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”Allô, mon amie! Je ne suis pas disponible pour le moment, mais laissez-moi un message et je vous rapellerai dès que possible! À bientôt!”

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[cache_coeur]

/I’m not, but I will be.

How are you?/

[sophielicious]

/Need anything?

Pissed, but I'll live./

[cache_coeur]

/If you want to get drinks later this week, I’d like that.

It must be difficult for you to be cut off from all your faculties./

[sophielicious]

/Girl, absolutely. Are we thinking talking drinks or forgetting drinks?

Fucking horrible, great reminder that my brain is wired all fucky. I have it back, obviously, but it's not at its best./

[cache_coeur]

/Talking. Forgetting-drinks are just more depressing.

Take it easy this week. I know that’s easier said than done, but from one woman-about-town to another, we do need that sometimes./

[sophielicious]

/I'm not so gifted at the talking, but you know? Just for you? Okay.

Is this a 'do as I say not as I do', dearest? Are you taking it easy?/

(She assumes she wants to talk, not that she wants Sophie to do so. Sciel at least lets her communicate as she finds easiest, so it shouldn't be that bad a dumpster fire.)

[cache_coeur]

/You get by just fine, Soph. But thank you.

And yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Aurora's request is easy, so I expect to do a little travel and meditation while I'm out there./

[sophielicious]

/Awww, you called me Soph.

Out there where. Sciel, honey, darling, my dearest? What are you doing?/

[cache_coeur]

[Habit, but not one she regrets leaning on. Nobody owns a name.]

/What do you mean, what am I doing?/

[sophielicious]

/Fog's over, did Aurora give you more shit to do?/

[cache_coeur]

/Did you not get the message about the survey mission? The cameras?/

[sophielicious]

/Oh. That.

Thought she was asking you individually, my bad, girlie. I'm gonna ask Scott to do it, I really am not in the mood.

Hey, can I ask you a thing? Why didn't you... Tell me, you know? About the gommage, the Expedition, all that?/

[cache_coeur]

/You should rest./

[A pause. Not guilty, really, just... surprised.]

/It's not something I set out to hide. It's just something that happens to us, and it makes people uncomfortable or sad to think about./

[sophielicious]

/... Yeah. I get that. People don't love it when I tell them stuff from my world, either, but... I don't think you were trying to hide anything? I just — ugh, I guess you're my friend? So I wanted to be there for you or whatever./

[cache_coeur]

/I appreciate that. You're definitely a friend to me, you know. There just wasn't a good time to bring it up, and I was having too much fun with you to spoil the mood./

[sophielicious]

/... That means a lot. I'm pretty sure your friend, Lune, is weirded out by telepathy, by the way. Can you tell her I don't bite without dinner and consent?

I'm planning to get you to have all the fun. Fuck the age thing. You're gonna live forever now, and you got me! I'm gonna make you sure have the greatest old woman youth./

[cache_coeur]

/I'll tell her. Lune is just very "in her head" sometimes, but she'll understand in time.

And thank you! I am very used to living like I only have so much time left, but not so much like I have decades. It's been an adjustment, to say the least./

[sophielicious]

/I don't super love it, but I'm used to it. Before the fog, I told Gustave he should come visit the mansion, so maybe you two come, and she can see for herself.

Anything you wanna do that I can aid with?/

[cache_coeur]

/I’m sure she would like that. Gustave too.

I don’t know just yet, but thank you. Ask me again when we get drinks. I’ll think about it./

[sophielicious]

/! Party!

Fine, just, mhm, according to one really tall French woman, I can't keep up with the French, so please don't let me fucking die, alright? Or do dumb shit, that'd be great either. You see my eyes glow, you flick me on the forehead. Counting on you.

I'm gonna let you go, I gotta do the food runs for the mansion and NYX, so I'll see ya at the weekend, yeah? Choose a place./

[cache_coeur]

/Don't fret! We won't let you down. We'll keep your nose clean and hold your hair back when you need it.

And yes. The MAX is usually quiet? But then again, most places here are./

[sophielicious]

/Ah, to great real friendships. Please keep that determination in place this weekend as well.

Perfect. I'll see you!/

(As promised, once the day and time rolls in, Sophie arrives at the MAX in clacking high heeled boots and immaculate outfit — dolling up always helps her get her head in place. Stability and routine in a turbulent sea.

She'll get herself a spot at the lounge bar, sending Sciel a mental note she's there already.)

[cache_coeur]

[It has been… an interesting week. Interesting enough that most of that is now a sort of conversational debt, something to get into another evening. For now, she’s just glad to have a night out.

And so Sciel is there, almost on time. She’s dressed up herself –– slacks and an open jacket, the shirt underneath made of such scanty lace that the tattoo on her chest is visible all the way down to her ribs. She greets Sophie with a hand on her back and a sidle in for a kiss on the cheek before she takes her own barstool.]

So good to see you.

[sophielicious]

(Interesting is a way to put it, way too positive in contrast to what Sophie thinks of this week — all extremely negative adjectives, to say the least. What is interesting is that Sciel told her point-blank that this is so they talk, but Sophie happens not to know to whose benefit.

Is this Sciel trying to check on her, or is does she need an ear? The former is... Less than ideal, although as promised, she'll put effort if she really wants to know. She assumes the point is the woman who looks absolutely stunning to the point Sophie gives her a nod of approval before kissing her back, a hug accompanying it before she smiles.)

Better to see you. Cripes, you look hot! Very nice choice, babe.

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[Sciel smiles down Sophie’s back as she’s pulled into that hug, and it’s still there when she pulls backs.]

Thank you. You look so lovely, too.

[Her team is used to seeing her in various avant-garde nonsense, but she’d still left the apartment with the jacket firmly closed –– no need to give off the wrong impression about her evening plans, and all. She slides onto her barstool.]

How has your week been? Head feeling more sorted out?