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[Broken filtered to South]

I think we need to talk, South. Preferably this time, with us both sober...

It's important we get some things worked out.

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[[OOC note: ~~No tipping them off on the broken filter early, please~~. Have at it, folks. Open to tipping them off now.]]

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Heh. Lucky for you that's happening a lot more often now.

[Her tone is bitter, since sobriety hasn't been the easiest thing she's done, but she's doing it for North, so there's at least some attempt made.]

Edited 2013-02-24 02:53 (UTC)

[Dryly] You too? Probably not for exactly the same reason, but I've been cutting back.

So great. We've got something in common. [Wondering why he's doing it, because she's betting it's not because of North.]

What is it you wanted to talk about?

Just... Things regarding your future and my past.

And things regarding your brother.

[At least she's doesn't have to do this face to face, it would seem.]

What else is there to say? [She's wary. It's a constant drain in her, now that North is here, and vividly clear since she promised to cut back on her drinking.]

There's a lot of things that can be said regarding all of it. How are you holding up with keeping things hidden? [As he knows she won't tell North willingly.]

What do you think?

[Sharp. It's been hell,so far, but she's learning how to better curb her tongue.]

I'm guessing that knowing what you do in the future and keeping it from him is eating at you more than you'd like.

And you wish you had alcohol to dull that.

[She goes quiet for a long moment, because he hit the nail on the fucking head.]

Yeah well I'll just have to get creative, won't I?

As long as that creativity doesn't involve other kinds of intoxication...

South, I consider you team now, in spite of what happened in my past. I don't want to see anything bad happening to you.

I don't know, it might. [Mostly this is just talk. She figured North wouldn't be too happy if she just traded one bad habit for another.]

Tell the castle that. I don't think it has my best interests in mind. [It's weird, though, hearing Wash talk to her like this, after everything that's happened.]

Just don't.

I know it doesn't have any of our best interests in mind. Bringing you in from the point in the timeline it did with me expecting a traitor. Really, how can you not realize that it wants to put us through hell?

You think I want a reminder? Jesus, I see that scar every fucking day. Quit rubbing my face in it.

Edited 2013-02-24 22:53 (UTC)

I'm not trying to rub it in, South. I'm just proving my point there.

And I'm sorry about the scar.

What are you and South talking about?

... [He's double checking things.]

This was filtered. You shouldn't see it.

Fuck.

I can see it.

What's going on? Not to pry, but this is serious.

North -- don't. Just, don't.

[Oh god yes panic setting in fast. Let's take it out on Wash, shall we?]

Why isn't this filtered?!

He just called you a traitor, didn't he?

It is filtered. I double checked it. The filter isn't working.

And North, please. Stay out of that. It's something she hasn't done yet, as of the point she came from.

[Something she hasn't done yet?]

I appreciate that there are some things that aren't worth saying, but you don't need to keep secrets from me.

Just -- everyone just STOP.

[She's literally two seconds away from just closing the journal and running off again. She'd tried so hard, she'd been so good, about not telling him anything, and then this. She can't handle it.]

If you're not telling me, there's a reason.

[And he's worried, now. What did she do? What did they do? Surely she wouldn't have done it alone.]

But I still want to know.

North... Let it go. She isn't ready to talk to you about it. You shouldn't have even found out. This is my fault. I should have talked to her in person.

South, calm down.

Keep it in mind. I don't need to be lied to.

[Reluctantly, he closes the journal.]

[Softly, regretfully,]

In this case, you do.

[No, Wash, you are not in the clear. This is somehow still your fault.] We're never mentioning ay of this again. Ever. You got that?

South, you can't just leave it fester forever until you snap.

But we can take this to behind closed doors next time, all right? Never through the journal again.

[Cough Cough]

Every single person in this fucking castle can see our filtered discussion. Right?

[Dangerously calm right now. But he's fucking pissed.]

Yeah probably... it seems to be happening to everyone. Wonderfuck strikes again.

...hey uh, I... as soon as I realized this was supposed to be private I stopped reading. You know, if that helps or anything.

[shit's fuckin' awkward]

Thank you, Church. I appreciate that you've got that much discretion.

I might be an asshole, but even I'm not that much of an asshole.

Oh god not you too.

Look... I didn't read much alright.

Yeah, well you weren't supposed to read any of it.

I know... If I could unread it I would, but I can't.

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