[that's a statement that would have made her cackle once upon a time, when she was wearing a mask more subtle than the green facepaint she has on tonight. Now, she just shrugs]
I try to these days, when I'm able.
[when a man she left and yet hasn't been able to keep out of her life isn't holding vague threats over her if she tells his truths. But that's a problem she doesn't have to worry about now, for more than one reason.
She blinks, a bit surprised by the daemon's question, less laughable than the others and yet...
She runs a finger along the rim of her glass, not able to look at either of them for a few moments as she ponders that. She shouldn't, really, she knows. It's the bloody apocalypse, and who knows what's going to happen. But there had been a sense of that back home, too]
Yeah. Which, on the one hand, is pretty damn depressing because at least the threats here are a little more concrete than a political party and a good percentage of the populace thinking I'm a degenerate. [and a plague that's killing her friends while the rest of the world just listens to Tommy Stone, their new plastic god.
She swallows, glancing up] But on the other, I left a whole lot of baggage back there. I've only run into one person who knew I used to be famous, and that's...refreshing. I would have hated it a couple years ago, to not be talked aobut, but now...I can have this place, and it's mine by my own merits, not because a few people recognize my last name and remember my ex-husband was a rock star.
[she hasn't mentioned to many that the surname she uses here is Brian's, that she's still using that as a tool--but it's not, here, so she's not quite sure why she's hung onto it for anyone besides Arthur. And maybe herself]
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I try to these days, when I'm able.
[when a man she left and yet hasn't been able to keep out of her life isn't holding vague threats over her if she tells his truths. But that's a problem she doesn't have to worry about now, for more than one reason.
She blinks, a bit surprised by the daemon's question, less laughable than the others and yet...
She runs a finger along the rim of her glass, not able to look at either of them for a few moments as she ponders that. She shouldn't, really, she knows. It's the bloody apocalypse, and who knows what's going to happen. But there had been a sense of that back home, too]
Yeah. Which, on the one hand, is pretty damn depressing because at least the threats here are a little more concrete than a political party and a good percentage of the populace thinking I'm a degenerate. [and a plague that's killing her friends while the rest of the world just listens to Tommy Stone, their new plastic god.
She swallows, glancing up] But on the other, I left a whole lot of baggage back there. I've only run into one person who knew I used to be famous, and that's...refreshing. I would have hated it a couple years ago, to not be talked aobut, but now...I can have this place, and it's mine by my own merits, not because a few people recognize my last name and remember my ex-husband was a rock star.
[she hasn't mentioned to many that the surname she uses here is Brian's, that she's still using that as a tool--but it's not, here, so she's not quite sure why she's hung onto it for anyone besides Arthur. And maybe herself]