02 | text / action

[intelligently]

text.

Considering we're actually in a nice place we should make the most of it. I'm shopping. Since I don't have my best friend it'd be nice to have someone else to shop with.

[ She means it nicer than it sounds, it's just a Lydia thing. Shopping is definitely more fun with others ]

Anyone can come. I'll text you the shop.

[ And she actually means anyone. She won't deprive someone of shopping, she'll just deal with the 'no killing' if she has to ]

action.

[ And now that she's sent the invitation out Lydia gets back to the task at hand: black boots or brown boots?

She'd been looking at the clothes a few moments before, and judging by the handful of coat hangers she's carrying it has been going well. Obviously. But now she just needs shoes to go with it ]

Comments

[tentacruelest]

Nothing within your power to give.

No.

[intelligently]

So what do you want?

[tentacruelest]

My freedom; my heart; my ship. All of which are more or less the same thing.

[intelligently]

Why not come off the barge? It isn't exactly entire freedom, but it's freedom until we have to go back. It's not much, it could be worse, but it's an out.

[tentacruelest]

I cannot step off the barge, wench. I am cursed.

[intelligently]

Have you tried? It might not work here. [ You never know until you try? Even if it, sadly, may still be in effect which is worse than not knowing, really ]

[tentacruelest]

I do not need to try to know it won't work.

[intelligently]

So you're just going to lack faith and depress yourself when you could change something? Or have a chance? [ Because yay chances, this is what this place is about ]

[tentacruelest]

Stow your abysmal attempts at encouragement and tell your lies to someone who has not lived to see every disappointment a life can bring.

[intelligently]

What? You don't want freedom? Or to go off the barge?

[tentacruelest]

Freedom is a lie and a farce, and there is nothing waiting for me off this barge.

[intelligently]

And you know that for definite? You've done everything you can?

[tentacruelest]

Why are you so bloody insistent?

[intelligently]

Why have you given up?

[tentacruelest]

Trying got me nowhere.

[intelligently]

Then try a fresh start. You don't know anyone here, no one knows you. Do you have anything else to lose by trying it?

[tentacruelest]

Everyone who sails knows me. And I will not trade my reputation in for any false start you have to offer. Not while I'm dead.

[intelligently]

I don't know you. I'm pretty sure I could find a lot of other people here who don't either.

And I never said anything about your reputation.

[tentacruelest]

You are no naval officer nor pirate.

[intelligently]

But people who don't sail could have heard of you. I thought you had a reputation.

[tentacruelest]

Sailors are notoriously superstitious and I live within the guise of superstition.

[intelligently]

And how's that currently working out for you?

[tentacruelest]

I am dead, girl. How do you think it's worked out?

[intelligently]

Then shouldn't that tell you something? That what you did before didn't work, so you should change something?

[tentacruelest]

I will change nothing because there is nothing I have to gain. You are a foolish child who hasn't the sense she was born with.