ichoosefight: (upside-down time)
[ Steph is facing the camera, but mostly so people can see her expressions. As she talks her gaze moves from the camera up to the ceiling, so that she's not looking at anything at all, really. ]

So. Disclaimer: I don't have a pony in this race. I don't want to have a pony in this race. I categorically disagree with the notion of this being a race. That is not the conversation I'm having. Please, go on without me. [ She waves a dismissive hand, clearly disinterested in getting involved in the powers debate. ]

I just want to talk. I do that a lot, I'm a talk-y gal. I guess I don't talk about myself so often, which is why I'm doing this all at once in public instead of to a close friend or whatever. It's not really a confessional type deal, anyway.

With that out of the way...

[ She sits back, relaxes, and begins. ]

About her father ; CW: domestic abuse, parental death, the suicide squad is ethically appalling )

About Batman and Metahumans )

[ There's a lengthy pause, as she has run out of thoughts to share. ]

So anyway, that's all I wanted to talk about. Apparently everyone in my life is extraordinary. But no pressure, right?
ichoosefight: (I can list them)
[ Private to Boyd ]

Hi. So I'm Steph, I'm your temporary warden for the month. I know things have gone completely insane, so it must be Thursday, but I intend to keep doing what I can. So if you need anything or you run into any trouble, let me know. In Gotham we specialize in crazy, so I'm sure I can come up with something.
ichoosefight: (picture this)
[ In a sing-song voice: ] Luuucy, I'm hooooome!

[ Apparently taking a break has been very good for Steph, because she's in a fantastic mood. ]

So it looks like I've been gone a couple of months, which is definitely not long enough for all of you to forget about me. Mom's great, the new house is pretty sweet, and various people say hello to various other people and I'm sure they know who they are.

How are things on the home front?
ichoosefight: (pleased)
[ Video ]

[ Stephanie stands in the middle of her room in an actor's neutral position, taking no attention away from her words. The only expressive part of her is her face, which appears engaged and enthusiastic in the way that all good storytellers are. ]

Upon your lives you find us harshly toss'd
   Who ne'er a single trespass did intend.
In truth I find myself a little lost.
   So many different stories to attend!
But still it is my role to clarify
    And comment hence upon the goings on.
These puzz'ling circumstances verified
    The chorus now her sacred duty dons.

[ A pause, for effect. ]

Unearthly burdened spirits here are kept
    Who in their time must learn to be set free.
Between the stars we hitherto are swept
   And strange we find the journey oft to be
As twice upon the changing of the moon
   A spell befalls all those who ride within.
The ending of this tale does come too soon
   Before the story proper can begin
When thrice the sun has set upon our minds
    (For stars are suns and pass fast overhead)
Then other roles we held will us remind
   And we ourselves will hence this story shed.
Fear not the ending of this gentle dream
For things are never as they like to seem.

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