[BTR] Locked to Phoebe

[eelseason]

{{OOC: Backdated to *just* after the Halloween party, when he's had a chance to take off those giant white paws.}}

So I think I may have inadvertently driven a teenage girl into a schizophrenic break from reality.

In my defense, things usually don't go bad that quickly.

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[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

[OOC: This is written fifteen minutes after Phoebe saw the journal entry. She had to scream into a pillow first. See how calm she is? She's the motherfucking queen of zen. Strikethroughs=unreadable.]

WHAT DID YOU INADVERTENTLY DO TO CAUSE THIS BREAK FROM REALITY?!

What did you inadvertently do to cause this break from reality?

[eelseason]

...now that I think of it, deconstructing her entire socialization and world view regarding intimacy from inside a Hello Kitty suit might have done it.




I just –

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

...That can lead to a schizophrenic break from reality? Cause I've done that to a lot of people. Well, not in a Hello Kitty suit and maybe there was a cat phobia.

Okay, about this girl. Someone's taking care of her?

...Someone that preferably isn't Owen.

[eelseason]

Dmitri escorted her off. As far as I know she just dropped her off in her room and told her to get some sleep; she was back in the party interrogating me not long after.

I – assuming this isn't far too awkward to ask, would you be able to check in on her? Her name's Iris Fortner.

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

...IRIS?

Uh. Not too awkward, I guess. She was sorta in love with me and I had to tell her I wasn't...into her like that but then she got a girlfriend so I assume that's in the past.

[eelseason]

...it's like being home.

If you'd prefer not to, I could ask Mercury. Or something. I'm just not entirely sure Dmitri wouldn't feed me my own liver if I went and accosted her again.

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

No, that's okay. We decided to try the friends thing and I was kind of worried about her, anyway. There's...something about her that really worries me. Now more so.

I can have a talk with Dmitri too, if you want. She likes me. I think.

[eelseason]

Go ahead. I'll just be in my office, behind lead shielding, if you and Dmitri need to find me.

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

Relax, I got this under control.

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

You get a free pass this time, El Capitan.

We copacetic?

[eelseason]

Peradventure.

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

You and your funny words. I'm kind of sad I didn't get to take pictures of you in that costume.

Oh, well. There's always next year.

[eelseason]

Says the copacetic one.

You could probably take pictures of anyone else in that costume and claim it was me. It's not like it would be easy to tell the difference.

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

Feel special. I googled that word just for you.

I'll know in my heart of hearts it isn't you.

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

This is probably a bad time to mention I kind of want to sleep with Ianto sometimes. Only sometimes.

[eelseason]

You'd probably be good for him.

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

Nooooot while he's in love with you. But then, who isn't, right?

[eelseason]

They aren't zero-sum games, you know.

Also, there's an idiom here about pots and kettles and observations on the colors of each...

[thehighestwing.livejournal.com]

More like Torchwoodian musical chairs, maybe.

At least we're pretty black pots and black kettles?

[eelseason]

Now there's a game we haven't adapted.

Extremely.