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Date: 2018-01-26 12:31 am (UTC)
continuousgroaning: (downcast)
From: [personal profile] continuousgroaning
Archie's dead.

[And speaking it aloud has somehow made it real, much more real than Lucretia saying it ever did, and Tina begins to shiver, though it's quite warm in the room.]

Date: 2018-01-26 12:41 am (UTC)
continuousgroaning: (the lord is testing me)
From: [personal profile] continuousgroaning
[Tina almost wants to laugh. Almost. Because it's grounding that her mom is here, and very much herself.]

No. My friend Archie. From here. You've met him.

Date: 2018-01-26 12:59 am (UTC)
continuousgroaning: (my life is over)
From: [personal profile] continuousgroaning
[Again, it's all Tina can do to not burst into hysterical laughter at that. Maybe she should, she thinks.]

No, I mean... dead. Like, we'd find him on Mort's table dead.

[And that's when the groaning begins.]

Date: 2018-01-26 01:38 am (UTC)
continuousgroaning: (worried)
From: [personal profile] continuousgroaning
Oh, I didn't mean... that place creeps me out, it's just... me trying to help... uhhhhh...

[She takes a deep breath.]

Lucretia said so.

Date: 2018-02-01 11:35 pm (UTC)
continuousgroaning: (damn you all to hell)
From: [personal profile] continuousgroaning
[Tina just closes her eyes a moment, listening to the sounds of her mom breathing, the thinking noises, the little rustles as she moves around, things that are so tiny but are normal and familiar, and the shivering stops. In fact, now Tina's feeling a hot rush of anger.]

It's not fair. It's awful and it's wrong and it's not fair!

Date: 2018-02-04 04:48 pm (UTC)
continuousgroaning: (my crotch is itchy)
From: [personal profile] continuousgroaning
[That actually startles a laugh out of Tina as she remembers that, and something else-]

Oh, God. Or that time she and Gene made that stop motion movie with Meat Man. I mean, I wasn't there for it, but I can't imagine what that smelled like.
Edited Date: 2018-02-04 04:48 pm (UTC)

Date: 2018-02-06 11:39 pm (UTC)
continuousgroaning: (my life is over)
From: [personal profile] continuousgroaning
[Tina's response is to take her glasses off, set them on the nightstand, and just... kinda cling to her mom.]

Maybe for the rest of my life. ... OK, not that long. But a few days sounds good.

Date: 2018-02-11 10:21 pm (UTC)
continuousgroaning: (my life is over)
From: [personal profile] continuousgroaning
I'm so glad you're here.

[Tina closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, already feeling herself starting to drift off. The shock has drained a lot of her energy.]

I just want to go to sleep...

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