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fridgetothefire) wrote2013-11-11 10:37 am
fridgetothefire) wrote2013-11-11 10:37 am
034 ☣ all natural recycled post-consumer goodwill
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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.
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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No. No more hiding.]
I'd like that.
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But there are different memories in her head, now. Psyke saw Anya as a curiosity; Magneto's human daughter. She remembers shared drunken rants; she remembers poisonous smiles. She remembers being so very confident in her own superiority.
Now, she wonders how long it would have taken that Anya to orchestrate her bloody demise. It shouldn't make her smile, as she leaves her room behind.
She almost passes Anya's door, her head is so full of things that weren't and might have beens. She steps back, takes a breath, and knocks.]
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Come on in.
[She waves Jean through the bedroom, with it's handpainted door and curtained bed recessed in the wall and bay window bracketed by bookshelves through a new door on the opposite side, down circular stairs into a comfortable suburban house with slightly dated trappings - the kitchen appliances and the bulky radio in the living room are straight out of the fifties. It's kept neat but not impersonal, with books and coffee cups and chess pieces out of place here and there, family photos of Anya and Erik scattered here and there, from a childhood she didn't have but still remembers. Anya curls up on the sofa, motioning for Jean to sit beside her.]
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She's never been in here before. It's definitely Anya - the part of her that's quiet and comfortable, softly cerebral. Jean feels relaxed, here, far more than she did in the Barge's corridors.
She rests her bag on the floor, perching beside Anya; she's not quite touching her, and more grazing the sofa than sitting on it.]
It's nice. [She's not sure how to say it all; nice is as good a word as any.]
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I'm glad you had a good one.
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[The coffee table, as it turns out, is also a cedar chest, and Anya props it open to reveal a variety of yarn, in skeins and half-finished Christmas presents.]
So - any ideas?
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Well, people are going to need scarves and sweaters now. [She has a sneaking suspicion the Barge will end up a winter wonderland or something before long.]
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