the Barge?

I don't mean like what was the actual force that moved you or whatever. What was the process?

Re: video

[abrightboy]

The Admiral asked.

Re: video

[handleyourshit]

Did you get to ask some questions? Get some basic information that would make you want to come here?

Make a decision?

Re: video

[abrightboy]

He said I’d be able to help people.

CW: blood, death, cannibalism

[handleyourshit]

Okay, well.

I died.

I died. I felt bullets hit my body, I felt the blood and the strength leaves me, I heard my friend yelling my name and the fight going on around me as the rest of our people fought an outnumbered and outgunned battle for their lives.

I woke up here, with no warning, no offer, no information, surrounded by strangers, in a building with no windows. The last time that happened to me, I was starved and isolated for a week, by people who were absolutely, quite literally going to eat me, and that was just the first time it happened.

When you talked to me, I had about a day under my belt. Do you think a day away from all that shit is enough to be in a good frame of mind for that bullshit?

Re: CW: blood, death, cannibalism

[abrightboy]

No. …That’s why I apologized. Jesus told me a bit about your world. Everyone there carries a lot of trauma from what he said. I’m not familiar with undead armies, but I am familiar with trauma, if you ever want to talk about it.

[handleyourshit]

I really don't. Not with you, not after that.

Pretty sure a place like this has a lot of people with a lot of trauma. With only two therapists around, maybe if you don't know someone, trying to get them in on your personal problem with someone else isn't the way to start off.

[abrightboy]

Yeah. Probably. I wasn’t offering therapy. Just a friendly conversation. The more worlds I meet people from, the more I marvel at how many of them are filled with people who’ve never lost their temper. Anyway, sorry again. I really do regret meeting that way. But it does seem like you already have a good support system and that helps a lot. Good luck.

[He hangs up.]

[handleyourshit]

[A few minutes later:]

Nice apology. Glad you got that off your chest.

[abrightboy]

I didn't. But you don't want it. And I can at least leave you alone. People don't like it if they dismiss your attempts at offering a hand and you pester them, I've been told.

ope sorry - text

[handleyourshit]

So you just want to say the words at me, and don't want to hear what my actual problem was with it, or let me have a problem past the ten seconds it takes to say them?

Re: ope sorry - text

[abrightboy]

I’d love to hear your problem, but you said you didn’t want to talk to me. Is it okay to talk now? I can meet you at the Lounge.

text

[handleyourshit]

I just told you

Is it going to make a difference somewhere you can't hang up on me?

Re: text

[abrightboy]

I was trying to respect your boundaries. We can go somewhere else if you want. The deck is nice. The greenhouse smells good. The library is a nice quiet place to chat.

Re: text

[handleyourshit]

[Well if he can't hang up on her, that puts her in punching range too, so.
Whatever.]

Greenhouse. Whenever.

Re: text

[abrightboy]

I’m free now. I’ll see you there.

__________

He’s waiting outside the greenhouse door when she arrives.

“Hi. Thank you for coming.”

~~~> Action ]

[handleyourshit]

She turns up shortly, wearing baggy pants and an oversized blue long-sleeved shirt with dark stains at the back and breast, her hands hidden. She's wary, and watching around her with blatant suspicion, and looks him over with more of the same when she sees him.

She doesn't smile. There are no marks on her face that indicate this is anything unusual for her, but she nods anyway.

"If you're actually trying, can't fault that," she says instead.

Re: ~~~> Action ]

[abrightboy]

“I always try,” Malcolm tells her, then tilts his head slightly. “Don’t always succeed,” he admits. “Have you been in here yet?” he asks, opening the door.

[handleyourshit]

"You hang up a lot for someone who's always trying," she comments, dry, but it's not worth arguing.

She shakes her head instead. "Not officially."

She has definitely scoped it, but that's different.

[abrightboy]

“One whole time. That is… sure a conclusion you’re drawing, but okay,” he remarks, letting them in and holding the door for her to go first. “I suppose you can only assume, with the evidence you have, that your experience is everyone’s experience. I did assume that your ‘go away’ cues were like everyone’s ‘go away’ cues.”

He gestures to one side. “Ornamental gardens are that way and food production is that way. Which would you like to see first?”

[handleyourshit]

"You've hung up on me twice in two conversations," she points out to him. With a 100% track record, she's not really sure what else she's supposed to think.

"And no, I'm not that stupid. I'm sure there are people you get along just fine with that you keep talking with, and can even disagree with without bailing. But that's not really trying." She glances at him, then around the area as she steps through.

She heads, immediately, for food production.