xp_communication | Domino and Amanda, IM log

Backdated to the middle of Friday night.

wytchbrat: Dom? You still sober enough to use a keybord?
LadyLuck13: Hey, I have to be EXTREMELY drunk not to be able to use a keyboard.
wytchbrat: *grins* Just testing you. Good to hear from you, big sis. Missed you.
LadyLuck13: Hey sweetie. Missed you too. :) We had satellite phones and that was just about it. People on both sides wanting to kill us and all... whee. What a few weeks this has been.
wytchbrat: But you're allright? Apart from GW?
LadyLuck13: Eh, bumps, bruises, sprains, the usual stuff. GW just didn't duck quite fast enough. Flesh wounds, no biggie. I made fun of him. He pouted at me. Lien decided he needed to get laid.
wytchbrat: *laughs* Not exactly the usual medical practice... Hang on, laid by who? Not Lien...
LadyLuck13: Don't tell Nate, he'd have a fit. They've been sleeping together on a regular basis for a while now.
wytchbrat: Really? *grins* Not Little Miss 'All Men Must Die Horibly'...
LadyLuck13: Yes, well, GW is Entirely Too Good A Guy at times. And, you know, rather hot in his own way.
LadyLuck13: So how are you, kiddo? How's the old man?
wytchbrat: Nate's... doing better. Can't say he's great, cause he ain't, but he's doing a lot better. Normal stuff. Teaching and the like.
LadyLuck13: This is good. I'll call him and natter at him in your morning. How are you?
wytchbrat: Um. Grounded.
LadyLuck13: Uh-oh. Trouble you couldn't charm your way out of, huh?
LadyLuck13: Hmm. I could be nosy, but... no. You okay? Need me to come intimidate anyone for you?
wytchbrat: Nah, it's sorted mostly. Just going bloody spare at the moment with not being able to get off the grounds. I'm running out of things to distract myself with when the cravings get bad.
wytchbrat: Um. Don't pay attention to that last bit.
LadyLuck13: Sorry, sis. It's on the screen and all.
LadyLuck13: The magic?
wytchbrat: ... yeah. I sort of fell off the wagon. Or took a screaming dive is more like it.
LadyLuck13: Oh damn... how are you doing now?
wytchbrat: Better. Not great, but I'm not using no more. Its... hard, Dom. And like I said, being stuck on grounds don't help. Place stresses me out, even on a good day.
LadyLuck13: Hrrm. I don't know what you did, but unless you killed someone, you'd think they could take that into account when they're dishing out punishments.
wytchbrat: I nearly did. Kill someone that is. Lee and I got into it with powers, and I broke her arm.
LadyLuck13: Oh boy.
LadyLuck13: Let me guess. Manny?
wytchbrat: If I say yes, will you promise not to kill him?
LadyLuck13: Heh... you know me too well. Yes, I promise.
wytchbrat: It's all sorted now any way, but I'm still grounded. The worst of the withdrawls is gone at least. Not throwing up every five minutes.
LadyLuck13: All sorted? With him?
wytchbrat: With him. Dunno 'bout Lee. I don't want to bring it up, not when Manny's trying so hard now. I probably should, just not yet.
LadyLuck13: Well. You sound like you've had a more eventful few weeks than I was hoping you would when I left...
wytchbrat: You know me, can't keep out of trouble.
LadyLuck13: Well, not knowing all the details, I suspect you didn't get into that much trouble all on your own.
wytchbrat: No. Maybe. The addiction's all mine, tho'. Couldn't talk to anyone, just thought to get back on the junk, like a stupid cow.
LadyLuck13: Don't be so hard on yourself. I mean, even leaving aside whatever you and Manuel and this Lee person did, you have not had a summer conducive to mental stability.
LadyLuck13: And that's even by my standards. You're allowed not to be able to handle it, you know, and when you've got a preexisting problem it just makes it that much harder.
wytchbrat: I know. Pete and Moira already gave me the talk. 'S just... I wanted to be strong. Like you. And I'm not. Fell in a heap over a stupid boy, of all things, let Lee get to me, make me break me training.
wytchbrat: I fucked up, Dom.
LadyLuck13: It happens, sweetie. Are you doing your best to get out-from-under?
wytchbrat: Getting there. Haven't touched anything since. Still can't go into my study, where I keep the stuff I use for study.
wytchbrat: Smoking like you wouldn't believe, tho'. *grins*
LadyLuck13: Eh. Small vices can help you deal with the big ones, that's what I say.
LadyLuck13: You should ask Nate to show you some of his patented venting techniques. Might help. :)
wytchbrat: The ones that involve killing innosent punching bags?
LadyLuck13: Heh... been doing that lately, has he? I'm not terribly surprised...
LadyLuck13: Well, yes, that one. And there are others. Usually involving either tons of physical activity or bizarre reading material...
wytchbrat: I'll ask. Think I'd rather the activity - been studying me arse off since the whole thing with Lee. Strange was ropeable. Got all formal and stiff, and not in the good way. Told me I'd let him down.
LadyLuck13: Grrrr. I somehow doubt you actually needed to be told that.
LadyLuck13: Please tell me Nate didn't yell at you. If he did, I'll be forced to hurt him.
wytchbrat: Of course he didn't. Been falling over backwards to let me know he's not disappointed with me. He's been a lot of help. wytchbrat: And Strange was right. Using magic to hurt someone... it's not on. I could have bloody well killed her, Dom.
LadyLuck13: Were you the only one using powers?
wytchbrat: No. But she doesn't have the whole threefold rule to worry about. I should know better.
LadyLuck13: You should, and next time you will. But don't take all the responsibility onto yourself. That's not going to help.
LadyLuck13: I mean, I know you're naturally inclined that way, babe, but if you start telling me you're a bad person I'm going to have to fly over there and kidnap you or something. And you wouldn't want that.
LadyLuck13: Or would you? I would, you know. I could talk Romany into giving her OK, I'd think....
wytchbrat: Pete's already talked to her and the offer's open. Just... I don't want to run home every time I can't cope, you know?
wytchbrat: I mean, I know I need some time off, but I don't want to be sitting home with Homily fussing over me and Rom looking at me with that look of hers, the one that says she's thinking of pulling me out of the school again.
LadyLuck13: Hey, I wasn't talking about kidnapping you and dumping you back in Rom's lap, little sis.
LadyLuck13: I was thinking fun and games somewhere exotic....
wytchbrat: Really? Sounds tempting... Only, there's school. And Pete mightn't like the idea. Or at least, us going without him. He's had it rough too.
LadyLuck13: Well, why don't you think about whether or not you'd like to do something like that, and then let me talk to Pete?
LadyLuck13: I like to think I can talk your dear uncle into nearly anything. Except for maybe that thing with the pandas...
wytchbrat: *laughs* I really don't want to know, do I?
wytchbrat: And I will. Think about it. Another week of this and I'll probably be begging for you to run away with me.
LadyLuck13: Nope. You don't.
LadyLuck13: And it's a standing offer. I've got job offers on the table, but none that have to be answered for at least a couple of weeks.
wytchbrat: A job? You'd take me on a job with you? Wouldn't I just get in the way?
LadyLuck13: Would depend on the job. Romany wouldn't approve of me taking you into combat or anything - not that I'd do that anyway - but I do sometimes get offers that require cleverness and luck rather than blowing shit up or killing people.
wytchbrat: Cleverness and luck? You aure you want to take me along?
LadyLuck13: Don't sell yourself short, little sis. I've noticed you're big on the unconventional thinking - I suspect it's because of the magic - and that's the building block for everything else.
wytchbrat: I'll take your word for it. *looks at the time* Fuck, it's stupid late and I have class first thing. I'm gunna have to dash. Thanks for listening to me whine at you, Dom. Go have fun - find yourself a nice Pete substitute. ;)
LadyLuck13: Oh, hah. ;) Go sleep, brat.
LadyLuck13: Let me know about the kidnapping. And do me a favor? Giggle at your dear uncle and tell him I said temptation is good, next time you see him. Yeah... that should make him sufficiently paranoid.
wytchbrat: I will. He needs to be kept on his toes, otherwise he starts complaining how old he's getting. *grins*
wytchbrat: Night Dom. And thanks.