fandomhighdorms | Found Folded in Half and Pinned to Beka's Door

(*snicker* OMG, you're fabulous. I bow before your Photoshopping skills. I have to go do spouse time, but when I come back, Beka will have some suitable response)

[ooc: [g] Glad I didn't piss you off. I wasn't sure if I didn't push it a little too far. And it's not photoshop... it's this Mickey Mouse program that came with my G5. :) I may be in bed when you get back. But I'll have the lap top near the bed so I can see the outrage in the morning. :)]

[[Nah. It's hard to piss mun off. Pissing Beka off is a bit easier. But she's on a personality reclamation campaign for both the weapons ban thing and her student council bid. She's actually more hurt than pissed, and mostly she's mad because nothing he said was untrue. *pats Beka* poor dear.]]

The next morning Beka appears at Shep's door, doctored flyer in hand. She knocks and waits.

*stumbles to the door in pajama pants and no shirt, feet bare. Hair looks even more multi-dimensional than usual. Mutters something about how the damn building better be on fire or he's going to show that a weapons ban won't stop him from hurting someone severely.*

*opens door, squints blearily at his vistor.*

What the hell do you want? Isn't it still dark outside?

[ooc: Obviously that's me... I somehow got logged out.]

*hands him his creative writing job*

Nice work, really. In the grand tradition of pre-election character defamation. Safe from libel or slander, since it's all more or less true. Safe from harassment because it's not your fault the radio station got a hold of a copy...is it? *her tone is blank*

Squints, half-awake, at the paper in her hand.

Wha'? Wha' is that? Ra'io station?

*hopes that his half-asleep, innocent act will spare him from actual bodily harm*

Tell me you didn't give a copy of this to the radio station. And be telling the truth. Now.

*has caught the intimation that she has perhaps trusted him too far and is royally pissed*

I didn't give a copy to anyone. I put exactly one copy of it on your door. Your little friend Cally knew about it... but everyone keeps telling me how sweet and innocent she is, so I can't imagine that she sent off a copy.

How late was it that you got home last night? Maybe someone snatched it, xeroxed it and returned the original?

"And be telling the truth now"? You've been hanging out with that pirate radio guy too much. Maybe he got it off of you!

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(OOC: huh? Where'd this come from/what's it relate to?)

I put this in the wrong place???

GUH?

Okay that was weird. It belonged in the other thread I'm running in right now. Weirdness. Sorry.

NP. Was just confused. Who else are you talking to? Maybe I should come be annoying. ;)

I'm out jogging with Cameron, Janet and PsychoBarbie. :)

Ah. I won't intrude on that thread unless I hear Callisto slaughtering people. ;) Better not let her catch wind of how upset Beka is with Shep. She might just decide to teach him a lesson. She and Illyana and Beka are pretty devoted to each other, generally. OTOH, if you want to stir mischief for the fun of it, go for it. Beka having to rescue Shep from Callisto would be damned funny.

*considers*

All right. I believe you. Because I don't think that you genuinely want to hurt me. I think, like me, you just like having someone you can dish it out to who isn't going to get all emo on you.

So, I'm not going to get all emo on you. I'm going to tell you that this last went too far. Nothing you put on that paper was untrue, but the way it looks to anyone who doesn't know me is like I'm a psycho-slut from hell, when I haven't physically harmed anyone in this school -- even people who might've deserved it, excepting Camulus and that was consensual -- am a very loyal friend -- even to Cameron and to you -- and have slept with exactly two people in this school -- Jack and Angelus.

I'm working very hard to help restore the level of trust and communication in this school. You want to pull my hair, steal my notes, paint stupid things on my door, I'll play, because that's fun. You start seriously trashing me or my reputation, and you won't like the results.

Well, fair enough. But that is why I put it up on your door, folded in half, and not... say... the bulletin board or Kawalsky's little advertising service. I'm not out to trash you. Torment you, yes. Trash you, no.

And I don't know about the thing with Camulus... and I'm not sure I want to. I never said you hurt anyone.

And I consider myself duely warned. I can steal your stuff, paint your door (*considers this permission*) and otherwise torment you. I can't ruin your chances at becoming ~~Homecoming Queen~~ Student Council Whatsit.

Got it.

Yes. We both know that private notes don't stay private around here. Don't we? *smirks coldly*

Watch out for the door. This isn't a threat, but a serious warning. Illyana's warded that puppy pretty good. I don't know what would happen if you tried to paint it.

*pauses*

I really don't want to find you crispy-fried. I don't think she's that psychotic, but she's a demon sorceress and I haven't had a chance to ask. Wait til I do at least. Seriously.

*then shakes her head*

It's not about me being on the Council. I don't really care as long as whoever is does something about what's upsetting the students. I want my weapons back -- you know that and you want yours -- escalating this thing between us to the level that we look like we're trying to hurt each other is just stupid, Shep.

That's all.

Um, okay, so I think I have this.

You're completely pissed at me, don't trust me, but you don't want your roommate to bbq me.

Does that about sum it up?

You let out the part about me trying to look after both of our best interests.

~~And the part about me being really hurt because I thought I could trust you, up to a point.~~

But yes, that about sums it up.

Hey, seriously, that was just supposed to go to you.

I'm sorry the radio guy got it. That was an... unforseen complication.

If you get into a tight spot, you can count on me. I won't even make any more posse jokes. Okay?

*nods*

I know. If I didn't believe that, I don't care how much reputation rebuilding I'm doing. *wryly* There's no one here to shout, "Focus, Bekamun."

...

You'd be paste.

*sounds very tired and very bruised* We pulled together for the zombie attack, I don't doubt we can do it again if need be. But you'll excuse me if you're assurances that I can count on you don't do much for me right now.

Sorry to have pissed you off. I never have known when to scale it back.

Maybe if you just give it some time, give us some space, we'll sort things out.

*shrugs, not sure what else he can say*

*she studies him*

You mean that. Don't you. *it's more of an observation than a question*

*sighs*

I didn't know to stop it either. Sorry too. I'm not a grudge-holder. Just likely to be sensitive for awhile.

(OOC: aww. Poor broken Beka.)

I do mean it. I like to play, and sometimes I let the chance to be funny overrule my common sense. I'm sorry you got caught in the crossfire.

A sensitive Beka... I'm not sure I can handle that. *gives her a kind smile*

You won't lose me. I take care of people I like. It's what I do, and a little spat - especially one that I caused - won't change that.

[ooc: OMG! I broke Beka! -g-]

Stop. Apologizing. You. Big. Dork. *flashes him a grin, not quite as bright as usual, but a game effort*

*more seriously* I know. I get that about you. It's probably why it hurt. *shrugs* It seemed like you'd decided you didn't care.

[OOC: it's not that hard to do. *laughs* Being genuinely nice is about the fastest way.]

Then. stop. standing. there. telling. me. how. I've. hurt. you. *punctuates each word with a poke in the shoulder from one finger*

How can I not appologize when you do that? I told you, I'm charming like that. *gives her a big grin, hopes she'll return it*

*sobers a little* I don't know how to stop caring. It can be a fault sometimes - I can't let go of people I really should.

[ooc: good to know. This conversation should really be messing with her then. :)]

*smiles, softer than usual*

The problem with you is...

We're too much alike.

[ooc: it is. badly. but in a good way. Shep and Shep-mun should get a good look at her private journal entry. But he can't comment on it, because it really is private. OOC he can of course. *g*]

You know... that does explain a lot.

[ooc: going to look]

*nods*

How about we work on thinking of each other as friends first, and someone to tease second? It doesn't mean we stop messing with each other, but it does mean that whenever we're about to do something, we stop first to ask whether it's something a friend would do.

Deal?

Deal.

Good.

*looks awkward*

So, what now? Do we shake hands or hug or poke each other or what?

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