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eachdraidh2015-01-05 08:28 pm
parallels) wrote in eachdraidh2015-01-05 08:28 pm
003 ☆ Voice ☆ Both Courts
Clara Oswald here.
So...
[There's a lengthy pause as if she really doesn't want to be doing this post but feels compelled to for some reason. Or perhaps she just has no idea how to start.]
So this is Draubwurld's chance to play advice columnist. About-
[There's another painful silence. Or space for a long suffering sigh.]
Relationships.
[Another pause and then suddenly she bursts into speech, going to quickly that it's a little frightening that someone's mouth can move that fast.]
I'm mean I can't be the only one, can I? Had someone back home and then ended up here. Or back here, technically, for me. And now you've got to figure out what's to be done about it. Can't stand around the station hoping your mobile will finally, someday, send them a text message back. The one that you meant to reply to before you showed up here.
If we're trapped here for years and age slowly, it's not quite going to work to just pop back in when the war is over. "Hey, sorry, got kidnapped by fairies 65 years ago, sorry about that, yeah I'd love to go to the cinema like you said in your text". And all the while, they've wondering why you went missing all those years ago.
[And there it is, the sigh.]
Do you just... remain loyal even if it means they might have forgotten you when you return? Or moved on? Or do you call it a wash and start thinking of this place as a new life.
Either way, feels like a bit of losing game, no matter what you do. Suppose that's part of war. But war doesn't usually last centuries. For humans like me, anyway.
[Then she realizes something she probably should have said way back from the start.]
Sorry. For the too much information. And the personal questions. And personal answers if-and-or-when they are given.
Thanks.
So...
[There's a lengthy pause as if she really doesn't want to be doing this post but feels compelled to for some reason. Or perhaps she just has no idea how to start.]
So this is Draubwurld's chance to play advice columnist. About-
[There's another painful silence. Or space for a long suffering sigh.]
Relationships.
[Another pause and then suddenly she bursts into speech, going to quickly that it's a little frightening that someone's mouth can move that fast.]
I'm mean I can't be the only one, can I? Had someone back home and then ended up here. Or back here, technically, for me. And now you've got to figure out what's to be done about it. Can't stand around the station hoping your mobile will finally, someday, send them a text message back. The one that you meant to reply to before you showed up here.
If we're trapped here for years and age slowly, it's not quite going to work to just pop back in when the war is over. "Hey, sorry, got kidnapped by fairies 65 years ago, sorry about that, yeah I'd love to go to the cinema like you said in your text". And all the while, they've wondering why you went missing all those years ago.
[And there it is, the sigh.]
Do you just... remain loyal even if it means they might have forgotten you when you return? Or moved on? Or do you call it a wash and start thinking of this place as a new life.
Either way, feels like a bit of losing game, no matter what you do. Suppose that's part of war. But war doesn't usually last centuries. For humans like me, anyway.
[Then she realizes something she probably should have said way back from the start.]
Sorry. For the too much information. And the personal questions. And personal answers if-and-or-when they are given.
Thanks.
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[...saying more would be undiplomatic, but...]
And I suppose if someone didn't have them to begin with, they could potentially gain them at some point.
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