ichoosefight | 100,38 - Two roads diverged and they both looked pretty nice actually

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[ Steph sits at her desk, as usual when she makes video posts. She's been affected by the flood, but she doesn't look particularly different. She's always been very good at hiding her scars, and although her clothes cover most of them she has makeup over one slash across her cheek. Dodged a bullet - literally. ]

You know what I don't understand? I mean, it's probably a human nature thing - sorry, sentient being nature. Whenever there's a flood we all climb on top of each other trying to figure out what it is. But either someone's affected and they know it and they can tell us flat out, or they don't know it and there's no way to figure out what's different until after. So, if there's no obvious danger, why bother? Now don't get me wrong, I'm the curious cat incarnate, it just seems kinda silly in the grand scheme of things, doesn't it?

[ She shrugs. Food for thought. Then she turns the video to private. ]

[ Private to Doyle ]

How goes it, inmate mine? Still in your own skin? [ Doyle's always been a bit dour, but Steph counters it with high spirits, good humor and a stern tone, even when he does something wrong. It seems to work better for her than sinking to his level of spookiness. ]

[ Private to Jon ]

Hey lover, I haven't seen you all day. What have you been up to?

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Cool, glad to hear it! It looks like a lot of my friends have changed, but I'm still me too. [ So she'll still be bothering him every bit as often as she usually does. ]

[ He certainly doesn't see much of a change at all. he simply nodded to her words.]

Kon and Dean still accounted for as well I take it? [ He cared more about others then himself. The friends he counted were the ones that mattered and that was Steph, Aya, Kon and Dean.]

Yeah, they're both the same. [ Unfortunately she remembers Dean being the way he is now as though he had always been this way. She's not terribly close to the guy. ]

Good to know. [ He spoke in response looking to the pile of books near by him, unlike normally these were not heart breaking biographys or referance books these were old world tales of war and destruction. He's not reading the happiest things but it fills the time when he doesn't want to be social.]

Is there anything else you need Ms. Brown? [ Cutting into brooding time, here.]

Actually I was hoping we could talk again today. Since it's been a few days since the last time and neither of us are affected.

The door'll be unlocked when you arrive.

[ And he went on and cut the feed he figured nothing else needed to be said. The door would indeed be unlocked. By the time she arrived he would be found sitting in one of the chairs one leg crossed over the other instead of kicked up on the table reading an old poetry book that has clearly seen better days. Its one he's read many times he knows it cover by cover but he keeps rereading it. He stole it off Angel's desk when the office was bought from under him by Wolfram and Hart.]

[ Steph knows better than to try to engage him after he's ended the conversation. Instead she heads straight to his room with her notebook and psychology textbook. It's a thin textbook, one she got from the library just for him. She knocks before opening the door. He's expecting her, so it's not like she has to wait for him to let her in.

She takes the seat across from him and opens up her notebook. It contains notes from their last meeting. ]

So. How have you been this week? Any progress?

[ He reached down taking up a random folded sheet of paper marking his place in the book as he sat it down and looked to her. He wasn't exactly excited by the idea of being psychoanalyzed but he also didn't exactly care to spend all of his time alone. He used to love being a social butterfly but deaths and the world kind of killed that for him. Now he simply enjoys the company in his own somber way.]

I haven't felt the need to kill anyone. [ Floods and such, if they became a threat he would not hessiate. A much colder version of the other who wouldn't hurt anyone if he could avvoid it. You know demon aside.] And I'm still sober and alive. So I suppose that'd be points for your positive list.

[ Hard work or not, the page has plenty of doodles on it. Mostly she's used a scale system, little marks for progress, notes on things she wants to remember in case there's a flood that wipes her memory. (Little does she know that the whole thing is a fabrication of the flood.) She marks off her progress bars and the date. ]

Good, excellent. Sober and alive are both very good things. Talk to anyone new and exciting lately? [ She also keeps notes on his friends and what she thinks of them. It's a short list. ]

Not killing seems to be the goal here. Even if half o' these people could do with with being taken out. [ he grumbled a bit running a hand through his hair before shifting in the chair a bit more watching her a moment as if thinking of what to say.]

No, I've not really felt the need to be social. Unless you count the card game Dean drug me too. And then yes I met two new people who are friends of Deans. I don't rank that as high. [ He replied. He was always curious about her scales but he didn't understand why she did them. He pretty much figures he's a lost cause just holding her back.] So what about you, how's things?

There are a lot of goals, but yeah, not killing is on the list.

[ She makes a note to ask Dean about the friends, then sets her pen down. ]

I've been alright. Keeping myself busy when I'm not focusing on your case. Which I am, in case you were worried. [ She takes this job very seriously. ]

Tell me more about this card game. Did you win?

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