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itscurtains2020-07-25 05:44 pm
madgiganticfeelings) wrote in itscurtains2020-07-25 05:44 pm
Love's no good but it sure beats the hurt
[That was... Christine can only call it the most horrible thing she's seen so far, with that familiar dread that says something worse may come. Four people have died. Four friends Christine had trusted in and relied upon. And four more people she cares about have turned into memories and painful reminders of her failure to do anything meaningful here.
And Christine wallows in that. God, does she wallow. But she also knows that those painful ghosts of the people she loved relied on her to keep getting back up when the world knocked her down. And she has to keep going, if only to honour there memories.
The note she slides under each person's door is very simple, the bright orange gel pen somehow seeming duller in the wake of mourning:]
Food is in the dining hall.
Please come have something, or I'll track you down in an hour and force feed you.
If there's anything at all you need, please come talk to me. We shouldn't have to suffer alone.
-Christine
[There's a few dishes Christine knows how to make: lo mein and beef stew, some simple sandwiches as well. There are almond cookies after the more filling foods are prepared.
Off to the side is a plate with a few dumplings and... what looks like mashed turnips? An odd combination, but they were Angus' favourite.
And Christine is true to her word. If you don't come in an hour, she'll find you. In fact, she makes rounds around the opera house pretty much every hour, checking each room, and... maybe singing softly to herself as she goes.]
O god,
I can't stay, I won't stay for things left unseen
I can't stay, I won't stay, this end has no means
I can't stay, I won't stay, you were just a dream
A sweet sweet dream
You were a dream
But not my dream...
[Speaking of dreams, someone should convince her to go to bed.]
And Christine wallows in that. God, does she wallow. But she also knows that those painful ghosts of the people she loved relied on her to keep getting back up when the world knocked her down. And she has to keep going, if only to honour there memories.
The note she slides under each person's door is very simple, the bright orange gel pen somehow seeming duller in the wake of mourning:]
Food is in the dining hall.
Please come have something, or I'll track you down in an hour and force feed you.
If there's anything at all you need, please come talk to me. We shouldn't have to suffer alone.
-Christine
[There's a few dishes Christine knows how to make: lo mein and beef stew, some simple sandwiches as well. There are almond cookies after the more filling foods are prepared.
Off to the side is a plate with a few dumplings and... what looks like mashed turnips? An odd combination, but they were Angus' favourite.
And Christine is true to her word. If you don't come in an hour, she'll find you. In fact, she makes rounds around the opera house pretty much every hour, checking each room, and... maybe singing softly to herself as she goes.]
O god,
I can't stay, I won't stay for things left unseen
I can't stay, I won't stay, this end has no means
I can't stay, I won't stay, you were just a dream
A sweet sweet dream
You were a dream
But not my dream...
[Speaking of dreams, someone should convince her to go to bed.]
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Christine looks down at the blade, quietly considering it, and what it could mean for Steven. She's not sure if she should ask. She starts with what he actually tells her.]
I haven't saved anyone either. If anyone deserves better, it's you, don't you think?
[A good detective would have trained their sidekick better than she did.]
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[>deserves better]
[Sounds fake but okay!]
No! This is- it's what I'm supposed to DO, I help people! You, you've been doing so much for everyone, trying to keep us together, trying to cheer everyone up, all I've managed to do is bake things and let people get killed.
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What are you talking about? All I've done is tried and failed! I'm supposed to-to do something amazing too! And I haven't! I've let everyone down, probably more than you ever could!
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[Excuse you he is the failure here, how dare.]
You knew all about the Phantom when we first got here, you found those weird secret passages behind the mirrors, you're the one that found the stuff that let Jeremy turn off his squid, you kept Nana safe when you guys were getting dragged down to the Phantom's lair by ghosts or whatever, and you give really amazing hugs!
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[She... she honestly doesn't know what to say to that. Steven is right. Naturally, he's right, even when there's this terrible feeling in her that she should be better, still has somehow failed.]
You don't get it. It's you that's pushed me to do all those things! You and everyone else! Everyone who keeps dying no matter what I try to do. I should be better than this. I should have helped you, so, so you didn't feel as powerless as I do.
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You- you're great the way you are.
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