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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 21, 2011 14:49:22 GMT -5
There's going to be a holiday party. It's kind of mandatory. I don't even know what to wear to a company holiday party. Are we supposed to wear dresses...? *I feel horrible for waking the poor woman up and back away from Red. Sylvia likes her more than I do.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 21, 2011 14:54:56 GMT -5
*I smirk and run a hand through my hair.* A party? Like a dance? Ms. Pacis, if my observations are correct then you are indeed a girl which means yes, a dress. *I shake my head and laugh.* You girls have been surrounded by men draculoids too long. I have no fucking clue what sort of 'party' BLI hosts but I'd say a dress is appropriate. *I look at Pacis, thinking then look back at Red.* Do you not /own/ any dresses?!
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 21, 2011 15:02:32 GMT -5
I do, but I've never been to a party before. And it's not formal or anything...I've worn it to work pretty often.... That won't do, will it? I can buy one. I think I have enough saved up....
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 21, 2011 15:09:34 GMT -5
*I smile crookedly at her and shrug.* Like I said: I know a place. *I look Red over and try to determine her ability to move. Not good.* I could write down the address for you or show you... I don't think the invitation includes me so...
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 21, 2011 15:20:10 GMT -5
Oh, I'm sure you'd be allowed. You helped save our city. We owe you a debt, and just free medical care doesn't cover it. In my opinion, anyway. I don't speak for everyone...more like no one at all.... I'm very sorry. You don't have to show me. Not if you don't want to. *I back toward the door, looking at my feet and stumbling over my words. I shouldn't have visited. Why does Main scare me so much? ...why does EVERYONE scare me so much?*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 21, 2011 15:27:31 GMT -5
*I raise an eyebrow and look at her confused.* Really? What are you doing? *I watch her, curious.* I'd be happy to show you. Invited or not I'll be happy to crash this party and if so I need to dress the part. *I grin and usher down at the hospital sweatpants I'm wearing which are currently the only clothes I have in my possession.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 21, 2011 16:05:56 GMT -5
Oh. Um, okay! If you want to. If you want it to just be you and Red, I'd understand, but if you want to take me, I'd love to go! Thank you! *I stop backing up and smile brightly.* I could lend you some clothes...you're a bit taller than me, but most everything I own is a bit too large....
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 21, 2011 16:27:17 GMT -5
Yeah? I don't even care if they're monochrome... I could roll up the legs... *I smile and sit down on the bed next to Red.* Thank you so much Ms. Pacis- er... whatever your first name is. I'll gladly show you though, we'd have to take the bus...
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 21, 2011 16:38:32 GMT -5
It's Angeline, but anything you want to call me is good. I can run home now and get something, if you'd like. It'll take a bit of time, but not more than half an hour. *I'm actually quite happy now. I didn't expect her to be nearly this nice to me. I wonder if everyone is this nice for a second, and then think of Max and Mr. Morand...no, no they are not.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 21, 2011 16:53:32 GMT -5
Oh, I don't want to put you to the trouble. I'm just waiting to be discharged and to get an update on Red. *I grin down at the girl and poke her side gently.* Even if they say she can't, we'll sneak her out. It's been forever since I've actually been /shopping/. We need some girl time. Ha.
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 21, 2011 17:08:02 GMT -5
I haven't been...uh...since I can remember, really. In my defense, I can't remember anything before my time at Better Living. *I get a brief flash in my mind of a girl staring into a window display of jewelry with awe, but it's gone as soon as it came. After a few seconds, I can't remember ever having thought of it.* Was that what malls were for? I was in a mall once. It was terrifying, full of spike traps and Killjoys who wanted to kill me. One put a knife through my hand. It still hurts sometimes. But the mall itself looked nice....
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 21, 2011 17:15:29 GMT -5
*I look at her incredulously, unable to believe how deprived she is. I decide to wait telling her about the reason behind the memory loss. It's a huge shock and I know I didn't handle it the best when I found out.* So you've... never... been to the mall...? *Holy shit. I'm a huge girl. I clap my hands together loudly.* That settles things. We're going to the mall.
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 21, 2011 17:20:50 GMT -5
Wha...? But you had somewhere else you were going to take us! Don't go through all that trouble just for me. Please. I'd much rather to go to that other store you know about. If you like it there, I'm sure it must be nice! *I don't say it, but I'm also scared that if I go to a mall, I'll be paranoid and constantly looking for spike pits and Killjoys with baseball bats.*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 21, 2011 19:11:00 GMT -5
*I look from Sylvia to Angie as they converse. Dresses? The mall? Girl time? Did boys have 'boy time'? Disn't one need money for the mall? I don't think I have any money. In fact, I can't remember the last time a couple of women talked to me like this. It feels... Kinda good. Even my injuries seem to hurt less. I try to sit up a little*
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 21, 2011 22:41:13 GMT -5
*I start walking away from Aerith's door. I need to check on Red, make sure her medication is high enough and that all the blood samples are going through. I need to know if she's healing faster and when she can get out in the field again*
*I stop at the elevator, my hand hovering over the 'down' button... Aerith. I sigh and turn around, ready this time to knock on her door. Taking a deep breath, I stop at her door and knock. I know I won't be able to concentrate until I do this, so I might as well get it over with*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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