on potential loss of close CR

[dicey]

We should get warnings when people are going to leave the city. It's really not fair that we don't. I know, I know, you have no control over this stuff and you wouldn't really care to change things if you did; we have already esta8lished that I'm too "fictional" for you to give that much of a shit a8out! So I'm not even going to 8other to ask you to fix it. Whatever. I'm just saying.

There are things I'd say and do if I knew something like that was coming up, that's all. Like "You understand me 8etter than anyone else does" and "I'm not going to forget that you were the one who came and got me when I was hiding away in that a8andoned 8uilding", and other stuff that's too sappy to say under normal circumstances. May8e even the "l-word", who knows. If you say that to someone who's leaving you'll have the satisfaction of getting it out there, and they won't have too long to grum8le and call you a fool. Win-win.

Or lose-lose, because of the leaving thing.





I'm not going to let anyone else move into his house.

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[samantha_grey]

Really? You'd think by now someone like you would be used to losing things, at home or in these little pockets of reality. Since you don't have any control over it, why live like you're always going to have them? What in the hell was holding the great Vriska Serkets back?

Please, god, don't tell me you're afraid of your own feelings.

[dicey]

I'm not. I always knew it was a possibility. Maybe even an inevitability in this case!

... Who are you, anyway?

[samantha_grey]

So, if you knew it was an inevitability, why didn't you do it? Why let yourself wallow in regret after the fact? [The sound of someone lighting up.]

I've met a few of you. Aradia said something about doomed timelines once. We can go with that. Name's Sam.

[dicey]

Because there's a biiiiig difference between saying stuff someone might not like and having them stick around and not like it for a long time, and saying stuff someone might not like and having them leave and forget it all right away.

Doomed timelines don't exist here.

[samantha_grey]

Hmmm, then we've met, but it's the usual 'I don't know who the hell you are' horseshit you get in these places. You were in the Holy City three times at least while I was there. At this point, I'm sort of getting used to explaining things over and over again to people I've met before.

And, really? You actually cared that much about what anyone besides Tavros thought of you? How'd he manage that feat? You're not exactly Ms. Emotionally Accessible, you know.

[dicey]

It was a different me. There are different timelines all over the place, just not doomed ones. Not outside of that game.

... Tavros? Are you serious?

[samantha_grey]

Fine. And yeah, dead serious. The first one of you got milky-white dead eyes and was lovey-dovey with horn boy. It was sort of funny to watch for about five minutes. Got sickening after a while, though he'd apparently developed a spine somewhere along the way.

It was weird.

[speakveryclearly]

[Vriska you never change always get the last word]

Leaving behind letters for the event of your own departure is too much easier logistically than the reverse. You could make them keep a letter on their person and promise not to open it until then, but that presumes they'll both get to take it with them and respect your privacy until then.

[dicey]

And remember.

Which he won't.

[speakveryclearly]

So the Animus did figure it out for sure, that nothing changes when you go back.

[dicey]

The Animus? No, dumbshit, the Animus didn't figure out anything. It was obvious from the beginning; people who leave and come back and then get their memories back say they didn't remember anything when they were gone.

[speakveryclearly]

Oh. That's a much more reliable mnemonic measurement.

You get to stay for now, right?

[dicey]

Yeah.

[consider8]

Well.

Here you are again.

8ack at the precipice.

[dicey]

The precipice of what???

[consider8]

The precipice 8etween where you are and what you want. It is a common theme that seems to play out in your tale, regardless of your circumstances.

8ecause ultimately what will happen will unfold whether you desire it or no, and the consequences will once again leave you 8ack into o8scurity.

[dicey]

Great. So you're just here to rub it in? That's completely what I needed right now, thanks! What would I ever do without you?

[consider8]

Of course I'm not.

Is that really all you think I was here for????????

[dicey]

So you're here for that and something else. Is that supposed to make me feel better?

caving into temptation...

[samantha_grey]

My mun wanted me to mention that the temptation just took a matter of finding this flaming post again. [She flopped down and grabbed for her rolling papers.]

Welp, cocked that one up like we predicted. Pretty damned badly, in fact, but it could have gone worse in the end. [She sighed.] I brought whiskey if you're the mood for a drink. How you handling that whole Pitch thing? Get over it?

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[dicey]

What do you think?

[samantha_grey]

[And just like that, she set the bottle and a pair of glasses between them.]

I think that sounds like a resounding fucking no. We picked up a Pitch recently, so I've seen what he's like. Kind of a dick, if you ask me.

[dicey]

Yeah, I know.

He's a huge dick. It's more than kind of.

[samantha_grey]

I've been steering clear of him. My mun's giggling and sending some other half-wit imp with no sense to play with him instead. And of all the people in the world, he actually seems to get along with Equius. That's always a signal to stay the hell away from somebody if I've ever heard of it. [She poured and took her glass before pulling a long sip.]

Tried talking to a friend of mine about what happened between me and that other you finally. About the time she left.

[dicey]

Uh-oh! Sounds like you'll have to find someone else to stalk.