Room 223, Wednesday Night
Aug. 31st, 2011 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
life_inshadowFour days back in Fandom, and Tara had finally gathered her courage to call her father and explain where she was and, by the way, could he see about arranging transport for Mr. Moxy from one coast to the other?
It was one of the more excruciating conversations Tara had ever had, filled with Mr. Maclay's indignation about daughters who swanned off out of the blue to God-knows-where with God-knows-who and worried everyone and didn't do their duty, and what their mothers might think about it. But in the end, he grudgingly agreed Tara could have her cat back if she paid for the shipping. (Incidentally, he wanted to know, who ever shipped a cat? Was this some dirty witch thing?)
Whatever nice impulses he'd had right after Tara's mother died, it was safe to say they were long gone.
Once she finally got off the phone, Tara flopped onto her bed with her eyes closed and the door slightly open. Two classes down, one to go, plus a day at the Magic Box.
She could do this.
She had to.
[OOC: I worried far too much about what was happening to the dang imaginary cat while she traveled. Open post, either way.]
It was one of the more excruciating conversations Tara had ever had, filled with Mr. Maclay's indignation about daughters who swanned off out of the blue to God-knows-where with God-knows-who and worried everyone and didn't do their duty, and what their mothers might think about it. But in the end, he grudgingly agreed Tara could have her cat back if she paid for the shipping. (Incidentally, he wanted to know, who ever shipped a cat? Was this some dirty witch thing?)
Whatever nice impulses he'd had right after Tara's mother died, it was safe to say they were long gone.
Once she finally got off the phone, Tara flopped onto her bed with her eyes closed and the door slightly open. Two classes down, one to go, plus a day at the Magic Box.
She could do this.
She had to.
[OOC: I worried far too much about what was happening to the dang imaginary cat while she traveled. Open post, either way.]
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Date: 2011-09-02 01:41 am (UTC)"Why wouldn't it be? I mean, I don't go off about it like a PSA every thirty seconds, but ... I can't imagine having the chance and just not."
She wouldn't have phrased it that way if she hadn't been tired. She knew Kennedy had other things in her life, things bigger than Chemistry 101 or Introduction to Romantic Literature. But to someone who had spent the last four years on-and-off obsessing about how she'd manage college, Kennedy's whole approach to the topic was distinctly annoying -- especially since the bigger things seemed to be taking their time, and might never amount to much.
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Date: 2011-09-02 01:54 am (UTC)"Okay, whoa," she said slowly. "You know you and me never really saw eye to eye on that point."
That was a thing that would've always been a problem for them, even if the last year and a half hadn't panned out the way they did.
"But... I mean, by this point maybe I am going to have to start looking at my other options." She'd be twenty next year. That was, like, ancient.
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:16 am (UTC)She'd never really challenged Kennedy when they were together, but now that they'd broken up -- and especially given her mood swings of late -- it was much, much easier to do.
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:20 am (UTC)"It's cool," Kennedy answered, although she couldn't help sounding a little diffident about it. "I get where you're coming from."
It'd always been a sticking point.
"Didn't mean to poke a sore spot."
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:37 pm (UTC)In the middle of the never-ending buzz of the city she'd always loved, Kennedy closed her eyes and took a moment to feel very, very homesick for Fandom.
"Hey. I'll always be your personal cheering section. Just gotta telecommute it these days."
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Date: 2011-09-02 04:30 pm (UTC)"Awwwwwww."
Tara couldn't help it, and she kind of forgot to try to resist.
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Date: 2011-09-02 04:50 pm (UTC)"Still not wearing a flippy little skirt, though," she had to note. "Sorry, but no."
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Date: 2011-09-02 07:11 pm (UTC)And nice, but also a bad idea.