breakingmyheart | 2.21 - Voice + Spam

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I've been unpaired from Jesse. I still plan on keeping both my jobs. If that's alright.

[Even though she kind of hates both of them, it's marginally better than having nothing to do all day.]

[Private to Megamind]

...I can help. With the project you were talking about.

[Open Spam - Deck]

[So it's been a fortnight. The breach was - well - things happened. She's been through her most grotesquely violent death toll to date. And then she got off the Barge in LA and stole from a cashpoint for the express purpose of buying drugs, which - didn't happen, in the end.

Small mercies. She might not have been feeling any worse for having succeeded but deep down she knows the better would be very, very fleeting.

And then the Admiral separated her from Jesse. Or Jesse asked to be unpaired. She doesn't know. He said he didn't, she'd like to believe him, but she wouldn't really blame him for spotting a lost cause either. Megamind called her a model Inmate not so long ago but it doesn't feel like she was modelling anything except peaceful noncompliance.

She doesn't often break the library -> kitchen -> (gym) -> shower -> sleep cycle but she needs some time and fresh air to decompress and so after the dinner shift she's out on deck, sitting on a bench and somewhat reading a book but not really paying attention to it.]

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Megamind.

[He wants to say that he was there, outside, when Megamind was talking her down, bringing her back. But she probably already knows, and it feels too intimate for him to bring up now.]

[Of course Megamind. Who else would it be?]

Megamind and I talk all the time. He knows what's going on.

I know? Or, I assumed.

I'm not gathering information for him or anything like that.

I know. [She clears her throat.] I assumed. I just mean that there's nothing for you to be worried about.

You sure?

[He's doubtful. Not disbelieving, exactly, just - if it were him, there'd be something to be worried about.]

[She nods.]

Absolutely.

[She's not going to vent her frustrations on the rest of the ship again. Beyond that, nobody's got any reason to worry, have they?]

[There's maybe half a second when he considers leaving it at that and walking away, leaving her to herself. And then, no, that's off the table.]

If you say so. [He shrugs.] He's not the only person who gives a shit, though.

You ever play hockey?

[Well, that's a tangent.]

Just at school.

...Why?

Because I kind of acted like I had and definitely haven't and probably am gonna regret that choice pretty soon. So I was wondering.

But I guess humiliation builds character. [He grins a little.]

[alex what are you talking about hockey what]

...Sorry, you've lost me.

I thought if you knew anything about it you could give me some pointers. But since I don't really know that much about you, it was kind of a shot in the dark. Worth a try though, right?

You could tell me what you want to talk about, though, if you'd rather not listen to me fumble awkwardly for a while longer.

[She gives him a bit of a look. Why are you doing this, dude.]

...all I really remember about hockey is the bruised shins. Sorry.

Well, crap. Bruised shins it is, then. At least I know what to look forward to.

[He shrugs easily, like he doesn't see the look. He totally does, he just isn't going to bring it up if she won't.]

The other guy who's going to be on my team is kind of unbelievably fast so. Maybe I'll only bruise one shin.

Do..you mind me asking why you volunteered for this if you've never played?

Because Sokolov was trashing baseball.

[Which is totally unacceptable.]

Anyway, it sounded fun. Some people have been floating the idea of starting up sports teams, so why not?

I suppose that makes as much sense as anything else.

[Baseball has always struck her as being kind of stupid-looking but it's not an opinion she's nearly invested in enough to actually articulate.]

Why not can be a good reason sometimes. Not always, but sometimes.

That and I like Sokolov and he could probably stand to think less. Hence hitting me in the shins with stuff.

[Sound reasoning.]

Well, best of luck with that. To your shins, mostly.

[It sounds like a pretty sound dismissal. Alex shrugs.]

Thanks. I'm gonna need it.

I have to go make sure Oliver's not waving his bow in anybody's face, but before I go, can I ask you something?

[She has to go over that sentence in her head again to recognise the word 'bow' rather than...well...almost anything else, really.]

Yes?

[It's totally not a euphemism. (Or is it.)]

On a scale of - I don't know, one to ten, how bad are you at asking for help when you need it?

[One? 0.5? Would he accept a negative number?]

If we're assuming zero is worst and five is the average, then...I don't know. Four, four and a half?

Really.

[Just this look like you are the most full of it.]

What? I don't need to ask anyone for help. I have a Warden, that's his -

[A beat, and she rubs the bridge of her nose.]

Had. Had a Warden. But my point stands.

You never need help from anybody? Is that your point? Or am I misunderstanding?

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