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[futures_of_ash]

Following an altercation outside, Rachel leads Veronica into the the cells.

The note left for other security officers simply read:

Veronica Mars, five days for assault and attempted murder under the influence of a curse/alter mind.

RachelShe nodded semi-genially to the celled girl and sighed, padding back out into the main Bar. She had things to

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[watching_you]

"Okay."

She crosses her legs.

"Um. I don't - I'm not sure when -" She coughs to clear her throat. "I don't know what caused it. But I think it has something to do with that black place. I came back and... I don't know. Since then it's been different. It's all felt different. It's like - you know sometimes you get that little voice in the back of your head that tells you to do crazy things? Like someone's being an idiot and you just want to haul off and punch them or something but you don't? You stop yourself? I came back and it was... stronger. Harder to ignore. It would say things and I would just do them, I couldn't not. And I would try to... focus, try to be myself, but I couldn't. And eventually it just took over."

She bows her head.

"I could see myself... doing things, sometimes, and I'd think - no, stop - but it wouldn't matter. It was like I was a passenger. Like I didn't have any choice anymore. Everything I did would be the worst possible thing I could have done, the worst version of myself. And I didn't..."

Veronica trails off, then shakes her head. "Anyway, from what I can tell it's gone now. I think Rachel got rid of it all."

[watching_you]

"In the - the dark place, you mean? That weird house? Yeah, there were some other people from the Bar..."

Closing her eyes, she remembers.

"Dale Cooper, Charlie McGee. Someone named Crowley. And there were - others, I think, afterwards, but that was... later. I was alone for a long time. I don't know how long." She looks down at her hands. They're trembling. "I know names but I don't think I would... recognize anyone. It was dark in there. Black."

[watching_you]

"I don't know. But it's my best theory at the moment. I know some people in the bar deal with magic on a daily basis but it's never been my thing. That's the last time I've had to deal with something like that, and that's around when it started."

[watching_you]

She looks up at him sharply. "No, it's - it wasn't your fault. Don't be sorry. I'm sorry, for bashing you in the head."

[watching_you]

Wincing, "You weren't -! I just..." The curve of her shoulders takes on a defeated stoop. "B, you should probably just... disregard anything I said to you over the past... couple months."

[watching_you]

"You're not?"

This is an affront to Veronica's dignity!

"Haven't I ever showed you my taser?"

[watching_you]

"Don't thank me. Thank my small, girlish arms."

[watching_you]

"No more curse-related violence. Scout's honor. I'm glad that's over with as much as you."

Pause.

"Can't promise I won't slap you around a bit if you really deserve it, though."