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[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Okay. The Queen's latest mess has been cleaned up. Nobody's dead. Some of us have medals. [ Not that Batgirl got a medal, despite nearly being eaten by half a dozen vampire plants. Vampants? Planpires? Lame. This is why they should've been Frankenplants. ] That's fantastic. Seriously, thanks to everyone who helped out through healing, fighting, and defence strategies. It's great to know that if we never need to stage an emergency barbecue, apparently, we have the fire power to pull it off.

Of course, now that we're in the calm-after-the-last-storm-but-before-the-next-one-that's-gonna-suck-even-more, there's not much to do but sit and reflect. Y'know, on how we're trapped in another world, and everyone back home either thinks we're dead or missing or worse. I mean, me being here just proves everyone right about me – that I can't see anything through, blah blah, failure – and I've even let Babs down.

Not that I'm looking for free therapy or anything. I just want everyone to know that I hate the downtime as much as the almost-eaten-by-Eldritch-horrors time.

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[sororite]

... You don't like wine?

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

I know, I know. I'm sure it's a crime where you're from, so go ahead and beat me over the head with a baguette.

[sororite]

[Sighs.] I'll forgive you this once and blame your American upbringing. I need to have a talk with that girl.

In any case, what are these issues you are so worried about?

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

[ ] My mom thought I was dead for a year, which was a totally crappy thing of me to do, and now she probably thinks I'm dead again, and I know she can't deal with that a second time around.

[sororite]

Oh, ma petite... I'm sure she's-

... Non, I'm sure she is very worried. You're right. But you are not to blame for this.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

I know it's not my fault, 'cause then I'd have to blame everyone else here as well, and I know none of you deserve to be trapped in this crazy alternate universe. I mean, it's not the first time I've been kidnapped—

But no one back home knows that, y'know? It's like I finally get to a point in my life where I'm doing things properly, and then I go and bail on everyone. I can't even let 'em know where I am.

[sororite]

I understand. I can't imagine how people must be panicking back home... As soon as you think you've entered a peaceful period of history, something happens.

Where are you right now, ma petite?

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

I know asking to be sent back is way too much, but it'd be awesome if we could sent a letter home. “Trapped in a lesbian paradise and/or dystopia. Don't forget to water my plants.”

I'm at the lake. It seemed like a good place to reflect.

[sororite]

If I sent a letter like that back, they would think I was the kidnapper.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

'kay. I'll be waiting here, slowly starting to suspect that you really are the kidnapper.

[sororite]

Don't be silly. If it were really me, I wouldn't have given everyone clothes.

[But yes, she's on her way.]

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

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[sororite]

[So long as she knows, it could always be worse. France approaches quietly and sits down next to Stephanie.] Salut, ma petite.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Bonjour ma... France. I'm now realising that I probably should've asked you how you were when we started talking, but you look fine, so I'm gonna go with that.

[sororite]

My rose remained perfectly safe until it threw itself onto one of the wild ones to destroy it. [So yes, she's mostly fine. She edges closer and wraps her arm around Stephanie's shoulders.] I'm here for you, however.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [ ] I'll be fine. I just need a day to act like I'm the only one with issues in this place, and then I'll be back to annoying everyone with my winning personality in no time.

[sororite]

[Squeezes.] Well, you can complain all you want to me. Think of it as a confession with me as the priest, except it's everyone's fault but your own.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

I honestly don't think there's much point in complaining. I guess if I got too whiny, I'd feel like I was giving up at... whatever this is.

[sororite]

It's quite cathartic, though. It's only giving up if it is followed by nothing. [Has done a lot of whining in her life...]

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

[ ] I hate this place. I hate that, a few years ago, I would've thought it was the coolest thing ever, and not cared about anyone back home. I hate that I don't have enough power or crazy magic abilities to keep people safe from everything going on around here, and I hate how I have the worst secret identity ever. Seriously, it wasn't designed for this. I'm meant to be operating in a city of millions, at night. Not talking to the same few dozen people every day. I also hate how much I'm bothered by the fact that I have no chance of not flunking out of college now, and I hate the stupid closets here with all the stupid clothes in them.

[sororite]

[Pets her hair and makes comforting sounds, nodding along sympathetically.] Oui, oui, I know...



... Secret identity?

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [ ] Ever noticed a blonde girl running around in spandex, dressed like a giant bat?

[sororite]

Maybe once or twice... Out of the corner of my eye...

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Well. That's how I spend my free time. It's not as weird as it sounds, I promise.

[sororite]

Running around in spandex, pretending to be a bat... I've met people with stranger quirks, I admit.