2.12 - Voice + Spam

[breakingmyheart]

[Private to Erik]

I've been in a coma for about four days.

I…I'm aware it could have been much longer, given how long it's been since we last talked.

I hope you're alright.

[The sentiment of someone who doesn't necessarily expect a response.]

[Open Spam]

[The walk from the door of her cabin to the door of the engine room is very short, but lately she's started to feel terribly agoraphobic on the walk between those rooms, as if the world might suddenly open up completely and leave her stranded in a huge, inescapable void.

If that's unpleasant then the walk up to the library is a nightmare, but her insomnia isn't going away and God knows she needs something to fill the hours. Still, she walks the programming and linguistics sections in a bit of a daze, eyeing the shelves and reading spines without taking much in.]

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[Spam]

[megamind]

[ ... oh she didn't. She didn't--! He feels his face flush - that silly pink-lavender he goes, deepening almost to purple as he grips that knob tight for a moment, teeth grinding. ]

First off, nobody understands what I say when I say--that, and it's not-- what you think!

[ The door's half-open now, and Megamind's turning from it, green eyes bright with barely contained anger. He's a passionate person; right now, he hurts-- and it's easier to indulge in anger then to hurt openly. ]

And I love that you ignore everything I said -- everything else -- to harp on whether or not I'm good or bad. Please, make me feel like a project some more.

[ He swallows hard, glaring down the hall. ]

You aren't allowed to talk about who is good and who is bad anymore. Not when you use it so you can cut yourself off some more and keep hurting yourself because you made a mistake while in a soul-sucking hotel of evil!

[ The rage cracks and the fear and the hurt bleed through; he's gesturing now, as he's wont to do, all wild movements because he's a showman even now. Can't she see that she's hurting them both for something that could be fixable? ]

You need help. Find someone who can give it to you. It's obviously not me, but-- there must be someone you trust enough to help you on this ship.

[Spam]

[breakingmyheart]

[In response to his gesticulating and rising volume she just goes still and quiet.]

No. There isn't.

[Kay. Rhade, maybe. Megamind, even now. But it's not an issue of trust and she's not going to explain what it is in the midst of a public shouting match and it's just...easier, to lie.]

And you're not one to tell me off for selectiveness if you think that this is completely or even mostly about the Overlook.

[If that hadn't been the straw that broke the camel's back, it would have been something else. What was the phrase Owen had used? 'Twisted and screwed up.' Only she's not in a place any more where that can go to good use. She's been rotting from the inside for years; it could have been anything that made the cracks show at last.

But there's nothing else to say, and she just turns her back and resumes walking toward the engine room.]

[Spam]

[megamind]

It's the only thing you'll tell me about! [ Megamind blurts. ] You'd sleep with me, but you never tell me anything! Is -- is that what that was?

[ And he let it go on that way. Part of it was not knowing any better, truly. He's new at all this. Terribly new. ]

[ Standing there in the hall as she continued away, he stopped, hands dropping to his side, before he turns, vents his anger by kicking his door open and slamming it shut behind him a moment later. ]