[MoM][IC Contact]

[pummelgranite]

"Persephone. Speak."

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[pummelgranite]

Wow, that sounds really bad. [ No, it doesn't. Is she even trying? ]



Anyway, it was since I arrived here. He was basically the first person I ran into.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Hm. [He isn't going to force feelings onto her. Easier, and probably kinder, to spare the details of Rincewind's trauma suffered.]

Did you sense anything about him? Given your... Thing.

[pummelgranite]

"Sense?" Seriously? [ She sighs. ]


He exists in a hell with no hope for escape. His existence is one of suffering with no end: a sentence which can never be pardoned or paroled or served in full, a soul that will find mercy nowhere in heaven or earth.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, that's all. [It was actually kind of reassuring.] I was worried for a moment.

[Chilton had, after all, more than a couple years' experience with that type.]

You like him?

[pummelgranite]

[ He wont see it over the phone line, but her lips curl into the hint of a smile. what else to do when faced with that kind of bullshit? ]

He's alright.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Fair enough.

[Pretty cut and dry. She was stand-offish, and he expected as much.

Beyond the ruse was this fact: she was still taking his calls. He wasn't sure how he felt about her little underworld escapade, but for all intents and purposes... Well, she hadn't seemed malicious. She was experimental, and he liked that about her.]

And you? You're doing fine?

[pummelgranite]

[ Yeah, about that... Theres a long silence. ]

What is this?

[ Its not accusatory at least, for all irs bluntness ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

A conversation?

[Easy way out was always claiming Occam's.]

[pummelgranite]

Uh-huh, but why?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Because people care about your well-being?

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh.


I'm not your patient, Chilton.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Not officially.]

I would consider you my friend. [A beat.] Warm acquaintance?

[pummelgranite]

[ There's a long beat while she processes that. ]


You seriously just called me to chat?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[A beat.]

Has no one ever done that for you before?

[pummelgranite]

I'm a Millennial. We text.

[slightlyoffchilt]

So you prefer that I text you to check in for next time?

[Next time.]

[pummelgranite]

Not really my point.

[slightlyoffchilt]

It's only a gesture of thought and concern. You needn't feel insecure about it.

[pummelgranite]

Excuse me?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, so are we not going to talk about that?

[pummelgranite]

Uh, no, we are fucking not.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Spoken quickly, all in one breath, like he's trying to say it before she does something:] Because people can and will enjoy your company without anything bad necessarily happening to them as consequence.

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh. Wanna elaborate, there?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I think you like to appear disinterested in intimate connections for fear of your company suffering some terrible fate simply due to the so-called sin of associating with you.

Which is, of course, a harmful burden for you to carry.

[pummelgranite]

[ Wow. Ask an ill-advised question, get an ill-advised answer. She snorts. ]


Your definition of friendly chat sucks.