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Who: The Ills (Jilly, Billy and Willow)
What: Friends reconnecting to a bit of karaoke
When: About 8ish, Thursday evening.
Where: Caritas
Rating: PG-13 for Billy's secret evil motives.
Sometimes it amazed Jilly how much the months in Paradisa could weigh on you. She argued against the people who claimed death had no meaning here, or that their struggles here were meaningless and easily forgotten, but sometimes she wished she could agree. In the midst of yet another crisis, with more people disappearing, slipping back to their own worlds and fates every day, it could be an almost overwhelming burden to bear.
But Jilly had bore other burdens before, equally heavy, and she already knew how this went. It didn't get easier and it didn't go away...and there was no way she could do it on her own. Legato, perhaps without even trying, had made her forget. He'd isolated her, making her in all ways the scared little girl too afraid to speak up about what was going on around her. Really, he'd barely had to do anything...and that's where the shame had been. The threat had been more implied than implicit. She'd filled in the blanks herself, with her own memories. And she'd forgotten the lessons she'd learned the first time around.
There was no fixing it alone.
So this was her, rewalking this path. It was a new problem with new faces, but the steps were the same. She had the Doctor. She had Allen and Lois. She had allies to turn to. But, even more than the "heroes," she had something even more secure to lean on. Her friends.
Her latest conversation with Legato had left her troubled, but that wasn't what tonight was about. Tonight was a reminder that, when this was all said and done, Legato and Riful and Arthas would not have won. Because there was more to this place than the fighting and the violence and the battle of wills. And tonight, she intended to dance and laugh and drink (just a little) and remember who she was for the days ahead.
It was still pretty early, the music just a recorded soundtrack being looped through the overhead speakers while Lorne waited for the nights' crowd to arrive, but Jilly's foot tapped along all the same. She had a bottle of beer that she hadn't really touched yet, and her finger traced patterns in the condensation on the surface. Waiting. Willow would be coming for sure. And, if Billy managed to fail to show (which would be unsurprising considering how distracted he'd sounded), well...they'd just have to go find him later. After they'd had their night on the town.
What: Friends reconnecting to a bit of karaoke
When: About 8ish, Thursday evening.
Where: Caritas
Rating: PG-13 for Billy's secret evil motives.
Sometimes it amazed Jilly how much the months in Paradisa could weigh on you. She argued against the people who claimed death had no meaning here, or that their struggles here were meaningless and easily forgotten, but sometimes she wished she could agree. In the midst of yet another crisis, with more people disappearing, slipping back to their own worlds and fates every day, it could be an almost overwhelming burden to bear.
But Jilly had bore other burdens before, equally heavy, and she already knew how this went. It didn't get easier and it didn't go away...and there was no way she could do it on her own. Legato, perhaps without even trying, had made her forget. He'd isolated her, making her in all ways the scared little girl too afraid to speak up about what was going on around her. Really, he'd barely had to do anything...and that's where the shame had been. The threat had been more implied than implicit. She'd filled in the blanks herself, with her own memories. And she'd forgotten the lessons she'd learned the first time around.
There was no fixing it alone.
So this was her, rewalking this path. It was a new problem with new faces, but the steps were the same. She had the Doctor. She had Allen and Lois. She had allies to turn to. But, even more than the "heroes," she had something even more secure to lean on. Her friends.
Her latest conversation with Legato had left her troubled, but that wasn't what tonight was about. Tonight was a reminder that, when this was all said and done, Legato and Riful and Arthas would not have won. Because there was more to this place than the fighting and the violence and the battle of wills. And tonight, she intended to dance and laugh and drink (just a little) and remember who she was for the days ahead.
It was still pretty early, the music just a recorded soundtrack being looped through the overhead speakers while Lorne waited for the nights' crowd to arrive, but Jilly's foot tapped along all the same. She had a bottle of beer that she hadn't really touched yet, and her finger traced patterns in the condensation on the surface. Waiting. Willow would be coming for sure. And, if Billy managed to fail to show (which would be unsurprising considering how distracted he'd sounded), well...they'd just have to go find him later. After they'd had their night on the town.