034 ☣ all natural recycled post-consumer goodwill

[fridgetothefire]

[Public, video]

For everyone who hasn't heard yet, I graduated, a little while ago. I'll be staying, of course.


[Private to Arthas]

It happened while I was a death knight, actually. I should have told you sooner, I know, I'm sorry. I was figuring a lot of things out and I half believed it wouldn't even stick.

I don't know what that means, or if it means anything. But...you deserve to know.

Thank you.


[Private to Hannibal]

[She pays careful attention to the effects of the flood; she knows he would, too. When she's certain the waters have receded, she starts to cook. With the roast is in the oven and the soup simmering, she calls.]

I'm sure you know by now that there was another Dr. Lecter on board, before you. He was one of the first people who spoke to me here.

He made me lunch, when I was cold and shaken and alone. I realize you aren't in that sort of position, but I'd like to pay it forward, if you're willing.


[Spam for Nathan, also distinctly post-flood.]

[She knocks twice, smartly. She brought cookies.]

Nathan? It's Anya. I'd like to talk to you.


[Spam for Iris, slightly backdated.]

[Anya has found some interesting things in her new and improved warden's cabin. Like this old-fashioned hand-cranked ice cream maker, for example. Iris seems to be having a rough time of it, so Anya hauls the bulky little machine over to her cabin, kicks the door awkwardly instead of knocking.]

Iris, it's Anya. I want to show you something.

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[soliterraneous]

Congratulations.

[fridgetothefire]

Thank you. It's...been a long journey.

[deshabille]

You're going to be a very dangerous warden.

[Yes. Good.]

[fridgetothefire]

[The cutest little blush.]

Thank you.

[patheticvillain]

[He lets the feed dangle open for a full moment. Silence! Tension! Drama!]

[Then a rousing round of applause.]

[fridgetothefire]

Shut up!

[She doesn't mean it.]

[godsays]

Anyone who hasn't heard yet?

[ w o w you could have told him. ]

[fridgetothefire]

This place is a hideous gossip mill.

[She just did, you dork.]

[megamind]

Congratulations.

[ There's a lot of weight in that word, considering what had passed between them before. ]

And good luck. It's quite the adventure on the other side of the fence.

[fridgetothefire]

I'd expect nothing less.

Private

[darknessb4me]

I thought you were already a warden. With Dean.

Private

[fridgetothefire]

[Okay, Arthas, Anya is not Officially Worried about you.]

On the other barge, yes. That - wasn't necessarily connected to status here.

What happened to you before the door opened? After?

[She lost track of him - of everything, really - after Ben died.]

[routemistress]

[Anya's knock is greeted by first a chorus of barks, then by Iris swearing viciously (probably) in an alien language. This doesn't discourage the dogs very effectively, and it's a minute before Iris opens the door.

She's wearing pink fleece pyjamas and her hair is uncombed, but she's grinning.]

Told you you were close. Oooh, I can't wait to watch you work. Not that I 'aven't been, but - official now, eh?

Oooh, what's that?

[fridgetothefire]

Thanks, Iris.

It's an ice-cream maker. Came with my new kitchen. I thought maybe we could try it out?

spamish

[tolaywaste]

[It takes Alex a while to figure out how, exactly, to respond to this. It's not that he doesn't know exactly what he's feeling. He's proud, intensely so, and satisfied, because he knew it was coming. Just because they don't always see eye to eye doesn't mean he doesn't know the kind of good she can do.]

[She can do more good than is quantifiable, he's pretty sure.]

[The problem is just saying it right, and he's pretty sure, after some thought, that he can't. So he just writes it down and slips it under her door and hopes it makes sense.]

Anya,

First thing is I'm glad you're staying. Second thing is I'm proud of you, for what that's worth. Third thing is I know I never knew him as well as you did but I'm pretty sure Pietro would be really proud of you too. Even if he was a jerk about it on the surface he'd still be proud.

The last thing is something I was going to say anyway but I guess this is as good a time as any. I'm sorry I got so mad. I still don't agree with what you did but it's not up to me to decide what you do or protect you from the world, or worlds, or whatever, and just because you don't agree with somebody doesn't mean you don't love like love them.

I hope it's not weird that you're family.

- Alex.

I always read this as 'spanish' and get briefly confused

[fridgetothefire]

[Private, text.]

You had a right to be mad and I love you too.

I hope it's not weird that I'm standing outside your door with ice cream right now.

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[fireincarnate]

[Her grin is bright and warm, everything she didn't think she could feel right now.]

Congratulations.

Video

[fridgetothefire]

Thanks, Jean.

I've missed you, by the way. You want to work on that knitting project, maybe?

[semifreakingnormal]

That's awesome.

[fridgetothefire]

You're very excited.

[Private] the latest I'm sorry /)_(\

[youwill]

I was aware, yes.

[He's the entire reason - well, no, half the reason for the Hobbs act. Anya intrigues him: he remembers the memories he shared, remembers how she protected herself against the divided Mr. Dent. She is a curiosity, but unlike so many others here, Hannibal things of her as playing the long game. Which means he must, too.]

That is kind of you. Perhaps we should call it a congratulatory meal. Dinner is the best sort of celebration, wouldn't you agree?

[Private] /squishes ur cheeks

[fridgetothefire]

[She smiles, not whole-heartedly, but friendly and upbeat.]

I did get a kitchen with my promotion.

Say at six this evening? I'm in cabin thirteen, level five.

[ spam ] HAHAHA did someone above me claim to be the latest, you FOOL

[neuropathy]

[ He opens the door but doesn't make it a passage just yet, instead using the entryway as a brace for long legs and crossed arms, leaning by one shoulder. On another person this stance would be posturing, and patently silly. In this circumstance it's undiluted wariness, and Anya is easily self-aware enough to know that's neither stupid nor automatically unnecessary. ]

Wha'd'you need?

[ The first three words all run together like that; it's the same number of syllables, just blurred like a watercolor. A strange contrast to his posture, which is all edges. ]

[ spam ] HAHAHA did someone above me claim to be the latest, you FOOL

[fridgetothefire]

I, um. I made you these. Each one should be a little different.

[She holds out the plate of cookies. They're gingersnaps, more or less, but she mixed a different combination of spices into each blob of dough separately before baking, a grab bag of cinnamon and ginger and cloves and cardamom and anise and nutmeg and a few other more experimental things.]

[Private] lol nope literal actual latest

[yeahscience]

Hey. [It's a lame beginning, but he's not sure how to start this; he looks, accordingly, just a little bit nervous. Still... Anya's had the chance to see him largely at his best, especially in these last few months; but even now, lame and nervous or not, he looks really good. Happy, warm, relieved. Grateful.]

Lua told me what happened, but I wasn't sure if I should... if it was like supposed to be a secret still or anything.

you get the doge star, it is you <3

[fridgetothefire]

[She thinks - you too? But she laughs and shakes her head, because she probably should have guessed.]

It's fine.