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 Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 3:58 am
Ice cream in the fridge? Check. Pizzas in the oven? Double check. Clean sheets, new PJs, and the requisite bottle(s)? Check, check, checkity check.
So Sidra was turning the big one-nine the next day, and she figured hey, she was legal in Canada, might as well boot some liquor. Which was entirely horrifying and sort of felt like she was committing some sort of gross crime in which she would be charged with a heinous charge and committed to twenty five to life. Which is why she severely overreacted when she was handed her order by the twenty-something guy she had paid to get her some booze, and she took off like a rocket.
It didn't help that he was laying some seriously heavy sexy tones on her, freaking her out.
Sidra was craving a normal, everyday teenage event in which she ate a metric tonne of pizza, got sick off ice cream, and just generally girl-talk gabbed to a friend.
Of which she had pretty much. None. Save for Cora, but she was tied up with you know. School. Sidra was currently taking the year off, mostly because she figured that she was going to die again sooner or later, and those essays and tests just carried a lot less weight when you sort of figured the end was near. And so she had asked Lina-- Daphne-- if she wanted to come over for a sleep over out of the blue, when Daphne had rung her up.
She probably sounded like some crazy girl, but she didn't really much care. She felt they probably had a bunch of things in common, lots to talk about, even if the only times they had ever talked in the past were when she purified Lina-- and when they had angrily discussed crocs.
"You're going to get fat," Astraea remarked to Sidra conversationally, on her way to the loo.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:09 am
Sleepover. God what a horrible, daunting word that was! There were only two or three sleepovers that Daphne could remember in her fragmented memories and they were with two people. One was her cousin, Victoria, who absolutely did not count as far as 'friendly sleepovers' went. The other was Tanzanite and hoo boy did that count even less. Well at least it was a point of reference for things you were supposed to do.
Eat popcorn, drink ridiculous amounts of pop, watch bad movies. Discuss who you'd killed that week? Not likely. Maybe they could talk senshi things but in general (har har) the teen was just hoping for a normal night where she could forget, for five minutes, that life sucked and everyone in it was just dying to find ways to make you suffer.
Daphne had yet to make the connection between Cosmos and Sidra Winters and the badly-dressed Nova that had briefly been a part of the Negaverse. Nova had come as quickly as she had gone, none of them had known or realized that she had come back to life as a senshi more powerful than they could ever imagine. It was a bit of a pity really. That might keep them in check just a bit more.
Daphne was, once again, lamenting the fact that she did not even own a small scooter in which to lug her things across town. Living in Metro DC was a great really; she could get anywhere she needed to be relatively quickly through the excellent transportation system. The problem was when you had a large bag, box, or otherwise cumbersome luggage you got stared at. People harrumphed at you when you took up an extra seat.
Somehow though she, her PJs, several dvds, a pillow, and her favorite quilt, as well as the penguin Castor had given her a very long time ago had made it across town with little trouble. Sidra's birthday present was also enclosed, though it was really nothing all that special. Taking a deep breath, praying for a good night, the teen stepped up and knocked.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 1:31 pm
Opening her door, Sidra invited Daphne inside, and gave her the requisite tour of the apartment, which took all of five seconds, and could have been given while standing in the middle of the living room and pointing, as it was a bachelors suite, and therefore there were not many places to actually look. It was the one thing her family continued to do for her, paying for her apartment. Sidra did wonder when they would cut her off, as it would be the simplest way to tell her that they wanted her to move away, they were not supporting her insane Senshi ways. Which was fine, more or less, she could take care of herself.
"Um," Sidra started, sitting on the edge of her mildly ratty, but still totally serviceable couch, "Oh! This is Astraea. She's sort of joining us? If she wants to. Maybe. I don't even know with her, sometimes." Sidra whispered the last bit as Astraea walked back in and sat her a** down on a cushion.
"I'm only staying for the necessary senshi/knight talk. After that, I'm out; I don't think I can handle chatting about human boys for more than a second," Astraea said haughtily.
Sidra shrugged, and slid down in to the couch. It was sort of off white, in a way that you sort of went "is that dirty, or is it actually the colour?". Sidra didn't actually know either, but she febreezed the s**t out of it, so she expected it was at least smelling fresh if not ever looking fresh.
"So. Hi. I'm Sidra, we've met a few times, though I'm not sure if you remember? It's probably good to get this out of the way, since not everyone really understands my past-- pretty much, neither do I-- but I used to be Sailor Nova, and then I was Corrupted by Charonite. Do you remember me?"
Totally girl talk, like, laugh out loud!
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 8:00 pm
Poleaxed was a great word. It was one of those fifty-point words that looked like it should have had more syllables than it actually did, and it was one of those awesome things that nobody really knew what it was but they knew how to use it. Sorta. It was the look that currently was on Daphne's face before she simply sat down in the middle of Sidra's apartment, staring at the floor before taking a deep breath and letting it out. "Yeah. Yeah I remember you. You're dead." Fingers scrubbed through her hair before shoving her bag to the side and trying to relax a bit.
"Daphne is who I am now. We figured that since that was the name Castor knew me as it might as well work for the rest of the time you know? Used to be Audrey Collins, Linarite, all nine yards." Her lips twitched a bit. "You didn't like me because I hated your shoes. Was a pretty Ursula thing I thought. I'm guessing the ah...Cosmos thing is why you're not dead still?" There was really no easy way to say something like that, or ask what was obviously a very rude question, dredging up things that were probably painful.
Well ******** what wasn't painful about their lives? Looking over to the cat Daphne added, rife with amusement, "I remember you too. You're what kept Castor alive long enough for me to make the monumental mistake of falling in love with him. Thanks." It was genuine if a bit flippant!
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