Newsflesh; homeless - SPOILERS FOR BLACKOUT

[badplanchaser]

Woah, okay, so I know you're excited about having the third book out and everything. It took you all of six and a half hours to plow through that - I think you put George to shame for speed reading on that count.

But seriously, dude, you need to read through the book at least once more, and wait a month or so. I mean, shit, you've gotta give people a chance to read at a less-than-insanely-obsessed pace.

...Though if you want to take me back to Chicago, I wouldn't argue. I think I'm in a much better place, psychologically-speaking, and I'm kind of worried how George is doing since I disappeared.

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[truthwontrest]

Well, I haven't destroyed any government buildings while left on my own, so I think I have several points on you there. Though I'm also in the process of pissing off a terrorist organization, so I guess it probably evens out.

[badplanchaser]

Heh. Well, you're behaving better there than you are back home, then. The last CDC explosion was completely your fault, not mine.

[ Or 97% her fault, the mun says like a horrible person. ]

I've actually been quite restrained on the explosion front. You'd be proud. And no one tried to carpet-bomb me, either.

[truthwontrest]

Well, no one's locked me up here. Yet. We'll see how it goes.

[ Paranoia, thy name is George. ...for damn good reason. ]

The fact that we need to specifically rule out carpet-bombing these days does not reassure me. But yes, I am very proud. Congratulations on your restraint... though I can't say I'd have minded a few more explosions if it meant I got to see you sooner.

[badplanchaser]

Honestly, I'm grateful to the Masons for being ratings-happy douchebags right now. The Masons. If it weren't for them screwing our plan to go to Florida, we wouldn't have been in Seattle with Maggie and Mahir.

Seattle was definitely better.

[truthwontrest]

At least we can always trust them to act true to form.

Though maybe I do owe them a thank you card or something. It would probably end in "you fucking bastards", but still. I'd have hated to have to go to Florida just to grab you by the ear and drag you back to sanity. Not my idea of a vacation.

[badplanchaser]

We should have Maggie send them flowers. A really ridiculously overpriced gaudy monstrosity. With a card that says, "Thank you, you fucking bastards. No love, those kids who had the misfortune of growing up with you as their legal guardians."

It's not really snappy, to be fair, but it'd feel good.

[truthwontrest]

Man, you used to be better at the snappy quips. But I do like the sentiment.

[badplanchaser]

I got out of practice. Just gotta build those snappy quip muscles up again. This is a perfect reason to get some practice in.

[truthwontrest]

You think that gets you off the hook? I've been dead for a year and a half, so if anyone's out of practice, I think it's probably me.

[badplanchaser]

But do you remember being dead for a year and a half? I think that subjectively speaking you can only claim 3% of that year and a half.

[ And now he'll wait just slightly nervously for her to react to that jab. Is it funny yet? Will it ever be funny? He must know! ]

Anyway, being dead didn't put you off your sarcasm and biting wit at all, so...

[truthwontrest]

[ Georgia narrows her eyes at him for several long seconds, and then a hint of a smile appears on her lips. Okay, it's funny. A little bit. ] You're a jerk, you know that?

[badplanchaser]

Yeah. But you love me anyway.

[ uh... right? ]

[shotofdumbidea]

You're my brother - I don't really have a choice.

[ ...that's a 'yes, duh.' ]

[badplanchaser]

You're a saint to put up with me. And I'm a saint to put up with your cranky ass before you've had your caffeine.

[ light elbowing ]

[truthwontrest]

I'm cranky after I have caffeine too. Just less violently so.

So... I guess you have a point. Either we deserve each other, or no one else would ever put up with us.

[badplanchaser]

I say we go with the former. It's less depressing.

[shotofdumbidea]

I don't know, I find the latter kind of comforting. Then again, there's no reason both can't be true.

[badplanchaser]

Hey, I happen to enjoy being well-liked and put up with!

[truthwontrest]

[ ...come on, Shaun, she's read the stuff on the site. Including the stuff from the team that didn't actually get posted. ]

When you're not breaking people's noses, maybe...

[dealswithundead]

I don't know if you've ever been in a good place, psychologically-speaking.

[SHE MEANS THIS IN A GOOD WAY.]

[badplanchaser]

[ oh, god, Buffy. :c He misses you so much for so many reasons. Even though it's... awkward. Because reasons.

He smiles a bit. ]

Okay, well, I'm not in a "having a constant and spiraling downward psychotic break" place anymore.

[dealswithundead]

Well, that's good!

[That might be an understatement, Buffy.]

Congrats on getting George back, by the way. I mean, I'm not even sure if that's how you, you know, congratulate someone on having their dead adoptive sister back from being dead, but whatever. Congrats.

[badplanchaser]

"Congratulations on getting a clone of your dead sister!"

It's not the, uh... most common sentiment Hallmark's ever produced, but it works. I honestly didn't do anything, though, she's the one who, y'know. Stuck it out at the CDC and then blew the place up.



...It's good to see you, by the way.

[dealswithundead]

Yeah, you too. Don't think I didn't notice all of that namedropping in the books. You guys were lost without me.

...sorry I wasn't there to help.

[badplanchaser]

Yeah, we were still relying on you a lot, in the ways we could.

[ Have a light shoulder-punch Buffster - he's still a little... not himself, even if he's getting better about it. Otherwise he'd hug her. ]

Hey, it's not your fault. You got into some deep shit, but however we look at all that, you were still murdered, so I'm going to blame Tate and the CDC bastards for you not being there to help.

[dealswithundead]

[It's okay, Shaun. She gets it. She knows you well enough to get it.]

I'm glad I could at least do something, even if it was, well. Y'know.

[FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE.]