Paige and Sarah chat. (Backdated to Wednesday night)

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roomie in red: *ahem*
roomie in red: So. Your soul searching has led you to the vast world of the Internet I see.

bone girl: It was Shinobi's idea. We're in Boston now.
bone girl: and I think I'm allowed to check my email occasionally.

roomie in red: I don't know. That doesn't seem very healing. You know, reaquainting yourself with here. By here I mean... Jono and Braddock?

bone girl: At least I'm not making pissy entries in the journal system. "I'm out and I still hate you all, die please." It could be worse.

roomie in red: That's true. Much applause on that one.

bone girl: I figure that's what everyone was expecting. Or at least expecting me to come running back.

roomie in red: No idea what they expected. I just expected, you know, a note or something. Even a simple, "Yeah, you suck, fuck off." would have done. Bad roomie.

bone girl: Didn't I say that before I left?

roomie in red: It was a mass note. I'm your roomie. I think I deserved a little bit better than that.

bone girl: What? "Dear Paige, take care of Jono." How's that?

roomie in red: For you? How sweet.
roomie in red: No, I was more looking for, "Dear Paige. I'm going away now. Might miss you. Sorry about that. Bye."
roomie in red: And that's not much.

bone girl: Nobody got that. Don't feel bad.
bone girl: I wasn't in the sort of mood to be writing 'I'll miss you' notes anyway.

roomie in red: And you couldn't bear to see me in person either?

bone girl: So I could go off on you like I felt like doing to everybody else?

roomie in red: Would have been better than slinking off in the night.

bone girl: I'd hardly call announcing I was leaving and then leaving 24 hours later 'slinking' off.

roomie in red: Eh. Perhaps I'm just bitter. Didn't expect to come home and have you actually gone.

bone girl: Yeah, where did you go anyway?

roomie in red: Home.
roomie in red: The other one.

bone girl: Why?

roomie in red: Needed to be there.

bone girl: Fair enough. Get everything taken care of?

roomie in red: Well as I could.

bone girl: That doesn't sound very promising.

roomie in red: Yeah. Well. I could start the lying thing again if you'd like.

bone girl: Nah. I thought we were all about the truth thing here.

roomie in red: That's generally the idea.

bone girl: So. How's life back at the madhouse?

roomie in red: Glaringly normal.

bone girl: Oh yes. The highest goal.

roomie in red: Quite. People are taking trips, everyone loves just about everyone, even the medlab is empty. I keep waiting for someone to wake me up.

bone girl: aw. I miss the destruction. That was always fun.

roomie in red: Oh yes. Near death is tops on my list of things I love to do.

bone girl: Near death is a little hard to come by in my case.

roomie in red: You're one of the few. We can't all be so lucky.

bone girl: Yeah, so I'm told.

roomie in red: Hey, I'd have no trouble with having the ability to put giant holes in myself. I can only manage that which doesn't knock me out.

bone girl: Yeah, 'cause giant holes? It's a great party trick.

roomie in red: You also get to be really good at darts.

bone girl: it takes being able to put giant holes in yourself to be good at darts? And here I thought it was just practice.

roomie in red: Yes, clearly that is exactly what I was stating. That's how I've been practicing. You mean you don't?

bone girl: I don't have much of a choice. The large holes come with the mutation.

roomie in red: Touché. I just need a clean up crew and I'm good to go.

bone girl: well, that's one thing we have in common.

roomie in red: Why are we talking about this?

bone girl: because I missed the destruction. You notice I didn't say I missed the blood. There's plenty of that out here.

roomie in red: What? You can't make your own destruction? You seemed plenty good at it here.

bone girl: Short of going out and looking for it, there isn't much to be destroyed in a big concrete room.

roomie in red: How... disappointing?

bone girl: comforting, somewhat. It's where I first learned.

roomie in red: Ah. I'm all with the understanding now.

bone girl: good. maybe you can explain it to your boyfriend? Angelo doesn't seem to get the whole I like the tunnels idea.

roomie in red: Well. I don't understand it /that/ well.

bone girl: what's there to not understand?

roomie in red: Your obsession with a place you don't live anymore?

bone girl: It's home. You don't feel more comfortable at home with your family?

roomie in red: I feel comfortable with people that I love. That's what home is; somewhere with people that you love. Right now you're in a big, empty cement room. That's not home.

bone girl: It -is- home. It's always been home.

roomie in red: Home can change. I have two now.

bone girl: Why should it have to?

roomie in red: Because how can an empty room be home?

bone girl: Because it's the only place I ever felt at home. And they're here and why -can't- it be home?

roomie in red: We're going to be doing the talking in circles things soon, aren't we? Oh wait. I think we already are.

bone girl: I can't help it if you can't understand.

roomie in red: Right back at you, roomie.

bone girl: But anyway, I'm not down in the tunnels anymore. Pretty swept me away to Boston. Where I can drink and fight with the college boys.

roomie in red: Yippie! I think.

bone girl: Sounded like fun to me.

roomie in red: So long as you're having fun and there's no death involved.

bone girl: didn't we already go over this?

roomie in red: Well, I know you're difficult to kill. I'm more worried about the other people.

bone girl: aw. I have to worry about them too?

roomie in red: Occasionally.

bone girl: damnit. that's no fun.

roomie in red: Be brave.

bone girl: brave? how exactly is that brave?

roomie in red: I have no clue, I'm just tired and therefore making little sense.

bone girl: well go to bed.

roomie in red: Who are you and what have you done with Sarah?

bone girl: what? Isn't that the normal chain of events? Paige is tired, Paige passes out in bed. Right?

roomie in red: Minus the passing out. Paige usually has to be knocked out cold before there is any passing out. Besides, I have Chemistry work to do still.

bone girl: Yes.
bone girl: Because it's wise to do chemistry when you're tired.

roomie in red: Chemistry is second nature. Like breathing. That's what happens when you're a living, breathing experiment.

bone girl: hmm. you'd think so, but I -sucked- at anatomy.

roomie in red: That's because you didn't have to know what you were yanking out of yourself. I screw up while husking and end up turning into something like helium and I'm a mite bit, how do they say, "screwed".

bone girl: heh.
bone girl: alright, well I'm off to cause mayhem, and you can do your chemistry. Try not to work too hard.

roomie in red: Can't promise that one. Then again, my evenings aren't all work. Try not to kill anyone too badly.

bone girl: Yeah, I'll stop at that first degree of death.
bone girl: night roomie.

roomie in red: Night.