mysicksadlife | [003] - Voice: Excuse Me.

[003] - Voice: Excuse Me.

[She's been putting this off. Actually, she's managed to put it off for a very long time now. But as slow as she may be, she knows when there's something she needs to say.]

Look, this probably isn't how you're supposed to do this sort of thing, but I'd rather get it out there up front and over with. I'm sorry for any... strange things I may have said or done while I wasn't quite feeling like myself.

That goes for Valentine's Day, and more recently. Though I have to admit recently wasn't that bad. In fact, if it was always like that here, I could probably get used to it. Eventually. Enough to hold my complaining down to a dull roar, anyway.

So I was wondering, too, about these filial spirits. If magic is really something here, it probably behooves me to try to see it at work. Anyone willing to volunteer to let me? I'm not saying I'm going to try it out myself, or anything like that. I just want to see it.

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Rah. Luceti.

[Complete with a completely half-hearted gesture. Which is about the same result this would get if she did it for real.]

[Quinn is trying pretty hard not to laugh]

It needs work.

[She's not putting work into a cheer, Quinn. Actually, she's not putting anything into a cheer. Or much work into anything.]

I'll leave the cheering to you and your fashion pep squad.

Oh, all right. Hey, you think Stacy'll show up here someday? [Not Sandi. Please. Tiffany...maybe.]

If we're lucky, no. Unless we can leave her here while we go back home.

[Sorry, Quinn. She knows you're one of the few people who can stand the girl, but... she just can't.]

Dariaaa! That's just mean! [Come on, at least she's nicer than the other two!]

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[Nicer, yes, but without a word to say for herself, and she blindly buys into the whole 'must keep Sandi happy'.

On the other hand, definitely nicer. If one of them has to be here...]

If one of them has to show up, better her than the others, anyway.

[Hah!]

Besides, even they'd be better than Upchuck.

This place is Hell enough without Upchuck. [Though she'd like to see him put against the Malnosso. Maybe he can disgust them into letting him go.]

I knooow, he's so gross!

[That's one word for it. 'Uncouth', 'blind to the reactions he provokes' and 'likely to end up on a sex offender registry some day' are other words.]

Let's let sleeping Upchuck's lie and not talk about him.

You're right. Let's talk about Jodie instead! She's really smart, from what I hear, she could probably figure something out.

[She'll cut her losses and be glad Quinn isn't calling her a brain for once.]

Actually, I hate to admit it, but there are people here who probably outclass anyone we know. If they haven't found some answer yet, it's going to take awhile.

[sigh]

You're probably right.

Still doesn't mean a way out doesn't exist. It just means we need to get more creative.

How?

[Dammit, she's the older sister. She's supposed to be able to protect Quinn. She's not supposed to be just as helpless.

Daria doesn't quite put it to herself in those terms, but she feels decidedly put out by the vague feeling she's not doing all she should.]

Look. It doesn't mean I'll stop trying. I want to get home, too. Both of us.

I even miss Dad's ranting and raving. Can you believe it?

You won't say that anymore once you've been home for about five minutes.

[But there's another of those not-smile twitches. She misses them, too.]

I know, he's embarrassing and crazy and makes me worry. But still!

It's a normal part of growing up: Your parents worry over you til it's you worrying over them.

That's what I've heard. [She knows Mom worries a bit about Grandma Barksdale, but Dad and his parents...]

Relax. Dad's not going to stop freaking out over every little thing, but I'm pretty sure he'll be around for a good long time still. He's pretty tough when he has to be.

[Just... not when he can get away with making someone else handle it.]

Yeah. Like when he and Trent went out in that hurricane to find you and Jane, he really got tough about that!

I think the storm messed with his testosterone levels. We should have checked.

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