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Who: Chara
Broadcast: Text
Action: Red Fish, if you dare.
When: during the day (as in not at 12:30 in the morning when I am posting this)

Just throwing an idea out here. If anyone can find medicine that actually works on these ridiculous space colds (and lets me have some), I will knit that person as many ugly sweaters as they want. I promise, astronaut's honor, or whatever they say out here.

[ Of course, those on the Red Fish also have to deal with this colossal trainwreck of an adolescent in person. More or less. They're kind of cooped up in their sweet counselor office, having created a makeshift nest of blankets and pillows (one from the bed they would normally use, the rest from the couch in said office), though they are occasionally willing to leave the office. Mostly just for food, though if anyone is in the kitchen at these times, they will get to deal with this kid kind of giving them shifty eyes the entire time.

Enjoy your meal! ]

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"Dryers", right.

[She smiles, because it's fine to joke.]

We usually just hang our laundry on a line and let the wind and sun do the work.

Guess that wouldn't...really work so well in space. We couldn't do that where I used to live, either.

[ They're probably talking a lot, they realize; if they think of it as making up for their time in a body that spoke instead of them, maybe it's fine. ]

It was underground, so...no wind. Or sun.

...obviously.

Really? You're so....light skinned.

[She looks absolutely fascinated. Even leans in a little, kind of peering, but realizes quickly what she's doing, and stands up straight.]

Sorry, um, back home there's a few off-shoots of races that live under ground and they usually are darker complected. By a lot.

[ When she leans in, they lean back in equal measure, like a nervous cat. ]

Oh...it's weird, I know.

[ Maybe she just doesn't believe them. ]

[She gives a little shrug.]

Different worlds, different races. I've just never seen it before.

[It's not weird.]

I've actually had people get surprised by my being a half-elf. Adra actually asked how it was working out for me.

[She laughs when she says it, because that was probably the best reaction she's ever seen.]

...you're not human?

[ THE MAGIC WORDS. Seriously, she just won some major points with them. ]

Nope.

[She moves her hair (there's so much of it), so they can see the pointed ears.]

I could be half, but I don't really know for sure.

[ They actually visibly relax a bit at that. ]

Sorry, I-- I couldn't tell.

Oh that's all right. I guess it's just not noticeable if you aren't from Toril, unless my hair is back.

[She tilts her head, shifting interest back to them.]

What about you? What's your race?

Human.

[ But they sure don't like it! ]

[She's getting that vibe.]

The most versatile of races.

I'd...rather be something else.

[ Careful, Chara, that's a road that leads to things like "otherkin" and then it just gets weird. ]

We can't control what we're born as. But we can control what we do with it after that.

[She's also wished she could be something else but some things you can't change.]

I know.

[ It took them two tries, but they did do it. ]

But it still doesn't change...what you are.

But it can change how we feel.

[For a little while.]

Didn't work for me.

Can I ask what it was you did?

I died.

[ And a part of them wants her to ask just so they can rub it in, that they hated humanity so much they wanted to be dead--

still, a part of them wonders if it'd be worth it. ]

I'm sorry.

[She is. That's so sad. Poor Chara.]

And it didn't change anything at all, would you believe that?

[ They don't know what else to do, so they laugh-- short, nervous. ]

[Her heart breaks a little, but she keeps her hands to herself. She wears the emotion right there on her face though.]

Because death is a stopping, not a transformation.

It wasn't supposed to be. And, it wasn't, not really. I came back, sort of. I mean, not alive, but...there. And now, here.

[ It's all a big mess, basically. ]

Coming back isn't all that uncommon. But there's better ways, you know.

[Death is messy.]

If it went how it was supposed to, it would've been fine!

[ Oh, geez. No, see, now they've gone and gotten angry and that's not a good thing to do, especially to people in positions of power. Having this much control over themself is unusual after all this time, so it was probably bound to happen, but still. ]

I didn't-- I mean, I shouldn't-- do you want me to go now?

Of course not.

[She's still gentle, and though she still doesn't reach out, she steps closer, cautiously.]

I don't know what happened to you, Chara, but it's okay to get angry. You don't have to be afraid to be yourself with me.