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Hi. I just wanted to apologize for getting you involved in my interpersonal dispute the other day. It wasn't good. I'm sorry.
Can you answer a straightforward question now?
He thinks I’m amoral because my boyfriend is an inmate and he can’t concede that maybe I’m not taking advantage of him and we’re actually very well matched. Soulmates. He wants me to ‘own’ it by admitting I’m doing something wrong. But I won’t. Because I’m not. So that’s where we’re at.
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.
I just died, you asshole.
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?.
How are you settling in?.
I'm not done.
You're a warden. How do you all come aboard?
You're a warden. How do you all come aboard?
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?
I don't mean like what was the actual force that moved you or whatever. What was the process?
Did you get to ask some questions? Get some basic information that would make you want to come here?
Make a decision?
Make a decision?
Edited 2023-12-03 00:31 (UTC)
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?
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?
Edited 2023-12-03 00:50 (UTC)
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.
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.
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.
Edited 2023-12-03 01:47 (UTC)
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.]
[He hangs up.]
[A few minutes later:]
Nice apology. Glad you got that off your chest.
Nice apology. Glad you got that off your chest.
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.
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?
Edited 2023-12-03 03:07 (UTC)
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.
Is it going to make a difference somewhere you can't hang up on me?
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.
[Well if he can't hang up on her, that puts her in punching range too, so.
Whatever.]
Greenhouse. Whenever.
Whatever.]
Greenhouse. Whenever.
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