there's a part in every day

[coppelganger]

WHO: Sarah, George, & Sarissa
WHERE: Casa de Chaos
WHEN: Feb 10
WHAT: A Totally Normal dinner
WARNINGS: n/a



[ It's not that Sarah feels remotely normal after what happened a few weeks ago. How could she? But she's always been good at faking it, and Sarissa's been so quiet and serious and unlike herself, and Sarah is worried that they're all going to regress into the emotional dumpster fire they'd been in after the first time Sarissa died. And they can't. They can't do that, this time, because it'll solve nothing. It'll result in nothing. So she's faking it, acting like everything is great, everything is fine, no ill effects from being kidnapped and tortured to speak of.

Besides, George does need to meet Sarissa. Officially, or whatever. She refuses to let them do it apart from her, for fear that Sarissa will be aggressive, the way she'd been with Ruby. She knows George enough to know he'd let it scare him off. She needs to supervise this meeting, the way she'd done with Helena all those months ago, and make sure everything goes the way she needs it to. Because she can't live with someone who hates the person she's sleeping with. She can't live like that.

As it gets close to the time George said he'd be arriving, she moves into the kitchen, pacing around near the stove and twisting her fingers together. Everything is fine. ]

Comments

[magnitudes]

37.8136° South, 144.9631° East. Victoria. That one's right down the bottom of the West coast's beer gut. Then there's a bit of ocean, and then there's Tasmania, but that's where we send all our mutants.

( She stops, rolls her shoulders, and scratches her jaw idly. ) I guess that's what happened to Texas, hey?

[puppydoctor]

[George has to laugh at that. So far Sarissa's giving a fine impression.]

More like the majority of America. Maybe Tasmania sent theirs here.

i was too pleased with the gag tag and forgot to do the serious tag

[magnitudes]

I mean, let's be honest: all of America. How else would you come up with deep fried twinkies and putting pickles in hotdogs? Ugh. That's the fruit of a fuckin' disturbed mind.

( Anyway. She's fairly sure Sarah's hiding in the kitchen and possibly preparing a water pistol with vinegar or something in case Sarissa's acts up. )

Saroula, you need a hand with those beers?

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah: has been hiding in the kitchen. When Sarissa calls out to her, sounding the tiniest bit suspicious, Sarah rolls her eyes and calls, ] Nope, got 'em.

[ She pushes her way back into the living room, beers in hand, and tosses one in Sarissa's direction, trusting that she'll catch it. George's she holds out to him, offering an encouraging smile as she does. ]

[puppydoctor]

[George takes it, trying not to be embarrassed of Sarah's pointed special treatment. He knows he couldn't have even begun to catch the bottle.]

How're you guys liking the woods?

[magnitudes]

( She catches her beer because she's skilled, but not without an air of attitude because fucking gross, guys. Sarissa rolls her eyes, but it's a good natured sort of eyeroll, if such a creature exists. )

Yeah, it's great. Fresh air through our broken windows. Raccoons that try to break in. We don't have any holes in the roof big enough to see the stars through, but I'm gonna be fixing the tiles and stuff in a few days so that could change if I fall through like a real expert. If we're really lucky something weird'll happen and the trees will come alive and have us surrounded, which I'm lookin' forward to.

[coppelganger]

She means it's been good.

[ She gives Sarissa a look and rolls her eyes, less good natured. ] We're working on the place. Just slowly.

[puppydoctor]

Hey, I think it's great. Better than anything I could do.

[A little sheepish and self-deprecating, but mostly honest.]

I don't even know how to use a hammer.

[magnitudes]

( He's joking, obviously (oh God she hopes he's joking) but Sarissa squints a little bit, brow furrowed. )

Well, mate, ( She starts, overly precise and as if he really doesn't know how a hammer works, ) traditionally you hit things with 'em. In Australia we like to check they haven't gotten too soft by giving ourselves a coupla whacks, first.

( SHE'S.... TRYING TO BE FUNNY... it does sound a little like she might've just suggested George hit himself in the head with the hammer, though. )