It was a few years ago, I would hope by now all of my present blood is entirely my own. But for a while yes, I had someone else's blood.
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You know, I do not actually want you to move out when we return to Lundegaard. You can continue to stay in my house. I was sleeping in the barn before our mission, so you're not inconveniencing Ophelia.
Ah, so that is why you have had hay in your hair lately. I thought maybe you were going there to meet someone. But it is okay. I will find somewhere else to stay, I won’t camp. You are being kind but I have overstayed my welcome.
To be frank with you, I felt like the entire experience of being electrocuted filled me with the Holy Spirit. But my mother hated when I said that.
I mean I am asking you to stay. That is my preference. Unless you no longer want to. [...] Also I am going to pretend as though you did not insinuate you thought I would stoop to [...] barnyard follies. I am 31. I comport myself with control like all other grown-ups. Please.
When I had Black Fever for the first time, I had a similar thought. I imagined something purifying was burning me clean from the inside.
[…] No, it is not that I don’t want to stay. Only that I cannot let you sleep in the barn. And I was not meaning to be judgmental. People respond in all sorts of ways when they are confronted with their own mortality.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you, Margarita Son, are projecting. So if you'd like to confront your mortality on a nightly basis elsewhere, don't let me stop you. But I don't mind the barn.
You were bitten before I was. You should have been worrying about yourself. And if you aren't being funny, why am I now laughing?
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A rhetorical question. Do you feel the lucidity of rage or should I take a different tack? That was a genuine laugh, by the way. It's a bit funny to message you in silence, directly opposite your cot.
John gets up from his cot and walks carefully over to Maggie’s. He’s stymied for a moment when he realizes there is no convenient place to sit next to her.
“Please move. Thank you.”
Awkwardly, without ceremony, he sits on the edge of her cot.
“I have ‘Does he really like you?’, ‘Are you insecure?’, ‘Are you a sucker?’, ‘Is it like, lust, or love?’, and ‘Are you cool with your mom?’”
Maggie opens one eye and peeks out to assess the quality of John’s indignation. She determines that he doth protest just the right amount for someone who is telling the truth.
“Alright, alright. I believe you. Let’s find out if I am a sucker, I guess.”
“A guy you have never spoken to in your life asks to borrow five bucks. You say: - Back off, punk! - Is it an emergency? How do I know I will ever get it back? -Sure. But I only have a ten. Pay me back when you get the chance.”
“Ah, this is hard already.” Maggie puts her hand over her closed eyes, ostensibly to help her concentrate. “The second option is the closest to right, I think. I would not care about getting the money back but I would want to know what I was getting myself wrapped up in before giving it.”
“Next question. As you walk into homeroom, you hear your ‘friend’ telling someone you're a slut. She sees you and immediately says: ‘Oh, I didn't--um... It's not what you think.’
You reply: - Then what is it? Are you mad at me? - Oh, thats a relief. I must have misheard you. - Backstabber! I can't believe I ever thought you were my friend.”
[OOC: Here is the quiz for reference or if you wanna skip ahead/just get her result.]
Edited (This would have been smarter to do before…) 2024-11-16 00:42 (UTC)
Maggie sits up a little and says this firmly. She would like to believe this about herself and feels that asserting it as fact might make it true, although past evidence suggests otherwise. In her teens and again in her late twenties, she was excised from her friend group with little warning. She is not exactly sure why this happened but she suspects it has something to do with unsanctioned sluttiness. She will never know for sure though, because she never asked. She just let herself be pushed out.
"Or maybe I would just let her know that we are no longer friends with a cold shoulder."
John squints, scrunching his nose thoughtfully—he wants to pause here, dig into why Maggie sat up and why her demeanor seemed to change slightly. But there is more quiz to go.
“A large envelope with ‘YOU'VE WON 10 MILLION DOLLARS!’ on it arrives in your mailbox. You:
-jump in the car and head to the mall--that 1,000-CD changer will finally be yours! - toss it unopened into the garbage. - open it to find out how you really win.”
“The new boy at school, named John Hwang, offers to drive you home from tennis practice. On the highway, the cop pulls you over. As the officer approaches the car, John Hwang freaks and demands your license, since he doesn't have one yet. You:
- grab it from your wallet, hand it over and hide your face in your hair. - lie and say, ‘I don't have it on me. Just stay calm and tell the officer you're sorry.’ - say, ‘Here, officer’ and hand John Hwang over to the authorities.”
If it was John's intention to derail her from her confidently milquetoast speed run straight through this quiz, he is successful in doing so. Maggie is a little annoyed to realize that her answer does change if she imagines a teenage John frantically asking for her license versus just any old Unnamed New Boy.
"I would help you. Although I do not know what good my license would do you. I am 5'6" and a woman."
He cannot completely repress a small, pleased smile.
“I had longer hair when I was younger. Next question.
Every night this week, the people you babysit for have begged you to stay an extra hour because they must work late. When he comes home at 7 PM with shopping bags and she follows smelling of alcohol, you:
- decide you'd better permanently cancel you 6:30 dance class. - tell them your evening schedule and renegotiate your hours. - scream, ‘Thats it--I quit!’”
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You know, I do not actually want you to move out when we return to Lundegaard. You can continue to stay in my house. I was sleeping in the barn before our mission, so you're not inconveniencing Ophelia.
DM, 11/12
Ah, so that is why you have had hay in your hair lately. I thought maybe you were going there to meet someone. But it is okay. I will find somewhere else to stay, I won’t camp. You are being kind but I have overstayed my welcome.
DM, 11/12
I mean I am asking you to stay. That is my preference. Unless you no longer want to. [...] Also I am going to pretend as though you did not insinuate you thought I would stoop to [...] barnyard follies. I am 31. I comport myself with control like all other grown-ups. Please.
DM, 11/12
[…] No, it is not that I don’t want to stay. Only that I cannot let you sleep in the barn. And I was not meaning to be judgmental. People respond in all sorts of ways when they are confronted with their own mortality.
DM, 11/12
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you, Margarita Son, are projecting. So if you'd like to confront your mortality on a nightly basis elsewhere, don't let me stop you. But I don't mind the barn.
DM, 11/12
You, John Hwang, are the one doing a funny sort of projecting.
DM, 11/12
You’re the one who’s funny.
DM, 11/12
I am not being funny.
DM, 11/12
[...]
A rhetorical question. Do you feel the lucidity of rage or should I take a different tack? That was a genuine laugh, by the way. It's a bit funny to message you in silence, directly opposite your cot.
DM, 11/12
We are having a private conversation.
[…]
I still feel crazy. But that is better than feeling nauseous and fatigued, I suppose.
DM, 11/12
I can read you a Seventeen magazine quiz if you’d like to feel crazy in a different way.
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“Please move. Thank you.”
Awkwardly, without ceremony, he sits on the edge of her cot.
“I have ‘Does he really like you?’, ‘Are you insecure?’, ‘Are you a sucker?’, ‘Is it like, lust, or love?’, and ‘Are you cool with your mom?’”
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“You are being mean.”
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“These are the quizzes.”
He brandishes the magazine at her. The cover, which had featured Taylor Lautner, is missing.
“I cannot make this up.”
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“Alright, alright. I believe you. Let’s find out if I am a sucker, I guess.”
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“A guy you have never spoken to in your life asks to borrow five bucks. You say:
- Back off, punk!
- Is it an emergency? How do I know I will ever get it back?
-Sure. But I only have a ten. Pay me back when you get the chance.”
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John raises an eyebrow, smiles.
“Next question. As you walk into homeroom, you hear your ‘friend’ telling someone you're a slut. She sees you and immediately says: ‘Oh, I didn't--um... It's not what you think.’
You reply:
- Then what is it? Are you mad at me?
- Oh, thats a relief. I must have misheard you.
- Backstabber! I can't believe I ever thought you were my friend.”
[OOC: Here is the quiz for reference or if you wanna skip ahead/just get her result.]
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Maggie sits up a little and says this firmly. She would like to believe this about herself and feels that asserting it as fact might make it true, although past evidence suggests otherwise. In her teens and again in her late twenties, she was excised from her friend group with little warning. She is not exactly sure why this happened but she suspects it has something to do with unsanctioned sluttiness. She will never know for sure though, because she never asked. She just let herself be pushed out.
"Or maybe I would just let her know that we are no longer friends with a cold shoulder."
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“A large envelope with ‘YOU'VE WON 10 MILLION DOLLARS!’ on it arrives in your mailbox. You:
-jump in the car and head to the mall--that 1,000-CD changer will finally be yours!
- toss it unopened into the garbage.
- open it to find out how you really win.”
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"Throw it away, of course. Money like that comes with problems."
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“The new boy at school, named John Hwang, offers to drive you home from tennis practice. On the highway, the cop pulls you over. As the officer approaches the car, John Hwang freaks and demands your license, since he doesn't have one yet. You:
- grab it from your wallet, hand it over and hide your face in your hair.
- lie and say, ‘I don't have it on me. Just stay calm and tell the officer you're sorry.’
- say, ‘Here, officer’ and hand John Hwang over to the authorities.”
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"I would help you. Although I do not know what good my license would do you. I am 5'6" and a woman."
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“I had longer hair when I was younger. Next question.
Every night this week, the people you babysit for have begged you to stay an extra hour because they must work late. When he comes home at 7 PM with shopping bags and she follows smelling of alcohol, you:
- decide you'd better permanently cancel you 6:30 dance class.
- tell them your evening schedule and renegotiate your hours.
- scream, ‘Thats it--I quit!’”
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