[Inferred context: - The shops on the ex-moon are a bit of a hike out. - Since becoming human-shaped again, Erika has been lethargic and rarely out of someone's company when not in her room or with the sims. - She's not well known for saying "please".]
[This is one of those phantom-difficulty tasks. Seems horrible in the anticipation stage; turns out to be perfectly simple, leaves you wondering what all the stress was about. Erika makes it from the dojo to the dorm without event, and takes nothing for granted.
She feels relatively good - balanced, normal - by the time Mia arrives. The physical weakness is just one thing, for now, not a spindly web of things tangling up time and reason. She is presentable, at minimum, and the minimum counts for a lot. Mia shouldn't be someone she needs to impress - she is only a person, everyone is only ever a person, her memories of the Devil want to remind her - but that was then and this is now and everything and everyone is far enough away to feel like strangers again.
She breathes on her hands to keep them warm while she waits.]
[Mia calls when she's a little ways away, approaching at just the time she's suggested. She's got her bag with her, hands protected and bracer half-covered by those gloves. She gives a little wave and-]
Alright, are you ready to go? Where are we headed first?
[She's accepted her role as babysitter chaperone with no complaint.]
[She's not wearing the heavier parts of her usual ensemble, and her steps a little shorter than usual. Otherwise, she takes the lead with nothing out of place, comfortable heading the train.
Erika waves the paper slightly in a very "of course I do, I plan everything" way. If you're the kind of person who intuits those kinds of things from papers being waved.]
Last year, it kind of caught me off guard. Gifting this many people is...tough.
[For - okay, yeah, America, Christmas, office, yeah. Like, she doesn't know the specifics, but it makes sense.]
We sent out New Year's cards. Emails, actually. Low-hassle, and not my job, either. [Internet cafe membership programs are really not a highbrow source of festive post. It's basically spam mail. Bleaugh. More eventful was the private celebrations at Hudie, and the artful dodging of any allusions to Erika's dearth of good luck and long life.
Not all that different from going into a new year under the current circumstances, really.
[They still sound like a bit of a chore, but less annoying than figuring out a professional gift. How many ways are there to say "I don't plan on knowing you as a person but respect you as a colleague, Merry Christmas"? Not many.]
You're really good at that kind of thing, though, aren't you, Erika? Computers, I mean.
Very. Probably more than you can imagine, actually.
[Erika is shy at the moment but shy does not mean modest. She breathes in through her nose, in that slow way that people do when they're rifling through memories.]
It was an internet cafe. Things like that were up to the membership service, or my brother. I handled back-end issues, not customers.
[Even years ago Erika wouldn't have taken offense. It's just True.]
Well, it wasn't like... [A lump presents itself in her throat. She swallows it down by force, glances back at Mia for a moment as though gauging...something, and goes on matter-of-factly.] Our parents were gone, and I was sick back then, so I didn't go to school. It fit the circumstances.
Our parents were gone, too-- mine and Maya's, by the time she was three.
[There's little emotion to it, just like Erika's. It's an exchange. Erika has given her potentially sensitive information; to urge her trust, Mia gives the same. Glancing at Erika, she adds in a short, one-sided smile.]
It's still pretty impressive. Taking care of yourselves and each other like that... It's hard work.
Earning money is pretty simple. The hard part is always the...soft stuff. He talked more, but I don't think it - I was young [you still are, erika] so maybe I didn't get to know him well enough, but I'm sure it didn't come naturally to him, either.
[Mia crosses her arms, staring at the path ahead.]
It can be really difficult when someone's found themselves in charge of another child when they're still [just a child?] very young themselves, but I can imagine he tried.
[She would have-- did, in a similar place, but still doesn't feel like it was enough. Perhaps Erika's brother is... was the same.]
[Her heart hurts. That little tap of silence before the question leaves her confused about whether it's a good or a bad hurt.]
No. I don't really know what happened to him. He might be fine, or - the Hunger could have already gotten around to our world. Or maybe something else happened, there's no telling. [There's a note of weary tension in her voice. Like, she's not mad that this is the topic at hand, but she just sounds existentially frustrated with it. With not knowing for sure, even after thinking about this over and over in the nearly two years since.] My time ran out, and I woke up somewhere else. Eventually it swallowed that place. It could have been forever ago.
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[Mia is quiet, for just a moment, before her hand comes to rest on Erika's shoulder.]
Or, he might be fine.
[It's gentle. Mia and her sister have a similar aura to them when they get serious, like this, the tranquil kind of seriousness that comes from their spiritual training.]
In a universe with millions of possibilities, there's always that chance. Just like there's the chance we'll still be able to do something about this. About all of it.
[It's so gentle. Even at her best, determination makes Erika cold and sharp and wistful. She enjoys this attention, though she feels sometimes like it's wasted on her.]
Yeah, I've...considered the odds. Even one percent isn't zero. [a very Erika way of agreeing.] If it were, I wouldn't have taken the Director's hand to begin with. Or stuck it out for this last mission. [She shrugs again, a hrrm noise catching in her throat and trailing off.
Her pace slows, because she abruptly looks up over her shoulder at Mia, just...staring at her for a moment, in thought.]
[Erika's pause causes Mia to slow in turn, eyes a bit wide in puzzlement. As much as she doesn't show other emotions very candidly, curiosity is one thing Mia never hides.
There are things she could press about Erika's other comments, but it's really the hesitation that's caught her attention.]
It's basically Christmas. [They're nearly to the tavern. It's late enough in the afternoon that there's a light haze of activity on the street, patches of sound filling up silences with warmth.] Last year we'd just come back from a mission. It was a success in every way. People on base were generous.
[So...lots of gifts. It was a happy time. Erika looks puzzled for a moment as something comes to mind, vaguely self-conscious about sharing it.] ...Maya made me this...party hat. With a spider. I didn't know what to think about it.
[Is that the kind of good story you tell someone?? Is it revealing of anything, she really has no idea.]
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this is sometime during the interlude idk
[Inferred context:
- The shops on the ex-moon are a bit of a hike out.
- Since becoming human-shaped again, Erika has been lethargic and rarely out of someone's company when not in her room or with the sims.
- She's not well known for saying "please".]
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[It's okay. Maya doesn't always 'please' it, either. Mia gets what Erika's going for.]
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[couple of seconds later:]
But I should stop at the dorms first. I need a shower, actually.
[oops.]
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Meet me outside of the dorms and we'll go from there.
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Got it.
[This is one of those phantom-difficulty tasks. Seems horrible in the anticipation stage; turns out to be perfectly simple, leaves you wondering what all the stress was about. Erika makes it from the dojo to the dorm without event, and takes nothing for granted.
She feels relatively good - balanced, normal - by the time Mia arrives. The physical weakness is just one thing, for now, not a spindly web of things tangling up time and reason. She is presentable, at minimum, and the minimum counts for a lot. Mia shouldn't be someone she needs to impress - she is only a person, everyone is only ever a person, her memories of the Devil want to remind her - but that was then and this is now and everything and everyone is far enough away to feel like strangers again.
She breathes on her hands to keep them warm while she waits.]
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[Mia calls when she's a little ways away, approaching at just the time she's suggested. She's got her bag with her, hands protected and bracer half-covered by those gloves. She gives a little wave and-]
Alright, are you ready to go? Where are we headed first?
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Do you know the apparel shop up the hill from the Tea Kettle?
[Her plans are scrawled on a slip of paper, which she produces and glances over.]
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[She even gestures for Erika to set off in that direction with her, waiting until Erika's passed her to start moving.]
Got everything all planned out, I see?
[Mia asks, of Erika's paper.]
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Erika waves the paper slightly in a very "of course I do, I plan everything" way. If you're the kind of person who intuits those kinds of things from papers being waved.]
Last year, it kind of caught me off guard. Gifting this many people is...tough.
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[Sighs Mia light-heartedly, taking that assessment of Erika's papers and steps to mind but saying nothing about either of them.]
Planning's necessary, at this point.
[Yes, she does have plans of her own, which she's made time for Erika in for now.]
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[For - okay, yeah, America, Christmas, office, yeah. Like, she doesn't know the specifics, but it makes sense.]
We sent out New Year's cards. Emails, actually. Low-hassle, and not my job, either. [Internet cafe membership programs are really not a highbrow source of festive post. It's basically spam mail. Bleaugh. More eventful was the private celebrations at Hudie, and the artful dodging of any allusions to Erika's dearth of good luck and long life.
Not all that different from going into a new year under the current circumstances, really.
God why is she thinking about this it sucks.]
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[They still sound like a bit of a chore, but less annoying than figuring out a professional gift. How many ways are there to say "I don't plan on knowing you as a person but respect you as a colleague, Merry Christmas"? Not many.]
You're really good at that kind of thing, though, aren't you, Erika? Computers, I mean.
[cos god does she know so very little.]
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Very. Probably more than you can imagine, actually.
[Erika is shy at the moment but shy does not mean modest. She breathes in through her nose, in that slow way that people do when they're rifling through memories.]
It was an internet cafe. Things like that were up to the membership service, or my brother. I handled back-end issues, not customers.
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[It's not even sarcastic, it's just. Erika.... isn't customer service material, alright. Not everyone is. That's fine.]
You're a bit young for it, aren't you? That's impressive.
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Well, it wasn't like... [A lump presents itself in her throat. She swallows it down by force, glances back at Mia for a moment as though gauging...something, and goes on matter-of-factly.] Our parents were gone, and I was sick back then, so I didn't go to school. It fit the circumstances.
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[Answers Mia, simply, elegantly.]
Our parents were gone, too-- mine and Maya's, by the time she was three.
[There's little emotion to it, just like Erika's. It's an exchange. Erika has given her potentially sensitive information; to urge her trust, Mia gives the same. Glancing at Erika, she adds in a short, one-sided smile.]
It's still pretty impressive. Taking care of yourselves and each other like that... It's hard work.
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Earning money is pretty simple. The hard part is always the...soft stuff. He talked more, but I don't think it - I was young [you still are, erika] so maybe I didn't get to know him well enough, but I'm sure it didn't come naturally to him, either.
[...
she shrugs.]
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[Mia crosses her arms, staring at the path ahead.]
It can be really difficult when someone's found themselves in charge of another child when they're still [just a child?] very young themselves, but I can imagine he tried.
[She would have-- did, in a similar place, but still doesn't feel like it was enough. Perhaps Erika's brother is... was the same.]
Was he with you, before all this happened?
[Was he like Mia? Dead?]
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No. I don't really know what happened to him. He might be fine, or - the Hunger could have already gotten around to our world. Or maybe something else happened, there's no telling. [There's a note of weary tension in her voice. Like, she's not mad that this is the topic at hand, but she just sounds existentially frustrated with it. With not knowing for sure, even after thinking about this over and over in the nearly two years since.] My time ran out, and I woke up somewhere else. Eventually it swallowed that place. It could have been forever ago.
i don't have a good icon for this right now wom wom womp
Or, he might be fine.
[It's gentle. Mia and her sister have a similar aura to them when they get serious, like this, the tranquil kind of seriousness that comes from their spiritual training.]
In a universe with millions of possibilities, there's always that chance. Just like there's the chance we'll still be able to do something about this. About all of it.
We just have to keep believing it can be so.
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Yeah, I've...considered the odds. Even one percent isn't zero. [a very Erika way of agreeing.] If it were, I wouldn't have taken the Director's hand to begin with. Or stuck it out for this last mission. [She shrugs again, a hrrm noise catching in her throat and trailing off.
Her pace slows, because she abruptly looks up over her shoulder at Mia, just...staring at her for a moment, in thought.]
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There are things she could press about Erika's other comments, but it's really the hesitation that's caught her attention.]
What's on your mind?
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...Gifts. [That's not what's actually on her mind.] Last year you weren't here yet.
[But thinking about whether Mia owns nice slippers or not is preferable to heading down that particular thought spiral.]
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['Last year, I was dead,' is a thought that Mia doesn't voice. She lets it pass, looking back up at the road they're on.]
Is it much like Christmas? I'm not as familiar, but I know Maya's all about it this year.
[Perhaps for the fun of it, but she suspects it's also for the chance to cheer everyone up.]
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[So...lots of gifts. It was a happy time. Erika looks puzzled for a moment as something comes to mind, vaguely self-conscious about sharing it.] ...Maya made me this...party hat. With a spider. I didn't know what to think about it.
[Is that the kind of good story you tell someone?? Is it revealing of anything, she really has no idea.]
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