Rachelle Andrieson: *sits in the
apartment, navy pj's on, book unfolded in lap*
Michelle Morgan: She heads on over. She's
dressed a little bit nicer then usual...overcompensation, perhaps. white
button-down blouse, green knee-length skirt. Make-up to cover the lines in her
face. Actual lips-stick. Her hair's back in a ponytail. She heads up and buzzes
((or knocks on the front door, if no buzzer)).
Rachelle Andrieson: *the doorman lets her on
in and up to the top floor she goes, the gimp rises from the chair and cane in
hand, limps over to the door, opening it*
Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little to
Rachelle. "Hey, hon." Typical Michelle, she steps forward to hug the other
woman.
Rachelle Andrieson: *one armed hug to stay
upright* Hey Michelle. You're looking better. *squints up at the woman*
Michelle Morgan: She grins very faintly.
"Yeah, well. You know. Aneurysms heal better over time. How are you?"
Rachelle Andrieson: Over time? *shakes head
slowly* You sure nothing got damaged in there? *chuckles and starts gimping back
to the furniture* Not bad. A little sleepy. Figure a warm cup of tea and a soft
kitten is in store this evening.
Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little,
nodding. "Sounds like a plan. And believe me, Rach. Nothing got damaged that
wasn't already there." She shuts the door and moves to follow Rach over to the
couch. "Sorry I haven't been over lately. Been pretty busy."
Rachelle Andrieson: It's not a problem
Michelle. *takes a seat on the couch* I can completely understand.
Michelle Morgan: She sits down next to
Rachelle and shrugs. "Still should have made time. We're supposed to look out
for each other, you know? Thanks for coming by, by the way. I appreciate it."
Rachelle Andrieson: *a little chuckle*
When Sam calls in a panic, I tend to just react. Sorry I couldn't have done
more.
Michelle Morgan: "It was my own dumb
fucking mistake. Had to push just a LIITTLE further..." She sighs.
Michelle Morgan: She looks up, blinking.
"Shit. Driver's still at Abbey's." A mental note is made.
Rachelle Andrieson: The risk you take when
you try to get something done Michelle. *cocks her head* Now you know your
limits though, right?
Michelle Morgan: "Yes. No magic after a
week from utter fucking Hell." She nods sagely. "Got it."
Rachelle Andrieson: And stopping before your
brain goes Three Mile is a good plan too.
Michelle Morgan: "True that." She nods.
"So, how have you been?"
Rachelle Andrieson: *quirks a brow at her*
Again, not bad. You?
Michelle Morgan: "Difference between
'been' and 'are.'" She grins. "I've been..." She sighs. "Fairly bad, I'd
imagine. A little FUBAR-ed. But I'm working on it."
Rachelle Andrieson: Stay away from that magic
shit. Bad news, I tell ya.
Michelle Morgan: "Yeah, but it's a part of
me, Rach." She shrugs. "I can't deny part of who I am. And I can't not help
people if I have the power to do so."
Rachelle Andrieson: Even at the cost of
yourself?
Michelle Morgan: "That's not the magic.
That's my judgment." She smiles a bit at her self-rebuke. "I could as easily
kill myself with a car. But I still drive. I still carry my gun. Hell, my radio
show, my political beliefs, my singing...all of it could cost me myself. It's
just my own judgment that gets in the way."
Whisper: *it resembles a Tribble. but
there are tiny legs under the bit of orange fluff. and big, still-blueish eyes.
and ears, somewhere in all that fur. it toddles out of the bedroom, pausing for
a ferocious stretching yawn*
Rachelle Andrieson: You have to decide
Michelle. Helping others versus taking care of yourself. Which is more
important? Which will be the reason you act in a situation.
Michelle Morgan: "You know me, Rachelle.
What do you think?" She looks down at Whisper and smiles a bit, then looks back
at Rach.
Rachelle Andrieson: You'll sacrifice
yourself to help someone else.
: ((Not if Sam can help it!))
Rachelle Andrieson: ((Shut up army bitch. *L*
Rach is attempting be philosophical here!))
Whisper: mrew? *blinks up at the Stranger
and considers a moment. pats its foot with a dainty paw, and then leaps to get
up on the sofa. claws catching....wriggling to get all the way up. in a most
dignified manner, of course. all cats are always dignified*
Michelle Morgan: "Without a second thought
or regret, beyond the thought that I'd have to wait until my next life to see
Samantha again."
Rachelle Andrieson: *watches the kitten with
a hint of a bemused smile*
Rachelle Andrieson: And leaving Sam in this
life. Alone. I thought you loved her more than that Michelle. *meets the womans
gaze*
Whisper: *that noise was NOT a grunt.
surveys the floor below herself with a queenly air and pads toward Michelle, the
tiny tail held stiffly up in the back. strangers in her domain must be
investigated*
Rachelle Andrieson: *considers renaming the
kitten Diana, the wannabe Queen*
Michelle Morgan: She meets the other's
gaze evenly. "I do. And I want to make this world a better place, a place where
people like her, you, me, the homeless man on the street, the soldiers in Iraq,
and so on, don't have to suffer. I would never want her to be hurt, Rachelle.
But I would never want another one to be, either. And I recognize that while my
death would scar Sam, that scar may...MAY...eventually heal, with the love of
people like you. I would sacrifixce myself BECAUSE I love Sam so much."
Whisper: *sniffs the stranger dubiously.
she has catsmell on her! how rude!*
Michelle Morgan: She looks down at Whisper
and holds a hand out for her to smell.
Rachelle Andrieson: Sam is by far the
strongest person I have ever met. But, she is also the most fragile. Your death
will destroy her. She needs you. Not me, not them, not the homeless man on the
street. You.
Whisper: *ponders, then sniffs the
fingers. more pondering.....well, if she lives with cats, she has a little
taste. bumps her head against Michelle's hand, letting the poor silly thing know
that she may be permitted to pet*
Michelle Morgan: "But she loves me for who
I am, Rachelle. And I am that person who will help the homeless man on the
street, and so on. I'm not going to turn my back on the power I have to help
people because of Fear. That's riding the Passion far too long."
Rachelle Andrieson: I am not telling you to
turn your back on it. Simply be aware that there is someone who relies on you
and needs you.
Michelle Morgan: "I know this, Rachelle.
I'm being...more careful, now. It was just too much, too soon. We've all made
the mistake from time to time."
Rachelle Andrieson: Good. Very glad to
hear it.
Michelle Morgan: "Speaking of magely
stuff. Heads up for your Chantry. I spoke with Dragana last night, of the
Hermetics. Apparently, the Technocracy is gearing up the war again. So be on the
lookout." She sighs a little bit.
Rachelle Andrieson: I'll make sure that the
other deacons are aware.
Whisper: *the stranger can stay for now.
wobbles toward her very own human and clambered into her lap. flopping heavily
against the woman's stomach with a purr*
Rachelle Andrieson: *scritches the little
fuzzball gently*
Michelle Morgan: She watches the woman for
a moment, quietly. ((Per+Emp))
Michelle Morgan:
6,5,4,5,5,7,
Whisper: *oh, that feels good. purrs with
more enthusiasm , shoving her muzzle against Rach's palm to encourage a
chin-scratch. happiness radiating from every fluffy hair. even the ones
decorating Rachelle's lap now*
Rachelle Andrieson: *works that proffered
chin, she's just numb, Michelle's words about the chantry cause a flicker of
doubt?....depression? to cross her face*
Michelle Morgan: She smiles softly. "How
are things going at Ling's anyway?"
Rachelle Andrieson: *shrugs* Fucked if I
know. Ask Marty or Miranda. *focuses on pleasing the little fuzzball in her lap*
Michelle Morgan: A frown of concern. "You
haven't been there at all?"
Whisper: *said fuzzball soaks up the
affection....purring like a mad creature and kneading happily*
Rachelle Andrieson: Stopped by once or twice.
Visited the node and the meditation room. *shrugs and picks the kitten up and
nuzzles her gently*
Michelle Morgan: "How come?"
Whisper: *bumps her tiny head against
Rach's chin and worms her way toward the woman's shoulder*
Rachelle Andrieson: Not needed. The other
deacs can handle it. I am sure I will be told if and when I am needed and what
is expected of me. *smiles at the furball and lets her explore*
Michelle Morgan: "Do you care about what
happens to your Chantry, Rachelle?" She watches the woman calmly.
Rachelle Andrieson: What Chantry? There is no
one there.
Michelle Morgan: "You didn't answer the
question."
Whisper: *perches on her human's shoulder
and carefully wahses her forepaw. and then the tiny muzzle homes in on Rach's
ear*
Rachelle Andrieson: *turns her head to look
at Michelle, moving the ear out of reach for the moment* Of course I do, but not
exactly anything that will happen the other two cannot handle.
Whisper: *a small, aggravated mew. licks
the side of her neck as that tasty ear is out of reach*
Rachelle Andrieson: *shrugs her shoulder to
move the cat tongue*
Michelle Morgan: "I see. Well, if you're
as busy as you must be, then I guess I can understand delegating to your other
two Deacons. What all have you been busy with?"
Whisper: *another aggravated sound. full
of affronted feline dignity, she extends a careful paw toward the back of the
sofa*
Rachelle Andrieson: Staying the fuck out
of the way until something happens that I am needed for. *turns head to stare
across room again*
Michelle Morgan: "You're hiding,
Rachelle." She keeps her gaze on Rach's face. "And I'm very curious as to why."
Whisper: *made it! prowls down the back of
the sofa toward the new human. stalking her prey. wobbling only a very little
bit*
Rachelle Andrieson: Because I can.
Michelle Morgan: "Why do you want to
hide?"
Rachelle Andrieson: Better than being
assraped by this city over and over again.
Michelle Morgan: "What else, besides
Tansy?" Yeah, she knew that's one of them. She'd already broached that issue
with Rachelle once already.
Whisper: *stretches out to sniff at
Michelle's ear*
Rachelle Andrieson: *eyes go flat and she
just stares, jaw clenching*
Michelle Morgan: She waits, patiently, for
the answer. Letting the silence do her work for her, as she watches the woman.
Rachelle Andrieson: Because Michelle. I can.
Michelle Morgan: "That's not an answer to
the question I asked. Besides Tansy, how else has the city wronged you?"
Whisper: *her human does not seem happy.
she needs more cuddling. weebles back down the back of the sofa and attempts to
get back onto Rach's shoulder. lap's not so far away from there*
Rachelle Andrieson: Why do you care? You
going to dash out and fix that too?
Rachelle Andrieson: *absently relocates
kitten to lap*
Michelle Morgan: "Because I want to
know how you have been hurt, Rachelle." Her voice is soft. "If I can help, yes,
I want to. I don't like to see you like this. But knowledge is power. And this
power, while I can't necessarily help everything, can be used to help you." She
smiles, a bit sadly. "Talk to me, hon. It scares me a little that you won't."
Whisper: *purrs loudly and kneads her
human, nuzzling whatever bit happens to be closest*
Rachelle Andrieson: *makes sure nothing
sensitive is near the talons* Knowledge is power. As is trust. And quite
frankly, I am tired of being powerless.
Michelle Morgan: "You don't trust people."
A pause. "Do you trust me?"
Whisper: *mews softly and rubs against
Rach's belly before flopping back down to make bread*
Rachelle Andrieson: *pets the cat* To an
extent. Yes. Do you have any idea why I am so protective of Sam?
Michelle Morgan: "Because you care about
her, and I imagine you identify with her quite a bit."
Rachelle Andrieson: Partially. But for once
in my life, I have found someone that I know will always be there. Always
protect me. Always accept me. No questions asked. And it is easy for me to
return the favor.
Whisper: *must make human happy again.
walks forefeet up Rach's chest, stretching toward her. small furry body pliant
and tursting. purring up at the owman*
Michelle Morgan: "And you don't think I
will do that."
Rachelle Andrieson: *looks down into serious
little kitten face and touches noses to her* I know you wouldn't.
Michelle Morgan: "Why do you know this?"
Michelle Morgan: She's frowning a little,
concerned and maybe a little surprised and hurt.
Whisper: *purrs happioy and nuzzles.
she, like most kittens, is a champion nuzzler*
Rachelle Andrieson: You have shown it.
*glances over briefly* I trusted far too easily in the past. I paid the price
for it. I will not ignore the warning signs again.
Michelle Morgan: "Explain." Her brow
furrows.
Rachelle Andrieson: How about a complete lack
of reaction to your friend being insulted, and assaulted, and obviously being
very upset by it. *nuzzles back, not to shabby for a human*
Whisper: *a tiny, squeaky mew, dropping
back to her lap to walk-rub shakily back and forth, against Rach's tummy*
Rachelle Andrieson: *scritch scritch scritch.....damn...time
to trim the claws*
Whisper: *blinks big blue eyes up at her
very own human. she's almsot as good as a cat. and purrs with far more force
than anythign that small should be able to manage*
Rachelle Andrieson: *a faint smile, no wonder
the little shit has woken her up more than once with that purr*
Michelle Morgan: She blinks, theinking
about it for a long moment, before comprehension dawns, and her face falls.
"Jeff." She sighs. "Rachelle...I'm sorry. I really, really am. I...don't have an
explanation, other then I apparently completely misread the situation. I knew
what Jeff was, based on things he'd said, and I needed to find out what he knew.
I fucked up, but it wasn't out of a lack of caring, it was out of a complete
lack of perception. It wasn't on purpose, I absolutely promise you. I...don't
know what else to say."
Whisper: *flops down on her back, batting
the air toward Rach gently. and still purring lustily*
Rachelle Andrieson: Yeah, I can see how you
would have misread that. *smooths the kittens fur* Shit happens I guess.
Michelle Morgan: She watches the other
woman. "Rachelle...I would like to do something. But I won't do it without your
permission. I want you to understand how I feel, without words. Only true, naked
honesty."
Whisper: *playfully gnaws on her hand for
a moemtn, then lets go. stretching out, trusting, to let Rach pet her tummy*
Rachelle Andrieson: *runs a hand through her
hair, pushing it back from her face* I may understand you, but you can never
understand me.
Rachelle Andrieson: *oh gee...so special, she
has been blessed with kitten tummy*
Michelle Morgan: "I'd like to try, if
you'll let me."
Whisper: *purrs contentedly, happily
nestled in her human's lap*
Rachelle Andrieson: Okay. *shrugs*
Michelle Morgan: She nods, and turns to face Rachelle, legs folding underneath her. She reaches out for the woman's hands, not taking them. Meeting halfway.
Rachelle Andrieson: *reaches out to take
the other womans hands, waiting*
Whisper: *eyes the joined forepaws
curiously, wondering if this needs a sniff or if she can stay in her comfy spot.
purring softly in Rach's lap*
Michelle Morgan: She closes her eyes,
focusing inward, to expand her mind, and begins to sing. Not surprisingly, a
singer/songwriter song. "Adia I do believe I failed you...Adia I know I let you
down...don't you know I tried so hard to love you in my way..it's easy let it
go..." ((Mind 3, Mental Link, 3 rolls. Cha+Performance to lower diff, WP spent
on last two rolls. She wants this link fully open and fighting through the haze
of those drugs))
Michelle Morgan:
3,6,4,
Michelle Morgan: ((Ack, Performance roll
would help))
Michelle Morgan:
6,8,10,2,8,1,3,
Rachelle Andrieson: ((Sorta. lol))
Michelle Morgan:
4,6,7,
Michelle Morgan:
10,5,1,
Michelle Morgan: ((10 successes total. 1
to affect another pattern, 1 for duration of the scene, leaving 8 for effect.
I'd say they are a pretty damn open book to each other.))
Rachelle Andrieson: ((*sniff sniff* I smell
magic cookin.))
Rachelle Andrieson: ((Hmm...only 8 suxx? Is
that the best you could do? lol))
Michelle Morgan: ((Yes, I think you can
roll Per+Aware for this one. Not like Rach won't notice anyway. *G*))
Rachelle Andrieson:
7,7,3,8,9,6,
Rachelle Andrieson: ((Oh yeah....smell magic
cookin.))
Michelle Morgan: ((If you want, Rachelle
can roll WP as a "dodge"))
Rachelle Andrieson: ((ooooooookay
then....mental link...tim to put the unexplainable into words...))
Rachelle Andrieson: ((*snorts* Nah))
Whisper: *doesn't seem to notice, although
the little ears, half-hidden by all that fur, twitch at the singing curiously*
Michelle Morgan: Michelle lets her
feelings flow, gently washing against Rachelle's mind. She's surprisingly numb
herself, and it probably conveys more then she realized she felt. It's over
something Karlos tried to offer her, after she "died" in Tansy's mindscape. It
was meant to help her, but she failed to grasp it, and her failure hurt her
deeply. She's deeply regretful for her inaction, and was being quite honest when
she said that she would do anything for Rachelle. She loves the woman, and feels
a kinship to her, and it's deeply saddening to her that this kinship has been
broken. Of course, her love for Samantha is ever-present. She has a lot of
things on her mind...she's worried about hostility between Sam, Abbey, and
Venus. She's scared as hell about the Marauder in town, and the Technocracy
being active; it reminds her of her parent's death, and she doesn't like to
think of that.
Rachelle Andrieson: Overwhelming emotion
under that skull, the feeling of helplessness is almost crushing, she see's life
through Rach's eyes, the knowledge that if anything goes wrong, you will need
help, that you cannot defend yourself, or even run, you HAVE to rely on others,
it is not an option, it's your life. Underneath that is a deep feeling of
loneliness, grown up alone, raised by a little Chinese woman Daddy hired to take
care of the cripple daughter after her mother died. And a deep seated need for
love, something the woman has apparently given up on. There is a bond between
her and Sam that is almost unexplainable, a confused love for Eddie, and her
feelings towards Michelle are even more confused, she wants to trust, but is
desperately afraid to. And Tansy.....the girl she viewed as a duaghter..the pain
and disappointment, loss, and feelings of abject failure.
Whisper: *rolls back onto her tummy and
kneads her human, watching the pair curiously*
Michelle Morgan: She also feels a great
amount of guilt over Silkie's death...she could have stopped it, but was too
slow. She's still in shock over it...the true grieving hasn't happened, and
she's afraid to allow it to happen. She fears sadness quite deeply...nothing to
her is more frightening then grief. She's also quite hating of Ammon, and she
will not be able to come to terms with Silkie's death until he's dead and in the
ground. Alec floats around in there, too...conflicted feelings. Definite
attraction and repulsion at the same time, though she would never act on either.
She's hesitantly trusting him, and the word "VAMPIRE" is plastered all over
thoughts of him.
Michelle Morgan: ~TP~ "I'm sorry,
Rachelle. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you." It carries the sound of
heartbreaking sincerity.
Rachelle Andrieson: Her feelings of Ammon
are quite the same, with a frustration of being unable to do anything about his
actions towards Sam, and over all, a vague feeling of guilt, guilt towards the
Chantry, guilt towards Sam and Michelle, guilt about her own feelings, and guilt
about her own actions, the remnants of a happy, carefree woman are buried under
the negative emotions racing through her mind, all recent occurances that have
led to a total change in the way this woman even looks at the world.
Rachelle Andrieson: *the tears slip from her
eyes, she stares at their hands* ~TP~ I....I don't know....not anymore. What to
do?
Whisper: *purrs softly and kneads,
blinking up as something wet lands on her*
Michelle Morgan: She shakes her head. ~TP~
"You can't bottle this up, Rachelle. I know it hurts...believe me, I know. You
know that I know. We feel pain keener then anyone else...it's our Passions. But
what you want to be is dying down there. Help me bring her back. I love you, and
I'm so, so worried about you. I want you to be well again, on your own."
Whisper: *jumps as wet lands on her
head. and sneezes as it hits her nose. glares about for the source*
Rachelle Andrieson: *shakes head quickly* ~TP~
No. No more pain. It broke me once, I cannot let it break me again.
Michelle Morgan: ~TP~ "It won't break you.
You're sharing it with me. Together, we can beat it. If you'll let me, I'll
lighten your load. You're letting your Passions ride you, instead of the
reverse. I know how that feels. Let's get the person on the horse, not vice
versa. We can do this, I promise. But I need you to trust me. I won't let either
of us be hurt."
Whisper: *reaches up to pat at Rach's face
lightly, puzzled at the wet from there, of all places*
Rachelle Andrieson: ~TP~ I will take you down
too.
Michelle Morgan: Trust and warmth pierce
through. ~TP~ "No, you won't, Rachelle. You'll keep me up, and I'll keep you up.
We can't keep going like this individually. Together, we can and will beat
this."
Rachelle Andrieson: *sadly, almost
melancholy* ~TP~ Okay Michelle....if you say so.
Michelle Morgan: She takes a deep
breath...this isn't going to be easy. But she's going to try. ((Mind 2, Time 2.
She's travelling back to find a time before Rachelle broke and Michelle was so
hurting, when they were both happy. She has to bypass her time Foci, so she's at
+3 difficulty; spending 3 quint to lower diff back to 5. 2 WP again))
Michelle Morgan:
4,4,4,
Michelle Morgan: ((Well, there's a
beautiful start. Continuing at diff 6))
Michelle Morgan:
4,8,9,
Michelle Morgan:
9,8,10,
Rachelle Andrieson: ((Nice recovery.))
Michelle Morgan: ((I thought so. So 2 succ
total spend for another pattern and a scene, leaving 5. And neither of them are
100 years old, so I think they're good.)) She has picked up singing again,
appropriately enough, Matchbox 20's "Back to Good."
Whisper: *purrs worriedly and settles
down, sitting, to stare up at Rach*
Michelle Morgan: Their minds travel back,
searching for that time before Tansy broke Rachelle, before the guilt crushed
her. It's not perfect happiness--what is? But it's an old Rachelle, a balanced
one. One that's not broken. For Michelle's part her pain fades quickly, though
as it does, she passes through shades of other pain...guilt over Isha's death,
many quick spots of anger...and ever-present is that fear of grief. She
eventually settles on that spot when she first met Samantha and Rachelle, and
found kinship in the two of them. Things were good, then.
Michelle Morgan: Her lips curve upward,
as a reminiscent smile becomes stronger, experiencing this feelings. She lets
the effect hang there, filling their minds. She takes a deep breath. ~TP~ "Last
step. Are you ready?" She's nervous, but there's no turning back now. Just
plunge ahead, make it work. She waits on Rachelle's say-so.
Rachelle Andrieson: ~TP~ Okay.
Whisper: *other than blinking slowly and
breathing, the kitten doesn't move*
Michelle Morgan: ~TP~ "Okay." She shifts
tunes, flawlessly, into one of her own creations, one that touched her very
deeply. ((The one about Sam, for reference; can't find the lyrics.)) In the same
time, she leans forward, slowly, making her intentions known as she moves to
press her lips against the other womans. ((Mind 3, Prime 2. Using the old
feelings as a template, she's going to transmute their current negative feelings
into positive ones, to try and take the emotions themselves (not thoughts) and
convert them. Using Singing Focus; Prime Focus covered by the kiss. 3 rolls,
last 2 WP being spent here. Sam's gonna kill her if this doesn't work and she
comes home will-less.))
Rachelle Andrieson:
((*blinks....reads...blinks...rereads.....goes for more caffeine*))
Rachelle Andrieson: *returns the kiss....is
almost a zombie*
Michelle Morgan: ((Oh, technically, that
last one was +1 diff for extra effect, and this is +2. Hopes for a good singing
roll and praises Performance Aptitude))
Michelle Morgan:
8,6,2,7,8,8,3,
Whisper: *seems to find this whole
pressing of muzzles together utterly fascinating. although she scoots a bit
closer to Rach's body*
Michelle Morgan:
8,2,3,
Michelle Morgan:
1,2,4,
Michelle Morgan: ((WP NOT SPENT YET!
SPENDING NOW!))
Rachelle Andrieson: ((Wuss. lol.
C'mon...BOTCH THAT ROLL! lol.))
Michelle Morgan: ((Oh, wait. HAD spent a
WP on that roll. So just a failed roll.))
Michelle Morgan: ((So last roll at +1
difficulty))
Michelle Morgan:
7,6,7,
Michelle Morgan: ((So total of 5
successes. This is instant, so 1 success for extra pattern, for for transumitng
the emotions. *Pulls self from ceiling and relaxes. She covers those bad rolls
with good comebacks.))
Rachelle Andrieson: ((*snickerfits*))
Whisper: ((*L* yay, Michelle!))
Michelle Morgan: It's not perfectly as
successful as she would like, but it wipes a good portion of that overwhelming
guilt, fear, and sadness from both of them. And as soon as the transmutation of
emotions is done, she very nearly collapses from sheer exhaustion, into
Rachelle's arms, letting the second effect fade away. The mindlink remains.
Rachelle Andrieson: *catches the woman as
best she can, holding her, blinking rapidly*
Whisper: *mews, startled, and hops back.
off the sofa, of course. luckily, kittens landing on soft carpets when falling
off sofas just get offended*
Michelle Morgan: "You're...telling
Sam...this one...was justified..." Without the force of will required for much
control, she both says it and sends it mentally, as she rests against Rachelle.
"So she doesn't...kick...my ass."
Rachelle Andrieson: Yeah...okay. *nods* Just
stay still for a while and rest.
Whisper: *tiny tail lashing. why is this
stranger getting pets when she is not? perhaps she'd best get back up there and
look MORE cute*
Michelle Morgan: "Yeah...yeah. Rest is
good." She sighs deeply, arms coming up to hug the other woman. "I really am
sorry, Rachelle," she murmurs. "I was a total idiot."
Rachelle Andrieson: It's okay. You're a
blonde, it's expected once in a while. *hugs the woman*
Whisper: *climbs back up and into Rach's
lap. snuggling close. at least this stranger makes things even warmer*
Michelle Morgan: "Fair enough." She
shuts her eyes. "I...um...hate to impose...but you wouldn't happen to have any
alcohol left over from your pre-medicaton days?"
Rachelle Andrieson: Of course I do. What are
you lookin for?
Michelle Morgan: "Just...something.
Anything's good. I need a good, strong drink."
Rachelle Andrieson: *lays the woman back and
rises, grabbing up the cane and heading for the kitchen, comes back a minute
later with about have a bottle of tequila and a glass, she sits and pours one*
Here.....
Whisper: *is not happy to be moved,
grooming a tiny paw furiously. she was just getting comfy for a nice nap*
Rachelle Andrieson: *poor mistreated
feline.....*
Whisper: *giving Rach SUCH a forlorn and
hurt look from big, baby blue eyes. the tiniest of peeping mews*
Michelle Morgan: "You're my hero." She
takes the glass from her and takes a good long drink. "Thank you."
Rachelle Andrieson: *sloshes the bottle* No
problem. Bought this nasty mexican piss for you anyways. *leans over and kisses
the womans forehead, then picks up the kitten and settles it between them* So
enjoy it. Cause you are not leaving for a while.
Whisper: *now she's happier. purrs and
snuggles up to Rach*
Michelle Morgan: She grins a little bit.
"What, no driving for me tonight? I think I can still blow a legal alcohol level
right now..." She chuckles a little bit, cradling the glass. "They don't test
for mental drunkenness, right?"
Rachelle Andrieson: No, they don't.
*chuckles* but you are not going anywhere until you sleep a little.
Whisper: *slowly begins to doze. Evan was
right. she does snore when she sleeps on her back*
Michelle Morgan: "That works for me." She
nods a little, then takes another drink from the glass. "How are you feeling?"
She could just check, but she wants her hear her say it.
Rachelle Andrieson: I'm....better. *gives a
little frown* I need to get my mind wrapped around it, but better.
Michelle Morgan: "I'm just glad I
helped." She nods a little bit...she feels the same way. It's a strange sort of
feeling...remniscent and yet new. And to have the same thoughts, but not feel so
sad or guilty about them so suddenly. It's real, though.
Rachelle Andrieson: Thank you, Michelle.
Michelle Morgan: "Of course, Rachelle."
She smiles lazily to the other woman. "I'm here to help. Let's just not make a
habit of this being broken thing, okay?"
Rachelle Andrieson: Oh why not? It was so
much fun. The drinking, the drugs, the intense physical and mental exhaustion.
We should do this once a month.
Michelle Morgan: "I'd give you a dirty
look, but I don't think I have the energy to." She chuckles a little, then sighs
Rachelle Andrieson: *pets the woman in much
the same way she was petting the kitten* Get some sleep.
Michelle Morgan: She nods and smiles. "I
will. Call Sam for me, tell her I'm not comin' home until later tonight? Sleep
goooood...."
Rachelle Andrieson: I will. Once you are nice
and passed out, I will tell her.
Michelle Morgan: "Okay." She takes a good,
long drink, finishing off the glass, and sets it down before cruling up on the
couch. "Love you, Rachelle."
Rachelle Andrieson: *lays the womans head
in her lap* Love you too Michelle. Good night.
Whisper: *is fast asleep, likely tucked
soemwhere near Michelle's head by now*
Michelle Morgan: And she doesn't take long
to fall asleep, resting peacefully.
Rachelle Andrieson: *watches the woman sleep
before making the call to Sam*
Samantha Jacobs: And not long after that
roll, the military woman slips in quietly.
Samantha Jacobs: ((roll=call))
Rachelle Andrieson: *asleep on the couch,
Michelle's head in lap, a little puffball curled up in between them*
Samantha Jacobs: Some of her paranoia
slides down a notch. Stroking the kitten in her coat pocket, she steps quietly
through the partment to find blankets for them both.
Rachelle Andrieson: *eyes flutter open and
she speaks softly* You know, you keep sneaking through my house I am going to
think you are a burglar and pop a cap in yo ass. *tired little smile*
Michelle Morgan: She shifts a little,
muttering slightly as she does so.
Rachelle Andrieson: *smooths the womans hair*
Samantha Jacobs: It takes a little
hunting. And gentle shushing of the mewing kitten in her coat. But she returns
with blankets, and carefully lays one over Rachelle, and then one over Michelle.
Only then does she allow herself to slide into a seat. Her voice is a low
murmur. "Gotta learn how to shoot first..."
Rachelle Andrieson: I'm a crack shot. This is
all a disguise. I am a professional sniper.
Samantha Jacobs: She smiles faintly to
Rach, though worry slides behind her gaze. "Sneaky wench."
Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little at
the blanket, pulling it around her a little as she sleeps. She says something
that sounds like "Thangyuswee-e" and settles in.
Rachelle Andrieson: *smirks at her* Luckily,
I am only here to shoot the president of Somalia. As long as you don't tell
anyone, I can let you live. *nods sagely*
Samantha Jacobs: She pulls out Hope to
hold her, and then slides on the floor, scootching closer to both women. Her
lanky form makes her position look awkward. "I won't tell anyone."
Rachelle Andrieson: We thank you. *smiles at
her* This...*glances down at Michelle* Is your spot. Want me to move?
Samantha Jacobs: She shakes her head,
voice still low. "No, s'fine."
Rachelle Andrieson: If you are sure. *gives a
little smile* How are you doing beautiful?
Samantha Jacobs: She raises an eyebrow
faintly at the term beautiful, but let's it go for now. She gazes over Rachelle,
and then Michelle, and then looks down to Hope, slowly petting her. "Doing
okay."
Rachelle Andrieson: Good. *smiles warmly*
Samantha Jacobs: She pauses, and then
scootches closer still to both women. Protectivly.
Rachelle Andrieson: *gestures the woman
closer and smooths her hair once within reach*
Samantha Jacobs: One hand holding Hope,
she slides an arm around Rachelle. As close as she can be to both women without
waking Michelle. Eyes close as her hair is smoothed.
Michelle Morgan: She sighs a little,
happily, as if she seems to know Sam is closer. She even shifts closer on the
couch to the edge, toward where Sam is sitting.
Rachelle Andrieson: *smiles and sooths the
woman, no need to be tense, all is well*
Samantha Jacobs: Settling the sleepy
kitten in her lap, a hand rests on Michelle's blanket. She has to be close to
both of them. It's just right that way.
: ((*L* no squishing the evil mutant
dustbunny! *G*))
Rachelle Andrieson: If you want, we can wake
her, and take her in to bed.
Michelle Morgan: She maks a small happy
sound as Sam rests her hand on the blanket. "Luv yoo..."
Samantha Jacobs: "No." A faint murmur.
"Here... here's fine."
Samantha Jacobs: A soft 'heh' from her at
Michelle's words. "I know... me too. Both of you."
Rachelle Andrieson: *softly* She knows Sam.
We both do.
Samantha Jacobs: A little nod, gently
squeezing Rach.
Michelle Morgan: "Mmmhmm."
Rachelle Andrieson: *pets the two women,
ignoring the snoring kitten*
Samantha Jacobs: She's good with the
petting, the arm still loosely around Rach. Her own kitten dead asleeep in her
lap. It's... right. It's simply right.
Rachelle Andrieson: Well this is a fucked up
family unit....*glances around the little group with a smile* I got dibs on mom.
Samantha Jacobs: "You're a good mom." She
whispers. She curls herself a little tigher, a little closer.
Michelle Morgan: Her eyelides flutter a
bit, waking just a tiny bit. "But mom...I don' wanna go to school today..."
Rachelle Andrieson: Why thank you Sam. You
two better not be an closer than cousins, or that could just be wrong. *grins
and pats Michelle's cheek* They cancelled school today honey. Go back to sleep.
Samantha Jacobs: She smiles a little,
opening one eye to look at Rachelle, and then over at the sleepy Michelle.
Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little
dopily in half-sleep. "Good. I hope you don't mind, I snuck my girlfriend
in...ground us and send us to our room?"
Rachelle Andrieson: *gives a little wink at
Sam*
Rachelle Andrieson: *scratches her chin at
that one* I think you need to be punished. You two, go to my room.
Samantha Jacobs: She smiles a little at
the both of them, ducking her head with a small chuckle.
Michelle Morgan: "Hmmmm." It's a sound of
dopey, amused happiness. Hey, give her some credit, she's still half-awake. "Okie."
Samantha Jacobs: "Sleep." A soft murmur, a
gentle pat of the hand.
Rachelle Andrieson: Good girls. Off to bed
with you both. Chop chop.
Michelle Morgan: She nods a little. "Mmkay."
She gets up, slowly, and starts to make a plodding walk out of the living room.
Bed over couch...there's no contest there. More people can cuddle on the bed.
Bed more comfy. Bed wins hands-down.
Samantha Jacobs: She scoops up Hope,
clambering back up, and then holds out a hand to Rachelle.
Rachelle Andrieson: *blinks up at Sam* What?
*smiles* You two go ahead now.
Samantha Jacobs: "We're not going to
ditch you." She murmurs, hand still extended.
Rachelle Andrieson: *takes the hand and rises
to her feet, grabbing her cane* It's my house, not like you can ditch me.
Michelle Morgan: She stops at the door and
turns around, swaying a little. "Rachelle...c'mon. I'm to tired to pick you up
n' carry you."
Michelle Morgan: ((carry you kickin' and
screaming))
Samantha Jacobs: She shakes her head,
helping to steady Rachelle. "You come too." A murmur, and once close enough, a
hand reaches out to steady the swaying Michelle too.
Rachelle Andrieson: Get to bed. I am on the
way. *heads for the bedroom*
Samantha Jacobs: She keeps an' eye on
Rachelle (little paranoid wench she is), and helps to get Michelle in the
bedroom, and to the bed.
Michelle Morgan: A nod, and she smiles,
moving into the bedroom. Sleep. Sleep gooooooooood.....
Rachelle Andrieson: *waits til everyone is
in bed and then slides in next to someone, letting Sam curl up against Michelle*
Samantha Jacobs: She carefully sets her
coat aside so the kitten doesn't go squish, and then settles inbetween both
women, keeping them close. A hand on either.
Whsiper: *eventually comes in and finds a
place on a pillow. and even lets the strange kitten find a place, so long as
it's not by Rachelle's head*
Michelle Morgan: She's perfectly content,
curled up. She'll sleep very peacefully tonight.
Rachelle Andrieson: *nope, Whisper has
dibs on Rach who is curled up against Samantha*
Samantha Jacobs: No, the strange kitten
remains flopped in the coat she was placed in. Its warm, and it smells
familiar... and she's too tiny to get onto the bed.
Samantha Jacobs: Sam herself is always in
contact with both women... and for once falls into a blessedly dreamless sleep.
Rachelle Andrieson: *Does her usual Rach
thing, completely crashes for about an hour or two and then wakes up and watches
the other two dream*
Michelle Morgan: ((Aaaaand Fade))