001 Violent Outburst - dictated

[hatesgoodbyes]

[Enjoy muttering while the journal is flipped open and flipped rapidly through, as if looking for instructions, directions, explanation..anything. The voice is clearly disgruntled and female but it sounds filtered as though through a speaker or headset.]

…Fuckberries.

This isn’t Valhalla, it sure as hell isn’t Blood Gulch, so where the hell am I? I see some giant thing that looks like a castle, ok I’m just going to call it a castle until it turns out to be something different.

Who the fuck builds castles now? Alien architecture sure, but Camelot? Wonderful, just great. I’m stuck in the middle of who the fuck knows where, with a castle and a bunch of unarmed civilians.

So, hey out there…anyone seen Blue base? Hell anyone seen Red base? [Rueful laughter] I must be bad off if I actually want to see those assholes.

(OOC Note: I apologize for the gratuitous profanity but I swear to you it is canon based. Please be aware this is an f-bomb minefield.)

Comments

[i_got_this]

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

[hatesgoodbyes]

....South? What the fuck are you doing heree?

[i_got_this]

Same fucking thing as everyone else.

[hatesgoodbyes]

So....jack shit then.

Seriously what the hell is goingon here? Is that seriosuly a castle I'm seeing?

[originalcopy]

...

...Tex?

[No fucking way.]

Where are you?

[hatesgoodbyes]

Church?

[What the fuck....?]

....Why?

[originalcopy]

What do you mean why?

[Well, she knows who he is. That's a good start.]

[hatesgoodbyes]

..uhh because I know you.

[Seriously..did he really even question it? Also South, Church, she wasn't willing to bet Omega wasn't here somewhere and if it was Chruch and herself would be the prime targets.]

Dictated

[the_effect_she_has]

Welcome to Paradisa. There's no Red base, and there's no Blue base. Yet.

Dictated

[hatesgoodbyes]

Of course not, that'd be too damned easy. Paradisa? That's a really stupid name, who the hell thought of that?

What's with the yet? [her tone drropped to the a low growl.] Don't tell me you're a new blue. Jesus fucking christ, I'm gone for like sixty seconds .....

Re: Dictated

[the_effect_she_has]

Not anyone living here right now, I can tell you that much.

[She shrugged.] People have a way of wishing things into existence. You might end up wishing it here. [She frowned.] I'm no Red or Blue. I'm just Katniss.

Dictated

[hatesgoodbyes]

...what the hell's a catness?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Welcome to Paradisa, Texas. You're a long way away from home. I'd try to explain the place, but you won't believe it.

It's been a while. And I'm sure Church will be pleased to see you.

[hatesgoodbyes]

Wash? [Give her a moment, ok?] Yeah, kinda getting the impression this place is an acid trip on acid. What the hell are you doing here?

[A short bark of laughter.] Yeah, I don't think pleased is exactly the adjective of choice there.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

The same thing as everyone else here. Surviving. I've been here for years.

Give him time. It's a shock when new people get here. At least he didn't try to injure you on arrival.

[filter to Tex]

This is a filter. You're going to want to use them. Just... Be careful you're specific with them.

[youfallback]

[The sound of her voice alone makes Carolina's blood boil where she's stationed out in the hangar. She'd needed some peace and quiet after the departure of the children, but apparently the Castle had different ideas of "peace" and "quiet." For a long few moments, she flits between reverence for her mother, the woman Carolina now knew Texas had been modeled after, and the outright rage at the symbol of Texas: everything she ever had and lost. She'd taken the Director, York, the team, CT, her sanity, her dignity, everything. And after all that, she was supposed to somehow be the only fragment of her mother still around.

Minus that video Carolina bet he still watched; it had been played too many times when she was younger to ever forget it.

That indecision is only riled further by the accusations of her insanity upon returning to the Castle, on her aggressive and hostile totally logical behavior. She had to protect her identity, what she had left of it, from anything and anyone and now Texas, just by being here, threatened it.]

You're not Allison. [It's a halfway point between the two poles of fury and respect for her mother and more of a gut reaction than she can realize. She wanted what York had said to be true. For her to be Allison and all that it meant.]

[hatesgoodbyes]

[Wash had warned her, he'd told her Carolina was there but still... Tex hadn't been prepared for the response, it was brief and almost as much pain as anger behind it. Three simple words..fuck hadn't three words more or less always been the bane of her existence?

In this case those three words were calling her out, accusing and condemning all at once. The woman had so much anger, so much hate inside, Tex had a hard time understanding at first, before she made the connection...Carolina knew. But know one was supposed to know. Now one who could still get hurt anyway.

The director, ok you want to talk about fucked up relationships there is the mother and father of them all. Shit, she shouldn't even be reacting, technically she's not supposed to feel, she's not a real person.

But that hadn't stopped her from trying to help Carolina had it? She'd moved in ways the other woman could never understand to see that she was protected or guided certain ways. Tex had been her one true competition but there were deeper forces at work between them, apparently those were now out in the open.]

Why don't we discuss that in person, Carolina. I'm in front of the big castle, I doubt you can miss it.

[youfallback]

[Somehow, hearing her codename from the other woman's lips (or not lips really if she thought hard enough about it) is suddenly foreign but familiar, crushing but relieving. The tone of the response seemed to be set in the rivalry, something familiar and not family. Just the things Carolina had known for over a year now. Yet, the thought that the rivalry was everything, that Allison really was truly gone still brought a fresh wash of grief over her. It was something she had felt from time to time when she watched her father die slowly from the agony, but something she had also slowly gotten over. She had said goodbye. Her father hadn't.

But now it felt raw and open and exposed to anyone who might see, the welts of her own self-flagellation ripped open again to match her father's.

And she didn't want to talk. She didn't want to come walking up to a reality-shattering vision of her mother and try to even pretend things weren't fucked nine ways to Sunday.]

I don't need to discuss it. I can see it for myself right now.

[originalcopy]

[Most of the journal chatter right now is just sort of filtered off and ignored, Tex is back and he's trying to figure out the jumble of emotions that brings up. But certain words will always catch his attention, no matter what else is going on. Allison is at the top of that list.

He pauses, blinks... reads over the words as they start spreading across the page. Reads them again...]

Wait... what?

[What the hell was Carolina talking about? He reads it again, just to make sure... it doesn't make any sense. But then a lot of Carolina's behavior hadn't made much sense to him.]

Church

[hatesgoodbyes]

It's nothing, let it go.

[encryptedlock]

[Well. And here he almost thought Carolina was going to get better.

Fuck.

Thanks a lot, castle. Thanks a lot.

But, to be perfectly fair, he had always rather liked Tex, and they at least got along. Maybe things would be okay here. Maybe she and Carolina wouldn't fucking murder each other in the first ten minutes.]

Tex. Long time no see.

--And before you say it, yeah, I'm not dead.

York

[youfallback]

Don't talk to her. [Her voice is a deadly calm, filled to the brim with an ultimatum: her or me.]

[encryptedlock]

[Oh, fuck off, Carolina.]

Because you're leaving her alone. No.

[hatesgoodbyes]

Holy shit... [For once she honestly sounds happy to hear a voice.]

Glad you're not dead, never know when a locksmith could come in handy.

[Damn good to know he was alive, she didn't expect the relief she felt about it.]

You doing alright in this place?

[encryptedlock]

That's one way of putting it. I've been here four and a half years now, and it's not too bad. Kind of peaceful.

[You know, if his ex-girlfriend would stop challenging you to fights within ten seconds of your getting here. Ah well.]

How about you?