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[droprate]

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! ]

Comments

[droprate]

That's pretty optimistic of you.

[child_of_bhaal]

Well, if you've hit bottom, may as well look up.

[Now she gives them a small, encouraging smile.]

[droprate]

[ And it's not exactly funny on its own, but because of who it's being said to-- to them, it's the funniest goddamn thing possible right now.

Oh well, at least they're laughing, and not crying. ]

[child_of_bhaal]

[It'd probably be funnier of they knew even an eighth of the shit Sye's gone through.

She'll just wait until the laughing has died down.]

Really, though. You might as well try it. It can't hurt. But it might actually help.

[droprate]

[ She's a lot more optimistic than they are. ]

...maybe.

[child_of_bhaal]

Think about it. There's plenty of time.

[She backs up, offering space, if they want to go.]

Whatever you decide, I'm still going to be nice to you. Sometimes more than others, if I think you need it.

[droprate]

Thanks-- you don't...really have to, but...thanks.

[ They'll back up a few steps, and then turn and leave normally. ]