cape_kore | 013 ✳ day 149 ✳ audio

[She isn't showing her face over the network, but still, Fortescue's voice sounds almost as bad as her numerous injuries. It wobbles every so often, from the abuse it's taken, and she can't even drum up the emotion to be angry about her lack of control over it. It is what is is.]

Hello, Science Center. Miss me? [Fortescue holds the phone away from her face, for a moment, to cough. She might sound dry, but she really is grateful to be back. Very grateful.] Had this place let me remember, I would have been able to return the favor.

...I don't want to inconvenience anyone, but I'm not... especially mobile, and the canteen is quite a distance from my room. If anyone feels like being generous, I wouldn't mind a snack. [Or maybe more than a snack, but she doesn't feel worthy enough, anymore, to ask for more than that. What is she, aside from a person who failed in her most basic duties as a sister?

She almost asks for alcohol, too, just for the hell of it, but she doesn't. She cuts the feed after a quick,]

Thank you.

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Fortescue!

[ yeah no she's a video kinda girl, sorry. ]

Hey, you okay over there? You kind of sound like hell frozen over.

[It'll take some convincing to get her to switch her end, Charlie.]

Hell frozen over? [That's actually a new phrase she hasn't heard before. Religious folks are harder and harder to find in her world, and she certainly wasn't raised by any. But she can gather its meaning.] ...that's... pretty accurate, I suppose. Not really at my best at the moment. How are things with you?

[Deflecting for 200, Alex.]

[ is this going to be a stubborn contest because charlie deals with winchesters. ]

Yeah, you know, opposite of what's supposed to be the status quo- [ she means it more to be a generality than an actual religious mention, but oh well. she'll take it if it gets fortescue talking. ]

See, that's when you're supposed to laugh and say "No Charlie, it's not that bad". Where are you?

[ not even going to reply to that conversation switch. ]

[She has to deflect and not lie, because she's tired of lying. She's spent fourteen years lying about everything when interacting with other people.]

Is it? I'll remember that next time. [Fortescue chuckles quietly.] I'm in my room.

If I come by will you be pissed?

[ honesty is a great answer charlie likes that when it means worrying about people. ]

No, of course not, love. [A little embarrassed, because of her injuries, but never pissed. Not at Charlie.] Why would I be?

Dunno, some people try and hide away when they're hurt and don't want people dropping in.

[ but man is charlie glad fortescue is not one of them ]

I must go and traverse the hallways first, though, so it might take a while.

I've done my hiding. It's all right.

[No, she hasn't, not completely. But it will come in waves. Sometimes she'll be okay for company, and sometimes she'll just curl up under the blankets and not remember how to function. This is the former, thankfully.]

But I will warn you that I'm not a pretty sight, at the moment.

Great.

[ no, really. charlie feels better when she feels like she's doing something helpful. and checking in on fortescue also makes her feel better because it's seeing fortescue and making her (hopefully) feel better all in one. ]

You're always a pretty sight, so no worries there.

Flatterer.

[It does raise a smile, even if Charlie can't see it.]

Well, come over, then, if you'd like. I'll stand just outside the door so you can find the room faster.

[The hallways do make these things interesting.]

I speak the truth and nothing but the truth, always.

[ except when she's literally lying slash pretending for fun. shh. ]

Sweet deal! I'll be over...soon. I guess. Depends on the hallways. Want for me~

[ you know who is definitely rushing out of that door right now? this one. ]

[Fortescue chuckles quietly, petting Jazz and sitting back on her bed as she waits for Charlie. The stillness of the Center might be unnerving for some, but for the ex-Black Magus it's a relief from the war. When the knock comes, she walks to the door in her short black dress and a makeshift blanket cloak.]

[ and when she opens the door, there stands charlie. she grins broadly and waves a little as if she wasn't expecting her. ]

'sup, homie. I made it!

Hello there, darling. Come in, come in.

[She smiles and stands to the side to let Charlie in. Jazz looks up from the blanket he's commandeered for his own, but upon recognizing Charlie just goes right back to sleep again. There's no greater compliment in the world from him, really.

Fortescue rubs once, self-consciously, at her black eye before she closes the door.]

I see the Center didn't give you too much trouble.

[ charlie walks in totally smooth and totally cool and totally on top of everything as she does it. there's a momentary stare-down with jazz where she wonders if she's going to get kicked out by the cat in question, and when jazz puts his head right back down again charlie doesn't even try to hide the smile.

she turns back to fortescue and the smile fades. ]

Nah, Center and me are buds now. Or, I guess complicated's a better way to put it, but we're cool. [ and then she'll take a very casual step in fortescue's direction. casual, in that it is so not casual but charlie rolls with it. ] You okay? [ she means the eye. ]

Oh, I'll live.

[Her smile isn't as confident as usual. There's a veneer-thin layer of confidence over the expression of a person whose life has, metaphorically, crumbled to the ground. She's juggling the pieces, and doing a shoddy job at the moment.]

No permanent injuries. [Not anymore, thanks to Castiel's help.] Just a bit of stinging, that's all.

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