15 - Making the best of an awkward situation

[ichoosefight]

Hey, guys, you know if you need clothes Bianca doesn't need a special office to make or adjust them, right? Just thought I'd remind you all. And I've got some of my sister's clothes if anybody needs 'em. Men's clothes are way easier.

[ Steph knows exactly who she was yesterday, but giving it away right at the start wouldn't be any fun, now would it? Still, she's happy to lend out her clothes and make adjustments so that she has something to wear too. ]

If you don't have anything to wear to pick up new clothes, lemme know. I'll bring you a towel, if nothing else.

And try not to get too excited about your new bodies. They're temporary, remember? [ Side-eyeing you, John. ]

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[notacomedienne]

Have you met Iris, love? Clothing is always optional.

[surfaceshine]

I meant for everyone else.

And sidenote: what the actual fuck.

[notacomedienne]

Language, Mr. Winchester.

I'm Bianca. It's a pleasure.

[surfaceshine]

What about it?

No, it's not.

[notacomedienne]

Yours is abysmal and indicates a low intellect but a loyal heart. Men who cuss and curse are the ones you can count on--- just don't expect them to have any table manners.

As for the pleasure: It's mine. Yours is up to you, handsome.

[surfaceshine]

I didn't know we were at a dinner party. In fact, I was pretty sure we were in the middle of one of the most ridiculous curses I've seen.

And I've seen some ridiculous ones.

[notacomedienne]

Curses? Is that's what you're calling them?

[surfaceshine]

Got a better name?

[notacomedienne]

Flood: When a little bit of another world slops into this one.

Breach: When the ship hits a world and it intrudes into our lives.

Port: When we purposefully stop a world and enjoy the scenery.

The barge has a language, a rhythm and cadence, lovely. You'd best learn it if you want her to remember you.

[surfaceshine]

What happened to you do you and I do me? I've been at this a helluva lot longer than most of the people around here.

[notacomedienne]

Have you now? How many months on the barge? How many years?

Since the barge is almost singularly unique in the experience she gives. I'd be interested in hearing what sort of worlds you traveled to before this one.

[surfaceshine]

Doesn't matter. I don't have to answer you a damn thing.

[notacomedienne]

Does it ever weary you, being so foolishly contrary?

[surfaceshine]

Yes.

[notacomedienne]

Kindness is a bitter draught, after you've supped on so much sadness, isn't it? It must seem a drink garnished with thorns and mandrake.

[surfaceshine]

Does it ever wear you, being so full of flowery bullshit?

[notacomedienne]

I'm afraid being a college educated woman, I must express myself as eloquently as possible. I do hate sounding like common gutter trash.

[surfaceshine]

Which is fancy speak for being full of flowery bullshit.

[notacomedienne]

But I haven't yet been wrong about you.

[surfaceshine]

You don't even know me.

[notacomedienne]

I know your type. See it all the time on the front lines.

[surfaceshine]

I don't have a loyal heart, or a low intellect.

Kindness isn't a bitter draught, it's unicorn tears: pleasant and powerful and fake.

And you've never met my type.

[notacomedienne]

If you insist.