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Fifth floor common room, Monday night

Nadia is watching Bitterwoman.

Rather, it should be said that Nadia is staring in the general direction of a television that had Bitterwoman on it.

She wasn't paying it a damned bit of attention. She was sitting crosslegged and very very still, and thinking.

After her dinner with Sydney, there was rather a lot to be thinking about.

Alas, her mind was pretty much just looping Sydney is my SISTER. SYDNEY is my sister. Sydney IS my sister. Sydney is MY sister over and over again.

No matter what emphasis she put on it, it just wasn't sinking in.

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"Oh! Bitterwoman!"

Nadia jumped slightly. "Hi, Pippi,"

"Hi Nadia." Pippi hopped over the back of the couch and plopped down. "What's shakin'?"

Nadia was still just a bit spaced. "Sydney Bristow is my sister."

"You found your family?" Pippi said perking up. "And there here? That's great!"

She tilted her head at Nadia.

"Right?"

"Yes? No," Nadia shook her head. "Yes for me and no for her? I don't know. I knew there was someone here who was family because Lorne told me, but we only figured it out tonight and . . . I think Sydney is pretty upset about it."

She pulled her knees up and rested her arms on them, then her chin on her arms. "We don't have the same father, and I don't think she knew her mother had an affair."

"Ooh." Pippi said, putting her hand on Nadia's shoulder. "I'm sorry Nadia. That's not your fault though, I'm sure she knows that. No matter how upset she is."

"I know, I just. . . ." Nadia shrugged. She wasn't upset, really, at least, she didn't think she was. It was just weird. "It'd be nice to meet my family and have it go well, just once."

Okay, that statement didn't make any sense to Pippi.

"Eh?"

Ohhh, right, she'd never told Pippi about Sloane. Joy.

"You remember, after the weekend the Nazis showed up, how I was kind of . . . weird . . . for awhile?"

Nadia had said she wasn't feeling well...

"What did they do to you?" Pippi said without hesitation, her voice dropping and eyes narrowing. Not angry at Nadia obviously, but probably planning a trip to Germany.

Yeah, Nadia recognized that look. She saw it every damned time she tried to explain this. "The Nazis didn't do anything, I didn't even know they were here."

She took a deep breath.

"My father came to town. He . . . wasn't a very good person."

"I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that you've had a rough month... Or two."

Nadia thought back. No, it really had only been about a month. "You could say that." She shrugged. "Walter helped. A lot." More than she could ever say, or repay. "That's why I asked him to prom as a boy. I couldn't stand to see him so broken up over Victor. I figured, that way, we could both be distracted and not emo."

"Yeah, I think that really helped." she nodded. "So does Sydney know where your Mom is? Third times gotta be the charm right?"

Right?

"She said she was dead. Has been for awhile." Nadia frowned. "But Sloane--my father--said she was alive. Or hinted at it, anyway."

Nadia smiled a little humorlessly. "And she's a KGB agent. Sydney knew about that, at least. I think. So third time might not work that well."

"Yeeesh. Well, at least you know. And you and Sydney get along eh?" Pippi bumped shoulders with her friend. "And ya got us..."

[[ooc: aaaaand slowplay.]]

That one got a real smile out of her. "Absolutely. You spend as long as I have without a 'real' family, and you realize how important friends are." She bumped Pippi's shoulder back.

Pippi could certainly identify with that for different reasons.

"Ain't it the truth?

"Yep." Nadia tilted her head and watched as Bitterwoman stalked across the screen. "She really does need to get some pants. Or a skirt, at least."

"... And a shawl." Pippi nods. "Or a jacket. Or something. She always looks cold."

"And a hat," Nadia said. "For all her sneaky spy needs. She really stands out a lot, for a crime fighter. It's pretty foolish."

"And sunglasses." Nodded Pippi. "...If she wanted to be more... Clandestine. She's a super hero, not a secret agent."

"But she's not even wearing a mask! Anyone could figure out who she is and attack her!"

"She changes her hair?" offered Pippi. "Ever notice she only wears it down when she transforms into Bitterwoman?"

Pippi thought about this... Maybe she should put her hair back up... Otherwise her enemies my discover her secret identity... Not that she had a secret identity... Or that any of her enemies were around to see her with her hair down.

"Does she wear glasses when she's not Bitterwoman? I've never paid that much attention. If she wears glasses, then I can see where people might not recognize her." Nadia glanced over at Pippi. "Or maybe not being recognized is one of her super powers."

How did she always end up discussing Bitterwoman with Pippi, anyway?

"Maybe."

It is interesting that they always ended up talking about Bitterwoman. Maybe because one of them was was Bitterwoman...

Or maybe because it was always on.

Nadia had quite enough destinies and secret pasts already, thank you very much. If either of them were Bitterwoman, it would totally be Pippi.

And it was always on.

Pippi tilted her head as a commercial showing little kids wearing Bitterwoman Underoos running around with towels tied around their necks.

"Awwww, cute!"

Nadia blinked. Then shivered slightly.

"Cute. Yeah."

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