bad end living up to their name yet again

[widenessofthesea]

Who: BAD END=DEAD END
Where: BAD END=DEAD END
When: Day 349 late / Day 350 early

[ well

same old. ]

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[widenessofthesea]

...thank you. I'm sure someone might, so I'll keep it in mind.

Is your unit all right, after all that?

[we_meet_again]

Half my unitmates have been turned into fragile glass and their bodies keep chipping and cracking until their insides leak out.

Somehow, they seem like they're doing surprisingly okay, all things considered. I think we're all just rolling with it, at this point. What else can you even do?

[widenessofthesea]

Ah—distasteful, even so. My sympathies to your unit, even if they're managing well enough.

[ her skirt moves a little bit more in the back, and—is that the tip of a tail sticking out from underneath? going swish swish swish swish in an agitated kind of way. ]

But at a certain point—well, it's true. The best one can do is to move forward.

[we_meet_again]

[Has that always been there? he wonders to himself. but you can't just ask people about their tails, gosh. his momma raised him better.]

Apparently that was one of the lighter punishments, so I must admit I ran over here pretty fast when I heard about you guys.

How are you holding up?

[widenessofthesea]

[ she thinks for a moment, tail sweeping back and forth slowly under the hem of her skirt, and settles on: ]

...tired. I'm—




—not ready to talk about all of it, quite yet.

[we_meet_again]

[gently:]

Perfectly understandable. You've had a rough night.



...Would you like some bourbon?

[widenessofthesea]

[ a brief huff of a laugh— ]

This is one of those times that I'd love some, but regrettably, I can't drink. Not in recovery, to be clear, I just don't process the stuff well.

[we_meet_again]

I thought you might say that. I remember you saying you had some... specific dietary needs.

Do you have something you consider a comfort food?

[widenessofthesea]

[ pinches the bridge of her nose ]

Unfortunately the only thing I can eat is blood.

[we_meet_again]

Is some blood better than others, or is it all about the same?

[widenessofthesea]

I generally try to think about that as little as possible.

In any case, I already ate, since it's not good for me to be around bleeding people while hungry, and there's been. A lot.

[we_meet_again]

Ah, yeah. That makes sense.

Your diet isn't something you like thinking about, though? Does that mean it hasn't always been like this?

[widenessofthesea]

No, it hasn't—I was born human. It's not like, ah—Ren, who's always been a vampire.

I really prefer to approach it from an angle of, ah—eating for fuel rather than for pleasure, although I do think I make a mean duck blood soup.

[we_meet_again]

Ah, okay. Got it.

Mmmm, then, putting food aside, are there any things in particular that bring you comfort on rough days? Tea? Scented candles? Not getting asked annoying questions?

[widenessofthesea]

...scented candles are nice. I like the smell and warmth of tea, even if I can’t drink it anymore. Classical music, I suppose.

[we_meet_again]

[nod, nod]

Duly noted. Thank you for participating in this important survey.

[widenessofthesea]

I'm always game to aid in important scientific data collection.

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[we_meet_again]

Maybe someday I'll have the presence of mind to ask these sorts of questions when we can all get points for it, but today is not that day.

[we_meet_again]

—Ah, sorry. I don't mean to keep you if you're ready for some downtime. The last thing I want is to make you feel like you have to spend energy entertaining me, especially after you've already been put through the wringer.

[widenessofthesea]

Ah, really, I'm the sort of person that likes talking to people, and in fact probably some people would prefer that I stop talking sometimes.