02 | Accidental Visual/Location: Gwen's House | I Can't Reach You Anymore

[freaks_myword]

Gwen currently has the privilege of experiencing for herself the Tablet's ability to turn on and off without provocation.  So when the screen flickers on, viewers get just a glimpse--curly brown hair and a shoulder--before the Tablet is unceremoniously knocked off its pedestal and the view changes abruptly, now looking up at her instead of down.

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[Visual]

[freaks_myword]

Oh, Party, you don't have to tell her. She knows what it's like to want something so bad, you'll do whatever it takes...whatever it takes to get it.

She doesn't know why or what it is, but she gets angry. Maybe it's because she feels like she lost something and had the hope of it dangled in her face like a string. Maybe it's because Party's doubting her drive, and the strength of her motivations. Maybe it's because he can't know, really know, what LISA means to her, or what it's like to feel someone else's skin when it's the first time you've ever felt it, and then lose it again. Maybe it's because somewhere, he could be right. She's lost so much that any move she makes is the wrong one, and it's paralyzing.

Her response is perhaps not the grateful one he expects and definitely deserves. It's harsh and defensive. "Let's get this straight, sugar bear. I went through hell to find this thing back home. I electrocuted a room full of men to walk away with it in my hands. I--"

Sold out someone I loved to get it back when I lost it.

"--know what it takes. And I tell you what. When I get it? I'll personally shake your hand."

[Visual]

[poisonousparty]

Party's eyes narrow. Well, this is a whole can of worms. On some level he feels like he can relate to Gwen now, more than ever. Even if he doesn't understand the exact reasoning, he understands the sentiment. But he also thinks Gwen is being a tad touchy, since Party didn't mean it like that. Then again, Party isn't sure how anyone's going to take what he says.

He takes a while to respond. A long, long while, a good 30 seconds, just staring at the tablet. At Gwen. He's a little shocked, sure, but he wants to chose his words carefully. His face is impassive, or as impassive as he can get. Good thing he learned from his pokerfaced brother.

"You're not alone this time." And it's a guess, sure, but it's a guess he thinks is probably accurate. "You've got a Killjoy on your side, remember?"

[Visual]

[freaks_myword]

Some time passes and...it's awkward. Awkward silences aren't Gwen's thing. She feels drained, physically and otherwise. But before he speaks she has to say, "Sorry. It's just--this thing, it means a lot. To me. It helped me...be normal. Not every toy in a crackerjack box helps me do that."

Just the corner of her mouth turns upward. Not being alone? Kind of weird. She'd been doing it all her life until she met up with Connor and his gang, and even then, well...screwed them over, so she was pretty much alone then too, in the end. "I remember. I'll keep it in mind. Not used to playing with others. But," she sighs, and the next words are as sincere as she can make them. "Thank you."

[Visual]

[poisonousparty]

"Hey." Party's voice is still soft, surprisingly high. He pauses, coughing for a few moments. He's unsure if he should give this information out, but it's Gwen. Not that Party's going to watch what he says about certain shit, but there's no way you can act like that little tirade and work for BL\ind.. There's not enough medication in the world to give someone the guise of sincerity.

"No one here's normal. I'm not. My brother isn't. Mr. Librarian's weird, and even the normal FBI types seem to be few cycles short of a temper. Be weird. Be fucking proud of it."

He tilts his head up, some, and there's barely the ghost of a smile on his face.

"Look alive, Sunshine."