If you mean have I restocked my minibar, emptied it and had to refill it twice since Wednesday the answer would be a yes. ["""Recovered."""] What about you? How's the smartest person I know holding up with our introduction to the other side of the looking glass?
[It's a bit shallow, but after the worst five days in recent memory, she's pleased by that compliment.]
I've spent two days running around trying to make sense of it. I've ruled out some things that aren't likely explanations, but . . . that isn't the same as understanding it.
. . . I drank during all that mess, if you want to know the truth.
I'd never dissuade you from the adult solution, hunny. Want to be a little more daring and discuss this over dinner now that I can't wear the shrimp like sleeping bags?
By the way I've never had an height complex, but I'm considering buying platform shoes after too many days of the kitchen cabinets looking as surmountable as Everest.
I'll be wearing the highest heels I own, rest assured-- which means yes, that sounds lovely, thank you. I have a few things I'd rather discuss in person anyway. When do you want to go?
Have a press meeting at 4. Could take a while. I'll swing by and pick you up at 6. Hope you like Chinese.
[And at six he'll be outside her place in an aston martin, surprisingly and sensibly black for the occasion. A week of sheeple telling him everyone's always been six inches, does he need a xanax has maybe tempered his usual need to be flashy and noticed everywhere he goes. Temporarily, anyway. Not really a cure for "asshole".]
[She dresses up far, far nicer than take-out requires, but Rosalind's been wearing the same dress for a week. She's exhausted and irritated and (beneath it all) a bit scared, and dressing up and going out with a friend seems a wonderful counter to that.
So: heels, a dress, and some bright red lipstick to complete the ensemble. She also has a bag, a large bulky thing that clinks in an alarmingly familiar way.]
[Some things never change, but today of all days, Rosalind is grateful for it. Sliding into his car, she settles her bag of bottles on her lap and waits for him to slip in beside her.]
Yeah, Seto's heard the song blaring through Tony's phone from inside the building, and the ringtone blares for at least a minute considering that that's the amount of time it takes for Seto to manage to push the door open wide enough to slip through the glass door without getting crushed.
"You cannot actually be serious." It's said as loudly as he possibly can the minute that Tony is in earshot and he's certain that whatever he's going to say isn't going to be drowned out by Obnoxious Ringtones. "Pink? Glitter? Seriously?"
Apparently Tony also has shitty taste in car colours too.
But then again, that is his only ride to their destination, considering that he's six inches tall and there's no way he's going to be able to drive his Veyron to the studio in this state.
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Tony lowers his sunglasses —they're actually frames he stole off an action figure with tinted saran wrap glued over the empty lenses desperate times— to look at Seto. "Are you insulting Barbie's look? Woman's only been a leader in the doll market since 1959; give her some respect."
But now that Seto's out here... He does at least turn off the music and put his phone away. Leaning over he pushes the passenger side door open and lifts an eyebrow. Getting in, Champ?
[Tony sees the text. But he doesn't reply right away. He's busy. What he should do is not reply at all. But that's giving Jack far too much emotional investment. So instead he gets a reply. When Tony has time for him which isn't immediately seeing as Jack's on the bottom of his list.]
Look. What I did... I don't know what I did. I don't know where that shit came from. Here's a helpful hint, since you'll probably never talk to me again after this: those memories you're getting? Yeah, they're memories. And whoever the other version of you is, he's going to start bleeding into you, so be ready for it. I think me and this one kid are the only ones experiencing it right now, but it'll come to you too.
If you've ever had any idea at all of who I am, you know I wouldn't do that to you. You're a pain in the ass, but you
whatever it doesn't matter you probably don't give a shit anyway. You know I respect her too much to want to hurt you for real.
[ Ughhhhh this fucking disgusting apology text. It feels more like a confession, like Tony's earned a head's up whether he appreciates it or not. ]
[Before the mention of Sofia would have gotten to him. Made him shove aside his issues and get on the cooperation train as always. But if there's one thing Tony doesn't let slide it's betrayal. For, doubtless, the obvious reason. Again there's no immediate response, but at least this time it's only an hour or so as Tony delves into his home bar. Only when he's enjoying his second drink does he bother picking his phone back up.]
It's fine. Shit happens.
And I've known about the personality distortions for a few days. You're not the only ones. Though I wouldn't suggest picking a fight with my alter ego; he's a James Bond knockoff.
It's not, and pretending it is makes for a really crappy coping mechanism, Tony. Put down the drink, that's crappy coping mechanism #2.
My other self is a goddamn psychopath, bee tee dubs. That's where that attack came from. You scared me and I reacted like he would've - I wasn't gonna hurt you, I just wanted to scare you back. I guess I did it a little too well. I know you won't take my calls, so imagine me sounding genuine when I say I'm sorry. Because I honestly am.
Yup! Done groveling. Forgive me or don't. Call me if you want. Not gonna stalk you like that one chick who always wants extra special long hugs at your book signings.
I'll see you around, Tony.
[ Just because he's remorseful doesn't mean he isn't glad to have it over with. Not that it isn't entirely other Jack's fault anyway, meaning real Jack is free of blame in his own mind.
[Tony reads over the text, but then he— sets his phone aside. Jack is free to sulk all he wants. He's an adult. He doesn't need Tony looking after him. Never has.
And Tony... He doesn't feel any need to explain. It's not even that explaining has never worked in the past. —It's that it simply doesn't matter. His feelings are his own and the responsibility of only himself, no one else. That also means he's obligated to no one to share them.
He'll deal with everything on his own. Dun dun dunnn]
jack gave me this number sup im from the network anyway i heard you may know people with personality changes on it and was like wondering who all that would be for purposes of knowing how many people thats hitting
[How to instantly piss Tony off: mention Jack is wildly trampling his boundaries and not only telling strangers things Tony's shared, but giving them his personal number. If he didn't need to keep channels open with Jack for Angel's sake the guy would be on a block list immediately.]
That's really cute the way you two share information Like a social media stalking Starsky and Hutch The answer's no. Not everyone wants others to know their business, I'm not sharing names. You can thank Jack for wasting your time.
ok i clearly dont wanna get in the middle of whatever i just walked into can you share my name in reverse to whoever it is so they can decide i actually have a reason for wanting to talk to them
... hold on a second here does her name start with one of the first 3 letters of the alphabet also im dave strider support group wasnt my angle i just want another take on shit
In what part of confidentiality do you think guessing fits? That's kind of the *exact* opposite of the meaning of the word We're not playing twenty questions I'll pass the message on Anthing else?
tell her i said hi and also she should bring to the next scheduled thing we regularly do together cupcakes and/or i will just hit her up next time we do that i dont expect you to confirm or deny dude im just rolling my eyes that i got my hopes up that it was more than just the both of us anyway i wont bother you again later
[Fucking— Dave are you seriously guilt tripping him. Are you. It only works because nobody should be stuck in a club with only Jack and not because he knows what a shitty thing it is to be the Only One™ dealing with traumatic happenings.]
Wait It's not whoever you're thinking it is But don't get your hopes up either No idea what you've got, but her situation is different from Jack's Not sure how much she could help you two aside from putting Jack in a time out If you want to talk Well my European agent isn't up for another couple of hours
Otherwise? We never had this conversation and you're going to delete this number
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I've spent two days running around trying to make sense of it. I've ruled out some things that aren't likely explanations, but . . . that isn't the same as understanding it.
. . . I drank during all that mess, if you want to know the truth.
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By the way I've never had an height complex, but I'm considering buying platform shoes after too many days of the kitchen cabinets looking as surmountable as Everest.
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[And at six he'll be outside her place in an aston martin, surprisingly and sensibly black for the occasion. A week of sheeple telling him everyone's always been six inches, does he need a xanax has maybe tempered his usual need to be flashy and noticed everywhere he goes. Temporarily, anyway. Not really a cure for "asshole".]
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So: heels, a dress, and some bright red lipstick to complete the ensemble. She also has a bag, a large bulky thing that clinks in an alarmingly familiar way.]
What a week.
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[He opens the passneger door of the car for her, sort of gentleman that he is.]
Have I seen that dress before? I don't think I have.
[Nevermind, scratch that. Some things just don't change.]
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[Some things never change, but today of all days, Rosalind is grateful for it. Sliding into his car, she settles her bag of bottles on her lap and waits for him to slip in beside her.]
Are we picking up the food or ordering in, Tony?
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5/4; event overflow action thread since the thing hit captcha before i could get to it, orz.
Yeah, Seto's heard the song blaring through Tony's phone from inside the building, and the ringtone blares for at least a minute considering that that's the amount of time it takes for Seto to manage to push the door open wide enough to slip through the glass door without getting crushed.
"You cannot actually be serious." It's said as loudly as he possibly can the minute that Tony is in earshot and he's certain that whatever he's going to say isn't going to be drowned out by Obnoxious Ringtones. "Pink? Glitter? Seriously?"
Apparently Tony also has shitty taste in car colours too.
But then again, that is his only ride to their destination, considering that he's six inches tall and there's no way he's going to be able to drive his Veyron to the studio in this state.
all good laughs I'm not particularly caught up myself
But now that Seto's out here... He does at least turn off the music and put his phone away. Leaning over he pushes the passenger side door open and lifts an eyebrow. Getting in, Champ?
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Don't worry about it. Water under the bridge.
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Look. What I did... I don't know what I did. I don't know where that shit came from. Here's a helpful hint, since you'll probably never talk to me again after this: those memories you're getting? Yeah, they're memories. And whoever the other version of you is, he's going to start bleeding into you, so be ready for it. I think me and this one kid are the only ones experiencing it right now, but it'll come to you too.
If you've ever had any idea at all of who I am, you know I wouldn't do that to you. You're a pain in the ass, but you
whatever it doesn't matter you probably don't give a shit anyway. You know I respect her too much to want to hurt you for real.
[ Ughhhhh this fucking disgusting apology text. It feels more like a confession, like Tony's earned a head's up whether he appreciates it or not. ]
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It's fine. Shit happens.
And I've known about the personality distortions for a few days. You're not the only ones. Though I wouldn't suggest picking a fight with my alter ego; he's a James Bond knockoff.
Anything else?
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My other self is a goddamn psychopath, bee tee dubs. That's where that attack came from. You scared me and I reacted like he would've - I wasn't gonna hurt you, I just wanted to scare you back. I guess I did it a little too well. I know you won't take my calls, so imagine me sounding genuine when I say I'm sorry. Because I honestly am.
Yup! Done groveling. Forgive me or don't. Call me if you want. Not gonna stalk you like that one chick who always wants extra special long hugs at your book signings.
I'll see you around, Tony.
[ Just because he's remorseful doesn't mean he isn't glad to have it over with. Not that it isn't entirely other Jack's fault anyway, meaning real Jack is free of blame in his own mind.
JACK DAWES DID NOTHING WRONG ]
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And Tony... He doesn't feel any need to explain. It's not even that explaining has never worked in the past. —It's that it simply doesn't matter. His feelings are his own and the responsibility of only himself, no one else. That also means he's obligated to no one to share them.
He'll deal with everything on his own. Dun dun dunnn]
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jack gave me this number sup
im from the network
anyway i heard you may know people with personality changes on it
and was like
wondering who all that would be
for purposes of knowing how many people thats hitting
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That's really cute the way you two share information
Like a social media stalking Starsky and Hutch
The answer's no. Not everyone wants others to know their business, I'm not sharing names. You can thank Jack for wasting your time.
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can you share my name in reverse
to whoever it is
so they can decide
i actually have a reason for wanting to talk to them
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I'll consider it. If you're hoping to form a support group I'd keep holding your breath. She's not exactly a joiner
What's your name
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hold on a second here
does her name start with one of the first 3 letters of the alphabet
also im dave strider
support group wasnt my angle
i just want another take on shit
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That's kind of the *exact* opposite of the meaning of the word
We're not playing twenty questions
I'll pass the message on
Anthing else?
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and/or i will just hit her up next time we do that
i dont expect you to confirm or deny dude im just rolling my eyes that i got my hopes up
that it was more than just the both of us
anyway i wont bother you again later
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Wait
It's not whoever you're thinking it is
But don't get your hopes up either
No idea what you've got, but her situation is different from Jack's
Not sure how much she could help you two aside from putting Jack in a time out
If you want to talk
Well my European agent isn't up for another couple of hours
Otherwise?
We never had this conversation and you're going to delete this number
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Dw where was my notif for this???
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