o16. [voice] distort it all you can;

[theprizeofwar]

[A minor meltdown. She's angry (mostly at herself, actually), confused and perhaps a little scared--far from being rational. The background noise would suggest she's outside. There is the occasional sniffle; she's refusing to cry and has a developing cold. There's about a minute of background noises, throat clearing and about-to-say-somethings

Comments

[mothersmemory]

...

Are you alright?

[voice]

[theprizeofwar]

No ... And I apologise for my husband being a bastard about yours.

[mothersmemory]

Oh, er, that's alright. Men often say silly things.

Do you want anything?

[voice]

[theprizeofwar]

Hmm.

... It would be nice if the wind-chill factor dropped.

[Filter: briseis][Voice]

[twofold_fates]

Woah, Briseis, love, where are you? I'm on my lunch break from practice but I'm canceling it. Wherever you are, stay put and I'll be there in a few.

[Filter: Achilles][Voice]

[theprizeofwar]

What does it matter where I am? Everyone does a fantastic job without me--even my opinions manage to voice themselves.

[Filter: briseis][Voice]

[twofold_fates]

Briseis, anything I saw is in defense of you. A man has the right to defend his wife. Bris, you have a bad habit of starting to voice your opinion and then you just close up.

Where are you? If I have to look all over the city for you, I will.

[Filter: Achilles][Voice]

[theprizeofwar]

[scoffing] And small-talk with the daughters of Tyndareus really falls into that category.

That's because you never want to hear it. There's no point in saying anything because you don't take any of it on board unless I'm at my wit's end in the middle of the godsbedamned city!

I--... I don't know where I am... I was walking and talking.

[meaningnothing]

Hey, we get along well enough.

[voice]

[theprizeofwar]

I don't care. [Condescension ahoy] You're a shameless, warmongering harlot who believes she is the Fates' gift to man.

And I'd appreciate it if you irritated someone else. There isn't enough room here for your ego and the rest of cyberspace.

[meaningnothing]

Oh for the love of Zeus, you'd think you would know better. Do excuse me for not caring what you think of me.

You mentioned my name darling. Otherwise I wouldn't have bothered commenting.

[voice]

[theprizeofwar]

When exactly did you become subject to invocation?

[Filter: Briseis]

[menotthink]

Bris, love, where are you?

[Filter: Patroclus][voice]

[theprizeofwar]

Outside. [sniffle] With Bonnie.

[Filter: Patroclus]

[menotthink]

In the park near the complex, love? Let me come keep you company.

[Filter: Patroclus][voice]

[theprizeofwar]

Um... No, I--I need to think.

[Pause.]

You... make too much sense, but--but only with the details I give, and... and most are so... buried that I--I can't even remember...

[voice] off the scale ratings of faux-polite sarcasm

[theprizeofwar]

My apologies, Doctor Kimball, I wasn't aware you actually knew what you were talking about.

I was simply bringing it up so Patroclus might know what he was attempting to insult you with should he try it again. Was that wrong of me?

I'd rather I was left to speak for myself.

[theprizeofwar]

Most titles do.

The moment I catch one of them sharing falsehoods, I'll be sure to. And I'm fairly certain I've told him that before, but you know how men are. And, of course, they do say one woman's drink is another woman's poison. To each their own.

Unlike many members of the complex, I have things to attend to that take priority over arguments I'm fairly certain I've heard before. I'm sure you can understand that.