thirteen ♢ spam + voice

[versusnurture]

[After a violent eviction from the last place she ever truly considered to be home, Abigail doesn't know if she'll ever be anything but transient again. The Barge was a close thing, though. It made her feel safe more than it made her feel vulnerable, and so while she doesn't exactly thrill at the prospect of being yanked back here with no warning, she understands. It's the Barge's way. And it's only temporary.]

[Bittersweet.]

[She is a little different, though not unrecognizable. Her hair is longer, her spine straighter, her expression hovering not between neutrality and a scowl but between inexplicable pleasantry and a not-always-nice smile. When she walks, it's like she's balancing books on her head, an angel and devil on either shoulder, both quiet for most of the time. And she doesn't wear the scarf; her scar stands in stark relief against the paler skin of her neck, as it had in the past few months here.]

[First, she looks for people who were important to her: Ben, Harvey, Arkin, David, Ned. Alana, if she's still here, though a large part of Abigail hopes she isn't. Then she looks for Hannibal, to get it out of the way.]

[Then she situates herself in the library or on the deck, alternating between the two, with a book open in her lap. She is unbothered by events. Anyone else can come to her.]

voice

For anyone who hasn't been here before and doesn't understand what's going on: there isn't anything to panic about, at least not yet. I've been here before, so I might be able to answer some of your questions.


( ooc; abigail is from after her own graduation!! weh. )

Comments

[halftheman]

[ Harvey is here and there, still troubled by Mira's-- alteration. He still doesn't know what to make to make of it, but he's.... not mad at her (that's foolish). Two-Face is confused, curling around the idea in their backbrain over and over and over again. ]

[ Knowing even a fragment of the future is terrifying. ]

[ Harvey sticks to routine, to make sense of it. He gets up, goes to the gym, hits the showers after, hits the mess hall, goes to the library for his shift. He needs to stay focused. Indulge ritual. He fingers his coin in his pocket, feeling the scratches dug deep, and reminds himself of his reality, the now. ]

[versusnurture]

[She finds him in the library. Which seems fitting enough - they are, in their own individual ways, questers for knowledge. People who like things set up in straight lines, too. Organized.]

[Her hand rests on his shoulder for a fleeting moment, then falls back to her side.]

Do you remember be? [Enough people haven't by now - she needs to know.]

[halftheman]

[ He smiles; it's slight and smile but real. ]

I do, I do.

Been lost in the time stream, or making sure I didn't? [ He tilts his head, taking her in. No, she's different. Every inch of her is the same, but--older, more vital, prouder. ] Ah, no. It's you. Look at you.

All grown up.

[versusnurture]

[She smiles, shy, and draws her hands back to herself.]

Yeah. I guess I am all grown up, if you want to put it that way.

Are you all right? I [miss you; worry so much] think about you a lot, back home.

[halftheman]

I'm fine. Keeping my nose clean and all. [ Still treading water, but that's not so bad, right? So long as his head's above the waves. ]

[ It is. Barely. ]

You went home? Tell me what you're doing there. I half-expected you to go looking for 'Lena.

[versusnurture]

[She gives him a crooked smile, wry and old souled. Squeezes his hand and shakes her head.]

I'm going to do that soon. But I'm here because I guess this is where the Admiral wanted to be right now.

I didn't make a deal, if that's what you're wondering. I just sort of showed up. Maybe he wanted me to check on you, you never know.

[halftheman]

I didn't take you for the type. But it's a flood; you've moved back in time. Maybe your inmate self... moved forward.

[ He gripped her hand for a moment, but then let it ease. ]

I'm glad you're getting out. I hope--you grow old somewhere you're free.

[versusnurture]

I don't know . . . this doesn't seem like the kind of place to live, you know? There are people here who say they never want to leave. But I couldn't do that. I grew up in open spaces and I want to - just like you say. I want to die there.

[Die free and breathing fresh air and hunting, every step of the way.]

[She squeezes his hand right back.]

I worry about you. All the time, I worry and I miss you. You made every difference to me, you know that, don't you? You made me feel real, valid, no matter what I became.

[halftheman]

[ He thinks of Anya, who feels at home here; no, he doesn't understand it. But yet, it happens. ]

[ But it doesn't matter; the barge chose him, not the other way around. He's here until he's not, and that will happen when it happens. No sooner, no later. ]

I'm glad. No matter what you choose to be, we are still honored you let us be a part of your life.