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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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[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.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Technically, it's not spandex. It's some new, hi-tech material, and... It's a crime-fighting thing. Honest.

[sororite]

... Are you claiming to be a masked super hero, petite?

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Yup. That's my deep, dark secret, whiiiich... you probably shouldn't know, so, er, try not to tell anyone, 'kay?

[sororite]

... You are a very sweet child. [Kisses her on the forehead.] Please don't tell Amérique about this, we don't need her getting any more ideas.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

[ ] Don't worry. We can keep this between us. You can be the Mary Jane to my animal-themed shenanigans.

[sororite]

I have no idea who that is. Mais, oui, very well.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Oh, some comic book character who knew her boyfriend or husband or something was the Human Spider. They kept it on the down low. [ ] Thanks, though. Seriously. You were right about ranting – it was cathartic.

[sororite]

[Boyfriend, huh...] I'm always right, ma petite.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. I'll never doubt you again!

[sororite]

If only everyone else were as bright as you, then.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

The world would be a better place.

How about you? Anything you wanna get off your chest?

[sororite]

[Brings her knees up to her chest and stretches her arms out in front of her.] Mm, non, nothing really. I'm afraid I'm not a very secretive person. [That's kind of a lie.]

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Then you don't run around at night in a leather catsuit, stealing jewels from the Queen?

[sororite]

Oh, not regularly. Or not in leather, at least. And not from a Queen, exactly. [The lengths one French woman will go to torment an English woman...]

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Heh. Sounds like there's a story behind that.

[sororite]

It's not as if she was even wearing that necklace, I don't know why she even noticed it was missing that quickly...

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Uh-oh. Do I wanna know who this she was?