cape_kore | 013 ✳ day 149 ✳ audio

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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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Beach houses... Nice and remote? [Fortescue nods. Wealth certainly doesn't detract from the experience.] Mm, can't argue with pretty eyes. Definitely a good quality. But what kind of great hair are we talking about? Hair products, beards?

The kind of hair that you just have to run your fingers through. I should've known me and Lance would never've worked. He had no hair.

[ And he tried to feed her to a giant spider. Kind of ruins the romance. ]

I'll tell you who does have fantastic hair - Cas. I mean, he has really nice hair.

[Major buzzkill, that. She considers for a moment, nodding.]

He does, it's true. You think he does anything to it? [Jokingly. Because the thought of Castiel doing his hair on purpose, scooping hair gel in, is amusing. Probably his vessel just has good genetics.] Poor Cas is the one who found me yesterday, half out of my mind...

Did he swoop in and rescue you all heroically and fix you up? He's good at rescuing people.

[ Donna! Stop swooning over angels! Jeez. ]

...I suppose he did.

[It's new to Fortescue. Usually people don't rescue her. Even working with her little team, she was the one who went in first and got out last. If someone ran into a jam, it was her job to get them out of it. Unless otherwise occupied.

She shakes her head slightly.]

Literally swooping, since I hallucinated that he was a giant black stork. Fixed my leg up, though. No stork could have done that.

A stork? Blimey. You must've been pretty out of it. As long as stork Castiel didn't bring you a baby...

He didn't bring you a baby, right?

Thank the Gate, no. [There's one bonus. Her subconscious isn't full of that sort of thing.] If a stork had shown up knowing my name and carrying a baby, I think I would have run for it.

[Fortescue tries to keep her tone from dipping downward. If she can't even keep a promise to protect her little sister, she'll never be fit as a parent. Not that she ever wanted that, anyway...]

It was magic deprivation. Comes with all sorts of nasty side effects. Most of the worst ones have gone now.

[Most. Not all. Her bruises will keep returning until she's fully healed, and she'll have nightmares that could scare anyone. Among other pains. But she tries not to think about that.]

Do you think Castiel would know what to do with a baby?

[ Come here, Fortescue because Donna's going to kneel up enough to give you a hug - being careful of the injuries, naturally.

Just because.

Sometimes a hug is all someone needs. ]

You know what? I bet he'd surprise us all...

[For a moment, she doesn't speak. She was prepared to let the moment pass without comment. It seemed prudent to let Donna know that side effects might be lingering in her system. But she relaxes into the hug, squeezing Donna back gently.

There's only one person who'd hug her now, back home, and she'll never see him again. She's sure of that. Hugs here in the Center make her feel far less alone. Here, she has people who care about her. It makes her next comment stick in her throat, as she feels it tighten. Then she takes a deep breath and continues.]

Perhaps. It would certainly be surprising.

[ Happy thoughts only, Fort. It's a new law that Donna just this second passed. A law that nobody but the voices in her head know about yet. But it's still the law.

She releases the hug after a long moment, and sinks back down onto her butt. ]

Maybe we should get him to give out bunnies instead...

[She suddenly has the mental image of those trenchcoat pockets filled with bunnies, a carrot sticking haphazardly out of his hair, and chuckles. It banishes the rest of the tightness in her throat.]

There could be test bunnies, somewhere around here. Never know.

[ Cutest mental image. Much better than sad thoughts. ]

But would they turn into killer monsters like his sabre-tooth tiger did? I don't want my throat ripping out by killer bunnies. Do you?

Ah —

[Fortescue smirks.]

For the sake of this imaginary, bunny-wielding Castiel, let's just say that they're normal bunnies. But I wouldn't put much past this place, right now.

I suppose, really. All he would need would be two non-killer bunnies and then he could let them do what bunnies do and then everyone could have one.

Therapy bunnies.

To help with the whole being kidnapped thing.

I could get behind that.

[There's a grumble from the bed, and she reaches out to stroke Jazz with a laugh. Sometimes he understands far too much from their bond.]

Don't be like that, grumpy-pants. If I didn't have you, I'd get behind it.

Aw Jazz. Don't get bent out of shape. You're still our favourite. No bunny could ever replace you.

Don't stroke too much of his ego, or he'll never come down. [A cat's ego is truly a thing to reckon with.] This place is pretty impersonal, though. It could use some sort of touch-up.

[ But Jazz is so cute! Sorry fuzzball, Donna is going to pet you know whether you want it or not. ]

At least the houses on the Cape had character!

Plenty of it.

[It makes her think back on the scientist's message to them all, before they'd been forced to leave. Jazz looks grumpy, but a purr starts a moment after Donna starts to pet him.]

Do you think they built it to begin with? The people who made this place, I mean. Or do you think it was a site them commandeered?

I dunno. Those houses were definitely homey and well lived in before we arrived. Whether the previous tenants made their lives there or whether they were lived in before I dunno.

On the plus side - this place seems to have less cameras. Unless we just haven't found them yet...

[ She continues to pet Jazz. Scritching lightly behind one ear. ]

[Fortescue grimaces slightly. Jazz continues to purr.]

Oh, I hope there aren't any. I was really liking not having to worry about that.

[Not that she really cares about people seeing her naked, but the constant no privacy thing becomes tedious after a while.]

Me too! There are some things that should forever remain private!

[ Yep. Donna likes privacy. ]

Plus, just the... sheer number of them. Everywhere. It was like being in a zoo. I don't miss it.

[She sighs.]

I do miss the view, though. And the ability to go outside.

Oh man. I miss the park. And the fresh air.

I guess we have to make the best of what we got though, right? At least we got each other!

That we do. [Fortescue can't help a smile. Donna always seems to find the silver lining.] It would be far worse to be in this place alone.

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