Excrucior?

[metatron_tm]

I'm feeling rather odd today. (And yes, I just know what comments that remark is prompting some pathetic uncreative little minds to ferment today, so I'll pre-empt you and tell you not to bother.) It's possibly due to the... family reunion, shall we say? After running around like a lunatic telling people what needed telling over the past few days,

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[oldestbeloved]

*amused, gives the Metatron a tentative hug*

You're chipper today. I like it.

[metatron_tm]

*blinks, but hugs him back anyway*

Not quite the word I would have chosen, but it'll do.

And you?

[oldestbeloved]

*sighs* I've been better.

But you've actually managed to cheer me up. I'm impressed.

And grateful. Thank you.

[metatron_tm]

Want to rant, or just drink? *cants his head*

I have? Stop the press. I'm sure it deserves a holiday or something... *grins*

You're more than welcome.

[oldestbeloved]

*wry* Believe it or not, I'm not much of a drinker. It helps that most forms of human-brewed alcohol aren't nearly as toxic to me as to them.

*sighs*

There's not much to tell. Well, there probably is. A few of my neighbors and ... imprints of a friend, I suppose... have been doing their damndest to help someone, within a certain forum. Another friend has also been trying, but outside of the forum in a place of her own power. Which would be all well and good, except that it seems to be interfering with what happens in-forum. And she refuses to set foot in-forum, but instead lurks on the edges and gives self-evident advice. And then matters hit a standstill.

And then while we were discussing the whole mess with several of the folk involved, I got impatient and said some tactless truths. And it's just been sulking and morosity from there.

... morosity. What an odd word.

[metatron_tm]

Join the club. On the not-drinking.

Ah. Life as normal then? And moroseness, do you mean? *frowns, shrugs* I know what you mean anyway.

Frustrated, then?

[oldestbeloved]

Frustrated, tired, and I have no idea as to an equitable solution to all parties. Which still should not be my problem, but ... well, friends are involved.

[metatron_tm]

No independant authority to call in?

[oldestbeloved]

Unfortunately, no. We're all alone on this one. The independant authorities are as stumped as we are.

[metatron_tm]

Did you try bashing heads together, all apologising and agreeing to play nice?

[oldestbeloved]

Not yet. I'm working myself up to be able to apologize, so when the bashing and demanding of apologies occurs I'll be able to follow through.

*indulging in a brief whine* I don't know what she expected, though. I don't know why she's acting so shocked. I never claimed, and I will never claim to be a nice person. I am not a nice person. I have most often been called an evil person. What the hell was she expecting?

[metatron_tm]

As long as you only apologise if you mean it.

*pats him on the shoulder* People are irrational. They don't follow logic of any sort. Even expecting them to is irrational. *grins* If you see.

[oldestbeloved]

*wry chuckle* I do. And I will. But every once in a while... *shakes head and sighs* Ah well. As many wise men have said.. in time, this too shall pass.

[metatron_tm]

I know. Really,it's usually a case of 'physician, heal thyself' for me. Are we playing the cliche game now?

[oldestbeloved]

We could, I suppose. *grins* There's always a silver lining? Or the one about opening of doors and windows?

[metatron_tm]

Oh don't jump the gun.