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[facilitating]

Okay.

As much as I appreciate the as-of-yet-endless supply of coffee (which, let's face it, is completely imaginary anyway), there's honestly only so much I can do just sitting around in your headspace. I'm defaulting to ice cream and rom-coms, mun. I had a Julia Roberts marathon yesterday, complete with enough Chunky-Monkey-Double-Fudge to make Weight Watchers cry. There is something wrong with this picture.

I promise, I'm done being picky. Just put me anywhere with an oxygen atmosphere and internet that isn't dial-up and I'll go, no questions asked.

...Okay, maybe a few questions. But I'll go. Scout's honor?

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[longaevus]

I would certainly think carefully on those questions. [ Or, you know, be a little more questioning yourself ]

[facilitating]

Helen. [It's been too long already.] I spent six years as a reporter. My interrogation skills might be a little rusty, but if there's one thing I can always find, it's answers.

Or psycho axe-murderers, but that's a completely different story.

[longaevus]

[ She's missed you, Chloe ] I trust that you can, and I hope that you don't regret finding everything out.

[bodilesswarrior]

Wish I'd specified an internet connection.

[facilitating]

Yeah, I figured that'd rule out any of the worlds where 'bleed out or cover with leeches' is a legitimate medical procedure.

[bodilesswarrior]

We're not quite that far behind. I'm working on some more developed tech, too. Takes time, though.

[facilitating]

Most things do, around here. I was lucky, last time--I didn't have to start from scratch.

[bodilesswarrior]

It'd probably go faster if I asked for help, but... [She shrugs with a rueful smile.]

[facilitating]

[Chloe smiles back. She definitely knows how that is.] A warning? People are going to offer, whether or not you ask. It's our curse.

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara rolls her eyes.] Tell me about it. They can get stubborn, too. [There's a fond smile quirking her lips, though.]

[facilitating]

Ohhhh yeah. [One more for the 'knows how that is' tally.]

[bodilesswarrior]

Fortunately, only a few people are as stubborn as I am.

[facilitating]

Let's pretend this conversation wasn't completely out-of-order for a second: Who are you? [A curiosity, not a demand.]

[bodilesswarrior]

Barbara Gordon. My speciality is telling heroes where to go and bailing their colourful butts out of trouble.

[rerouting]

Um, yeah, yell at her for me? I still don't know how half of this junk works.

[facilitating]

Mine, or yours?

[rerouting]

Mine's not the one who invented this stuff.

[facilitating]

Dear Mun? I think you're giving mine a little too much credit.

...Unless you meant the no-doubt endless pain and suffering. Because in that case, yeah, I'll definitely make sure to yell a little extra for you.

[rerouting]

Hell if I know where these things come from. Endless pain and suffering seems about right, though.

[Then, a little more sincerely because yelling is completely justifiable and deserved in this case,]

Thanks.

[facilitating]

And since she's listening, creepy as that is, I'm amending the terms of my agreement:

Oxygen atmosphere, yes internet, no dial-up, and nothing that messes too bad with my memories. I think Brainiac covers that part well enough all by himself, thanks.

[lanegendary]

Totally just played a drinking game with your pop culture references there, Chlo.

[hi, pot. it's kettle.]

[facilitating]

Lois. [Huge grin. It's been way too long since she's seen her favorite cousin (okay, the only tolerable one actually, but that's not the point).] Please tell me it was beer. And that you don't plan on driving. [Because there isn't enough alcohol in the world to keep up with that drinking game for more than a week.]

[lanegendary]

I'm at home in the pjs, what's it to you? [she waves around a bottle of beer as if chloe can see] I'm not going anywhere in the bunny slippers tonight. [not because she's ashamed WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO SEE THESE AWESOME THINGS, but because they are way too cool to get dirty right now]

sorry for edits, i'm shockingly rusty at this. /flail

[facilitating]

Oh, no reason really, just the usual 'don't want to see my cousin wrapped around a streetlight', no big deal. [...And that display of familial concern is interrupted by the realization:] Y'know, I meant that in the 'car wreck' sense, but I'm thinking it's pretty sound advice overall.

it's ok! no worries here :)

[lanegendary]

Hey now, stop worrying so much, both for me and the light. I'm not into the chick flicks but if you want to split the ice cream I have the rest of the six pack and my DVD collection waiting for you.

Hands off the bunny slippers though.

[facilitating]

Ice cream and beer. Just classy enough for my Sunday night. [That's a yes, of course.] Chunky-Monkey, or should I pick up something with more chocolate? [There's a mandatory chocolate quota by movie genre, but she's not sure if action-thriller ranks above or below chick-flick.]

[lanegendary]

I'm not going to hate on the Monkey. If there's a need for more chocolate there's always M&Ms and syrup. [to make it even more classy]

PS - I feel like this should go without saying but I'm going to say it anyway: no boys allowed unless they're on the tv screen.

[facilitating]

Well then, how can I say no? [But oh god, even her inner chocoholic will be throwing up after tonight, she's almost sure of it.]

And the PS is duly noted.