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likemypicture ([personal profile] likemypicture) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains2020-08-01 07:21 pm
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and after the party it's the AFTER PARTY

[Tradition is Tradition.

Anne figures it's best to keep everyone busy in the aftermath of the trial, so she wrangles together a team of Mephisto, Santana, and Stephen to help her set up. Mephisto writes the notes and slides them under the door for Nana, Steven, and Christine, letting them know there's food and people in the dining room. The handwriting's not too great. Christine's note contains a 'P.S. If you don't feel up to it, I'll bring some food by later.' from Anne and a little doodle of Tad Cooper.


Thankfully, Anne has help setting up, so the weirdest of her food experiments don't make their way out of the kitchen. However, her platter of sandwiches does contain some interesting surprises--- you may find cheese and jelly, or peanut butter and chicken. There are normal things there too, though! And Biscuits, courtesy of Mephisto.

Their resident therapy dragon is on duty, too. Anne's made him a tiny crown for the event, and a regal little cape. He sits on a pillow in the middle of the dining room table, reigning proudly. ]
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[personal profile] madgiganticfeelings 2020-08-02 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana surely doesn't have those things, but what she does have is a willingness to... try not to be mean, and really, that's more than what a lot of her friends here have tried to do.

She sits up, smiles a bit when she sees the tea.]


You... didn't have to do that, Santana.
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[personal profile] garbageface 2020-08-02 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Nah, I didn't, but this stuff was gathering dust anyway. Besides, you shouldn't thank me yet. You haven't even seen your latest piece of decor.

[ Santana passes Christine the tea, and unfurls the Zac Efron poster. ]

You know. Getcha head in the game.
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[personal profile] madgiganticfeelings 2020-08-02 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[There's the softest giggle when Santana unfurls the poster. If she was in a better mood, she'd be all for a rendition of classic HSM hits, but still, at least she's smiling a bit.]

Are you trying to win over preteen me? I used to cut all his photos out of Tiger Beat magazines when I was like, ten.
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[personal profile] garbageface 2020-08-02 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Santana sets Zac on Christine’s bed (is that weird? oh well) and then plops down on the floor. ]

Can’t relate, but yeah, I guess I am. Nostalgia’s like, a coping mechanism or whatever.

[ a beat. here comes the hard part. ]

This afternoon sucked, but, just so you know — you’ve still got people here who give a shit about you.

[ who are here for you. ]
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[personal profile] madgiganticfeelings 2020-08-02 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[That admission, more than anything, gets Christine to smile a little less hollow. When they had gotten off with such awkward first impressions, she hadn't expected Santana to want to talk to her... much less look out for her like this. It makes her chest feel tight, and tears spring to her eyes again.]

Santana... thank you. I, um, I give a shit about you too.

[Swearing still sounds weird out of her mouth.]

And thank you for looking out for me during the trial... you're really nice to me.
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[personal profile] garbageface 2020-08-02 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh, no, this is exactly what Santana was afraid would happen — she says something nice, and then Christine says something nice and gets all weird and weepy and honest. She can’t tell Christine to shut up though, since that would defeat the purpose of coming to her room at all. ]

I’m not that nice. So, uh, don’t worry about it.

[ it is kind of nice to hear that Christine cares about her too, though. Santana smiles, just a little. ]

Anyway. At least you weren’t cutting out pictures of, like, Jessie McCartney. [ that’s worse! ]
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[personal profile] madgiganticfeelings 2020-08-03 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Christine wipes her tears, smiling a bit wider. She can tell poor Santana isn't used to people being this genuine with her... not that Christine is good at being anything but genuine, but she'll try her best not to ramble too much, at least.]

You were still nice enough to tell the SQUIP off. I... I couldn't say a thing.

[She had been so weak and powerless... had been with everything to do with Jeremy. It's like the rest of the world didn't want her to try as much as he didn't.

It makes her a little mad. Everything about this whole stupid situation makes her mad, and she's unable to manage any amusement from Santana's other comment.]


...I hate this. Everything about it. It's like I'm playing a role. And not in a fun, make believe way. In the way where every flaw I've ever thought I had keeps coming up.
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[personal profile] garbageface 2020-08-03 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Santana shrugs. ]

Look, if the brain computer that ruined my life started rubbing its evil plan all up in my face, I'd be a mess, too.

[ And it's not like talking back to the SQUIP really did anything, in the end.

Santana is quiet, for a moment, trying to parse Christine's comment about playing a role, trying to figure out what she should say. This sort of thing continues to not be Santana's strength, but Santana also doesn't back down from a challenge. And she'd hate feeling used like that, too. ]


It sucks. But the fact that you know you're playing a role means something. It means you can stop playing that role, if you want to. And you're not, like, that flawed. Not any more than anyone else is. Most people are shittier than you, honestly.
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[personal profile] madgiganticfeelings 2020-08-03 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well... especially when it turns out everything you thought you'd done here was all just part of its stupid plan. That... really hurt.

[Her hands curl up in her blanket, but she looks up at Santana with a little more than just sorrow, for now.]

I think I do need to stop. Stop being The Love Interest. I thought it was sweet at first but...

[She exhales slowly.]

Jeremy put me on a pedestal without getting to know who I really was. And then he kept dictating where my life was going to go. He gave me the SQUIP. And then here, he had all the say on whether we were together, or just friends... he pushed me away without letting me argue why he shouldn't.

[Her eyes are starting to well up again, and she wishes she wasn't getting so emotional, especially when she knows feelings as telegraphed as these are going to make Santana determined to leave, but the more she talks, the more she realizes how shitty he was to her.]

And now he's, now he's dead and nothing I ever did for him mattered, and he wouldn't even let me say goodbye to him, so I'm stuck here, without closure on that chapter of my life, completely controlled by the SQUIP's stupid, awful plan as much as he was! I... It's a sick joke! To say I'm just the love interest, that I'm just here on his stupid terms!

[This is probably the most angry anyone, much less Santana, has ever seen Christine, and she's quivering now, realizing just how far her being used had gone.]
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[personal profile] garbageface 2020-08-04 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ While Christine speaks, Santana, for once, listens. She’s looking up at Christine, jaw set, angry not at Christine but at the SQUIP, at the Phantom, at Jeremy — all the people who made Christine feel this way.

(She knows that she might be in that group, that she wasn’t exactly nice to Christine when they first met. But Christine has been kind to her, and maybe there’s still a chance for Santana to return some of that, in her own way.)

When Christine is finished, Santana pauses for a moment, then joins Christine up on the bed, sitting next to the other girl. ]


It is a sick joke. So let it out. Get angry. What do you want? You’re allowed to ask for it, and you’re allowed to get it.
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[personal profile] madgiganticfeelings 2020-08-04 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[God, it feels nice to have someone on her side. Sure, the others had been here to comfort her, but no one had been righteously angry for her sake, and most had tried to get her to hold back her anger instead of letting it out.

But with Santana, she doesn't feel guilty, or embarrassed.]


Yeah. Yeah! I should be allowed to be angry! I want to be angry! I want people to listen when I have something on my mind! I want to be stronger, I want to make people see I'm here!

Well here's to the hearts that we're gonna break
Here's to the lives that we're gonna change
Here's to the infinite possible ways we'll show you
I just want to have it
Here's to the good times we're gonna have
I don't need pity, I have too much class
Here's to me finally saying how I feel about you...


[She had been singing so eagerly for a moment, finally so sure of herself, taking pride in the fact that she and Santana could have what they wanted for once, but she finds herself losing her stride.]

I just want him to really hear what I have to say. Not what he wants me to say.
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[personal profile] garbageface 2020-08-06 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I don’t see why you can’t do all that.

[ anyone can be a bad bitch if they work hard enough! just as long as santana gets to remain the baddest bitch around. ]

He’s probably a ghost, so you could always write a letter and, like, read it aloud. But you should also probably say what’s on your mind to all of us living people, too. That way you won’t feel like you’ve got unfinished business in case one of us dies.

[ it’s probably best to be practical, here. ]
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[personal profile] madgiganticfeelings 2020-08-08 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
I was already working on writing a letter to him, actually... and not just because I kind of try to do that for everyone we've lost.

[She gives a sideways smile and shakes her head.]

Are you saying you don't know what's on my mind at pretty much every moment? I know I can really ramble. A lot. About the most random things.