[ accidental visual / quinn's apartment ]

[cheerioless]

Quinn is in the bedroom of her apartment, she is dressed in a short light pink satin bathrobe - with a towel wrapped around her head. Since she can’t go her regular spa back home, she has spent the entire day doing her own home spa activities. She’s done the long luxurious bath (with extra bubbles), she’s done the face mask, she’s done her nails (

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[slayersidekick]

[ it's nice to see someone dancing around and having such a good time like this, but willow can't help wondering if quinn's like her: doing things like this to try to block out everything else. she debates for a few minutes and then finally just goes for it. ]

You look like you're having fun.

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[cheerioless]

[ quinn falls to the bed without jumping back up, she hadn't expected to hear a voice. she pushes her hair of her eyes and stares at the tablet. crap! ]

Hey Willow. Um, yeah. [ she laughs slightly. ] I am actually. But now I'm kind of embarrassed.

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[slayersidekick]

[ willow looks a little embarrassed herself. ]

I-I didn't mean to interrupt. It's been a long time since I did anything like that.

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[cheerioless]

[ quinn glances over at the plate of cookies and pitcher of lemonade. she grins and looks back at the screen. ]

No time like the present. You can come over and partake in the fun.

[voice]

[luthoran]

Be careful with that, or I might have to record you for the elevators.

[voice]

[cheerioless]

Oh cra - Mr Luthor, hi. [ pause ] Or you should be careful, I might take that as a challenge.

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[smecker]

Paul watches for a moment; he doesn't know the song but she has a half-decent voice. He has a love-hate relationship with song-- for every opera he has (well, had) on vinyl back in the real world there's a distasteful memory of his mother, of too many hours spent at a piano's keys, of droning choirboys and drills on the composers. Suffice to say he has no Christmas-like giddy joy for singing.

But it's the girl who'd been bitten; so that too is what prompts him to wait through the song, until she's done, then clear his throat as he opens a transmission.

"Hi.... Quinn, wasn't it? I don't know if you remember me, Paul Smecker, we spoke once but you were, ah, experiencing blood loss at the time."

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[cheerioless]

Quinn looks slightly startled at hearing a voice, and then almost embarrassed. Almost but she quickly covers it up with a smile.

"I remember," she nods. Even though she wishes she could forget. "I never got a chance to thank you for your help. So thank you."

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[smecker]

"I didn't do much," Paul says dryly. "I wish I'd been able to do more.

"Are you... doing okay, from all that?"

Playing therapist isn't exactly his strong suit. But from one bite-ee to another, he feels he has to at least ask.

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[cheerioless]

"You still did something," Quinn replies. "A lot of people just ignored my message." Quinn can't help but wonder if she would have done that had their positions been reversed.

"Um," she paused for a moment to think. She knows who has attacked her now, and knows that they're sorry. Still, she has had a few nightmares. "As well as can be expected, I guess."

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[cheerioless]

For a moment Quinn looks absolutely mortified, then she quickly makes sure she is decent - at least as decent as one can be in a bathrobe.

"Stefan! Did...did you see all of that?"

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[cheerioless]

Quinn blushes a little. She isn't used to getting complimented on her voice, she's a background singer not a soloist. She's no Rachel, but really thank God, baby Jesus and all his angels for that!

"Thank you," she pushes damp hair behind her ear. "I don't normally do this by the way, that would be...weird."