'Yeah, I guess,' Mel nods, deep in Thought TM. 'And then my friends showed up--well, two of them, and so did an enemy.' Pause. There can be no harm in warning her about Maia. 'Um, yeah, so if when I leave, I apparently come back again, only I'm being a bitch? It's not me.'
Mel can distantly remember Venetia Rosetti back on Earth, writing little poems about rain and violets. Venetia's thing was being too good for words. Mel's was getting into trouble. Nothing's really changed for her there.
'I guess I'm good at my job,' she eventually decides out loud. 'And beware of the hagiis. I really wish I were joking.'
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Date: 2007-09-02 10:50 am (UTC)Mel can distantly remember Venetia Rosetti back on Earth, writing little poems about rain and violets. Venetia's thing was being too good for words. Mel's was getting into trouble. Nothing's really changed for her there.
'I guess I'm good at my job,' she eventually decides out loud. 'And beware of the hagiis. I really wish I were joking.'