IC Inbox (Imeeji)

[firstworldproblem]

[It just goes directly to the beep.]

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[failedsafe]

Lily Pads: Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Lily Pads: Rest those bones.
Lily Pads: I'll see you soon.

[and she'll come back largely covered in sad and with seaweed and branches and more sand in her hair, though it looks like there was an effort to like, get rid of the worst offenders but she will come back to bit, take a long ass shower and make sure she is presentable and then clean up any mess she tracked and will just chill in the common area.]

Lily Pads: I'm here.

[firstworldproblem]

[He will meet here in the main area dressed in something more akin to sleepwear than anything and motion for her to sit.]

Shall we talk about your self esteem issues?

[failedsafe]

[It hasn't been that long but she is honestly still very happy to see him and will sit]

Hiiiiii. [hm.]

Well, I know I'm gorgeous, so there are no issues on that front.

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There is no doubt there.

[And he will take a few strand of hair and being to brush out the sand with his fingers then braid it.]

But you do not feel useful to this unit, do you?

[failedsafe]

[oh she clean now no sand or junk

she makes a low unhappy noise though, but uwah hair braiding]

I never said that....

[it's a VERY weak defense]

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[Oh, that makes the braiding easier then.]

Good, because it is false.

1/2

[failedsafe]

Okay, okay. So I might...feel a little teensy bit

2/2

[failedsafe]

[her voice drops]

absolutely completely useless. Ya caught me.

[firstworldproblem]

Completely useless? Did you not protect me against Ao?

[failedsafe]

[she scrubs her face

man does she even want to unpack that, she kind of wants to throw out the whole fucking suitcase after setting it on fire bon fucking voyage]

Yeah, and if...ultimately, I'd do it again if I had to, but I don't...I'm not really...stars I need a drink.

[firstworldproblem]

It was exceedingly cruel of me to ask that of you. You have my sincerest apologies.

[failedsafe]

Stop. Stop, it wasn't. She was homicidally hostile at the time and I don't...want to be someone who can't be relied on to look after her own unitmates especially if that means you dying.

[firstworldproblem]

We could have fled, but I decided to hold ground. There were many options available to us. Though do not think I am not appreciative. 'Tis true, I would have died without your aide.

But I think the toll on you was higher than if I had died. Death has little meaning to me. I'm nigh immortal and have shed my mortal vessel countless times.

[failedsafe]

Maybe, we could have, but maybe that wouldn't have worked, either. Especially since where we were was a dead end. Noooooooooooot exactly ideal.

I don't think it's that comparable because if it means killing someone or watching you die, both those options really, really suck! I get that death is Not A Big Deal to you, I can understand that concept objectively, but it's hard to reconcile that knowledge with what had already happened. I'd already seen you die and was not a fan, let me tell you. Or having seen anyone else I cared about, for that matter. Or anyone at all, really!

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Would it help if you actually saw my form not bound by the rules of the Production? Would it ease your worries at all.

Though I am not trying to belittle your feelings on the matter. 'Tis traumatic and disheartening, but I would ease this burden if I could.

[failedsafe]

[she writes down]

It might? A little, if you would be willing to show me. I'll take anything, at this point.

[firstworldproblem]

[Gets up and motions to his room.]

It will require dreams. Come.

[failedsafe]

[She gets up and follows him]

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[He gives her a sleeping potion.]

You don't mind these, do you?

[failedsafe]

Nope.

[she'll take one from him.]

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[The he will take one and meet her in dreams.

It's a flat platform in the middle of daunting space. Very dark. Very purple. Very end boss.

Emet-Selch is standing on the edge looking out space which is filled with twinkling stars, a fond look on his face.]

[failedsafe]

[she'll meet him there on fire momentarily but that's gone]

Oh this is beautiful!

[firstworldproblem]

............... And what was the fire about?

[failedsafe]

[Drat. sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee considers lying or brushing it off entirely.]

...Just something I dream about before I stop it from happening.

[firstworldproblem]

[Motioning for her to come over.]

Tell me about it.