[ He switches to text, since she seems to prefer it at the moment. ]
I suppose so. Lately he's been. . . sort of absent. Didn't tell anybody where he was located, didn't seem to do much besides meet his Guard leader requirements as to keeping track of his Guards via the network. I've noticed such signs before, in others. They seem to disappear before they disappear.
[ Including Curufin's son and his eldest brother. ]
I did not know Henry very well, but from what he said about his world, I can understand why he missed it so much. No, he didn't belong here. Even more than others do not belong here! If he's gone home, then I'm happy for him. Not so happy for you, though. You'll miss him greatly.
( The hangover throbs at her temples and Kate frowns at the first part of the message before skipping past it. She hadn't noticed that, had spent as much time with Henry as she ever did, with lessons and drinking and—
They never did get around to that archery contest, did they? )
[ Perhaps Henry made a point of letting Kate know through his actions how much he cared, even though he was drifting away from others. She was important to him. ]
How could you be fine? [ The softness of his voice may be transmitted through the tone of his text. ]
Not the first person to disappear, and not the last. I have lost Celebrimbor and Maedhros, and our family -- what's left of us -- is still reeling from that loss. But Kate, you sill have friends here and people who love you. I hope you will rely on us all to help you get through this.
( Maybe. It doesn't matter, though. No amount of closeness can stop the Door deciding to take someone back home. No amount of hoping will bring them back. And isn't it selfish to want that, when they've each spent so much time trying to go back where they belong? )
Don't have time to not be fine.
( Not with Carlisle's health. Not with the imminent return of the boats carrying fragments of The Door. She can get drunk and angry about it but she can't sit and draw the whole thing out with more conversations, right?
It might be different if Faith was here, because Faith is home and understanding and everything familiar that Hadriel no longer affords her, and dammit, she misses her best friend. )
[ It isn't selfish. When those we love disappear, it hurts. It is as though our hearts are literally torn, and no amount of thinking of how much that person is in a better place can make their absence hurt less. This is utterly human. ]
Maybe not, but if you let those who care about you give you love and nurturing, it can only help you continue to function in all those ways people depend on -- in the Clinic and as a support to your community in so many other ways.
[ There's always time to learn something new! At least, Curufin thinks so. Ten minutes of conversation with someone who is not Faith might be a good start. Since, alas! Faith is no longer available. ]
[ Not too many flower children in Middle-earth! At least, not in Curufin's era. ]
I'm inclined to agree with you. Wish we could knock a few back right now! But me and my crew will be stopping back at the islands on our way out on the second leg of our journey, so if you want to meet me at the Speakeasy then, we could get drunk together?
[ Well. . . he may have some hippie-like tendencies, but he had limited time to manifest them in Middle-earth. The leisure to do so existed mostly during those wild years just after they arrived there, when he would screw anything that moved and loved those celebrations at which he danced till dawn for weeks on end. That was between fighting Orcs and raising castles and building villages and forging weapons and plowshares. Play hard, work hard! ]
[ Chuckle. ] Hippies talk about love? And what do they think about it? Do they have sages who write immortal poetry on that topic?
[ Yes, Curufin, they're called rock stars. ]
I don't get high often. There just wasn't very much decent weed in Middle-earth. And here, I can smoke what grows in the orchard and in the park, but only when the growers are feeling like partying and handing their product out to the population at large. I'd never steal the stuff; that would be unethical. And contrary to popular belief, I didn't cut down the orchard or any crop that was growing in it.
Love everyone, don't start wars. That kind of shit. Usually smoking something.
( Honestly, not the worst thing when you put it that way, but Kate, with her ever present need to be doing, has never thought much of the lax way of life associated with most hippies. )
[ Wry chuckle, which she can't hear, but the text implies it. ] I wouldn't qualify, in that case. Me and my clan started so many wars in Middle-earth that it would be hard to name them all. I still like to fight. I don't love everyone. I do believe in communication, though, here in Hadriel. When it's possible. And I do like to smoke the occasional cannabis cigarette, but that's on my days off -- and I hardly ever take any time off.
You used to get high? On what? Here in Hadriel, or back in your own world?
The conversation is a good enough distraction, but the question brings her back to why she used to smoke, those years of bad decisions. )
Home. Years ago.
( People would bring weed along with the booze they managed to score and she'd spend too many evenings sat in a park, cold and miserable and intoxicated enough to forget all of it. )
( This is a lie, and it's just that there's not a lot to tell that she would particularly want to through text, all the more when she remembers that claustrophobic dream, being dragged through the Underground towards reminders of how they ruined everything. )
That's hard to believe. [ You can't hear the chuckle since he's texting, but it's kind of implied in the words. Then the tone sobers a little. ]
I know you're had an interesting life, Kate, because you're an interesting person. But perhaps we should save autobiographies until we can tell them over drinks? Sea's getting a little rough here, and I think I'd better get up and help the others trim the sail.
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text;
I suppose so. Lately he's been. . . sort of absent. Didn't tell anybody where he was located, didn't seem to do much besides meet his Guard leader requirements as to keeping track of his Guards via the network. I've noticed such signs before, in others. They seem to disappear before they disappear.
[ Including Curufin's son and his eldest brother. ]
I did not know Henry very well, but from what he said about his world, I can understand why he missed it so much. No, he didn't belong here. Even more than others do not belong here! If he's gone home, then I'm happy for him. Not so happy for you, though. You'll miss him greatly.
text; i'm sorry about her
They never did get around to that archery contest, did they? )
I'm fine.
( No she isn't. )
Not the first person who's disappeared.
( But one of the most meaningful, certainly. )
text; Aw, Kate!! <3
How could you be fine? [ The softness of his voice may be transmitted through the tone of his text. ]
Not the first person to disappear, and not the last. I have lost Celebrimbor and Maedhros, and our family -- what's left of us -- is still reeling from that loss. But Kate, you sill have friends here and people who love you. I hope you will rely on us all to help you get through this.
text; she's the worst (':
Don't have time to not be fine.
( Not with Carlisle's health. Not with the imminent return of the boats carrying fragments of The Door. She can get drunk and angry about it but she can't sit and draw the whole thing out with more conversations, right?
It might be different if Faith was here, because Faith is home and understanding and everything familiar that Hadriel no longer affords her, and dammit, she misses her best friend. )
text; Nah, she's just hung over and unhappy. *snuggles Kate*
Maybe not, but if you let those who care about you give you love and nurturing, it can only help you continue to function in all those ways people depend on -- in the Clinic and as a support to your community in so many other ways.
[ There's always time to learn something new! At least, Curufin thinks so. Ten minutes of conversation with someone who is not Faith might be a good start. Since, alas! Faith is no longer available. ]
text; so business as usual :joy:
( Which, in many ways, is very Faith-like. )
Booze works fine too, you know.
XD
[ Not too many flower children in Middle-earth! At least, not in Curufin's era. ]
I'm inclined to agree with you. Wish we could knock a few back right now! But me and my crew will be stopping back at the islands on our way out on the second leg of our journey, so if you want to meet me at the Speakeasy then, we could get drunk together?
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( Clearly he took all the hippie genes. )
Sounds good. Hold you to that.
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[ Well. . . he may have some hippie-like tendencies, but he had limited time to manifest them in Middle-earth. The leisure to do so existed mostly during those wild years just after they arrived there, when he would screw anything that moved and loved those celebrations at which he danced till dawn for weeks on end. That was between fighting Orcs and raising castles and building villages and forging weapons and plowshares. Play hard, work hard! ]
Agreed!
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You get high often?
( Katherine... )
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[ Yes, Curufin, they're called rock stars. ]
I don't get high often. There just wasn't very much decent weed in Middle-earth. And here, I can smoke what grows in the orchard and in the park, but only when the growers are feeling like partying and handing their product out to the population at large. I'd never steal the stuff; that would be unethical. And contrary to popular belief, I didn't cut down the orchard or any crop that was growing in it.
And you? Do you get high?
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( Honestly, not the worst thing when you put it that way, but Kate, with her ever present need to be doing, has never thought much of the lax way of life associated with most hippies. )
Not any more.
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You used to get high? On what? Here in Hadriel, or back in your own world?
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The conversation is a good enough distraction, but the question brings her back to why she used to smoke, those years of bad decisions. )
Home. Years ago.
( People would bring weed along with the booze they managed to score and she'd spend too many evenings sat in a park, cold and miserable and intoxicated enough to forget all of it. )
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What, Kate? Make a bad decision, like ever?? He doesn't believe it. ]
I saw just a little of your world, in that Dreamwalk event last year. But I really don't know much about your life back then.
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Not much to tell.
( This is a lie, and it's just that there's not a lot to tell that she would particularly want to through text, all the more when she remembers that claustrophobic dream, being dragged through the Underground towards reminders of how they ruined everything. )
Want to continue in our thread in Caedra's expedition return log?
That's hard to believe. [ You can't hear the chuckle since he's texting, but it's kind of implied in the words. Then the tone sobers a little. ]
I know you're had an interesting life, Kate, because you're an interesting person. But perhaps we should save autobiographies until we can tell them over drinks? Sea's getting a little rough here, and I think I'd better get up and help the others trim the sail.
yeeep
( Get back to work, lazy hippie. )