Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fridgetothefire) wrote2013-11-11 10:37 am
fridgetothefire) wrote2013-11-11 10:37 am
034 ☣ all natural recycled post-consumer goodwill
[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.
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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[...well that was a slightly uncomfortable epiphany. Not that she didn't know that was how her brain used to work. She just hasn't thought about it in awhile. Not since she stopped being like that.]
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Basically, yeah.
Also I tend not to tell people who can talk me out of things about dubious things I want to do. And since I actually trust your judgement most of the time (which is a whole different thing from trusting people in general, and rarer) you're in that category.
[private]
You are absurd.
[ But she may be able to tell this is more frustrated-fond than frustrated-hurt. ]
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