text, un: ariadne; morning after cah

[daughterofthemark]

What has transpired here? Why are there holes in the walls? Have we been attacked?

Comments

[nor_iron_bars]

there were always gonna be problems.

let's face it: dragged off to a brand new world, stuck around a bunch of strangers, either risking all the crazy shit that comes from exploring Fissures or sitting around just having to hope that the people who are out there can find something this time?

we coulda been the most nice and normal, well-adjusted bunch of interdimensional travelers there ever was and it'd still be a recipe for disaster.

the real question is, what're we gonna do about it?

could be that's the part where being a mess already kinda comes in handy.

we've seen some shit before, gives us a little more experience with handling shit going wrong.

[daughterofthemark]

I hope you are correct. But it doesn't seem to work out that way. People seem determined to come into conflict, often over ridiculous things, and they won't listen when someone tries to settle things down.

I don't know what to do.

[At least this time they probably won't find a dead body Friday morning?]

[nor_iron_bars]

don't think anyone does.
we just get better at faking it.

[It's... honest, and kind in her own way, if not entirely reassuring.]

if you want my advice?
accept that it's not gonna be normal.
maybe we can fix it and maybe we can't, no way to know until it's done.
just give her someone who'll listen, someone to talk to that gives a damn bout her as a person.


[A second later, she amends these pieces of advice with:]

and if anyone takes a swing at you, duck first and keep talking later.
that one's important, learned that the hard way.