Logs:Personal Choices
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| RL Date: 15 June, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, Paislie |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Dee apologizes to Paislie for her over-zealousness in the barracks. Paislie is wise beyond her turns. |
| Where: Residents' Room, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Eadgyd/Mentions, Jemizen/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, Nasci/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated! |
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| "I'm sorry, Pais," Dee offers the older girl with true penitence in her expression. It took some doing, some bargaining of chores that would make Dee's day after Nasci's arrival a long one, but she managed to find out where Paislie was working that day and to get herself paired with the girl in changing the bed linens for the elderly of the Weyr. It was small talk only, and not much of that, until the girls arrived in their first room of the morning, the pair of occupants already out and about. It isn't until they're at opposite ends with the used linens already stripped and the fresh spread between them that Dee makes this offering. What follows is a rush, "I hate that Eadgyd was right, but you should-- I wouldn't ever want my brother to-- Do you think Lilah would understand?" The failed expressions culminate in the question and the meeker, "I don't want to cost you everything," and the even quieter correction: "anything." Paislie hasn't been especially forthcoming with small talk with Dee, or anyone as usual, and being in a room with just the two of them doesn't seem as though it will help her be anymore so. "It's my decision," is what she finally says. But then she adds, "She's not right, though. I barely know my sister anymore. And wanting to help people who need it shouldn't be enough to ruin your relationship with someone who's supposed to love you, anyway. If she finds out and wants to send me back to my hus-- home, that's on her." "I know it's yours, Pais," Dee doesn't and wouldn't challenge that, so her tone says. "I don't think it should make her hate you; it wouldn't make Jem hate me, but it might make things bad between us for a time. It would probably suck. Is that... I mean, I don't want us caught. It should just be-- just enough to help them get by. To try to make sure no one dies." It's a quiet, seething thing that comes next, "I can't believe no one's doing anything. What the shell is wrong with Fortians? Why don't they care for their own?" It's not really a question for Paislie. "It's enough to make me not want to Stand anymore. To have to be part of a place that sits idly by while their beholden areas starve?" Nevermind the not insignificant labor support the Weyr has given to those beholden areas that have asked. People who seem upset or angry or otherwise unpredictably emotional are not really Paislie's favorite sorts of people. She eyes Dee uncertainly as she tucks a bit of sheet under the mattress. "Maybe they can't. They still have to take care of themselves. And they wouldn't turn away anyone who came here, I expect." Leave it to Paislie to be practical about this. Hazel eyes lift to Paislie's face when she speaks and when Dee asks her, "Do you think we should do this?" she seems to be looking for an honest answer. "I wouldn't have agreed to help if I didn't think you should," says Paislie without having to give it much consideration. "Don't worry about me, anyway. Lilah will understand why I wanted to help. It's you and your friends you should be worried about." Dee's dark-haired head bobs once in acceptance. She won't ask again, but she had to ask the once. "I'm worried about them," the girl sighs softly. "Not so much me, but them. I'm not the right person to do this. To plan this. I don't know what I'm doing. I could probably follow instructions, but I'm making it up as I go along," she confesses. "I'll get the right help though, I can ask-" she breaks off, shaking her head a moment later. "She won't send you away, will she?" Dee asks with concern, changing the subject. "The people who are good at planning crimes usually have better things to do than help the unfortunate," says Paislie, offering Dee the very hint of a smile before she's shaking her head. "I don't think so. Not home, anyway. And I guess I'm okay going anywhere else if that's what she thinks is best." "You could always come to Southern, with me and Jem, if it comes to it," Dee offers to the redhead as if she has say in where the criminals go if they get caught. She leans to tuck the sheet properly on her side before straightening. "I hope it's not worse than that. But we won't take much," or so she plans, "and maybe it will be alright in the end," she hopes. "I think Southern would be nice," Paislie admits. "It's far away. I've never been to a proper beach. Are they as nice as they make them sound?" Whoever they are. "If it's something you're set on doing, though, I wouldn't worry too much about the consequences until you have to deal with them. It helps you think more clearly, I think." As though she has some experience in this sort of thing. "Never?" Dee is distracted by this, though she must have heard the rest about consequences, for there's a little nod. But who wants to linger on consequences when one can talk about: "Beaches are the best." The Southerner sounds passionate about it. "Especially the warm ones. I'm told there are cold ones up north." She wrinkles her nose as if such things have no right to exist in a civilized world. "We could go," she decides. "They're doing this list thing, and the winner-- whoever does the most and most quickly, gets two days off and transport to the location of their choice. If I won, maybe you could come." There's a beat and then, "If you were a candidate, we could both win, and go together." It's not really a persuasion this time, and she doesn't linger on it, evidently ready to get back to the work at hand and to regale Paislie with some of her best beach stories as they do. There's a sound of agreement more than anything. Paislie glances at Dee again when she mentions being a candidate, but her only answer to that is a noncommittal, "Soon, I think." She's quite content to get back to work, however, and Dee talking about anything but what they were just discussing is very nice, indeed. |
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