Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [09/24].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

To say Tisarwat had been a little nervous to go into work today was an understatement; she'd almost considered just not going at all, but, after her first true initiative into Fandom Weirdness, she just wanted things to feel like they were normal again.

Well. Normal-ish. There was still the whole fact that she was stuck here on this backwater, uncivilized planet while the universe as she knew it back home was utterly changing because of things she helped do, so she was missing all of it, and this was after the most power entity in the universe kidnapped her, highjacked her brain, sent her--

--you know what, scratch that. There was no normal, normal didn't exist, she might as well just accept that and hopefully be able to shrug off the fact that she'd spent the whole weekend trying to kill Breq and doing an absolutely terrible job of it. Was it really even that stranger than everything else that had happened in her life in the last few months? Not really. So she might as well just move on and go try to figure out some new music to listen to.

She tried to find something light and maybe even a little fun to boost up her mood, but no matter what she seemed to put in, the stereo seems insistent on playing something dark and foreboding instead.

So that was helping....

Groovy Tunes is open!

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[justice_undone]

Leg and ribs no longer broken, Breq had to trouble to walk up the stairs from the basement. Knowing this was Tisarwat's first weekend of Fandom strangeness, she wanted to make sure she was doing ok. Especially since they had tried to kill each other.

"Good morning," she greeted. "Want me to make some tea?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat straightened up from where she was slouching on the counter. "Good morning, Fl-- Bre-- sir," she stammered, barely managing to mask the flinch that immediately followed afterwards. "Um...thank you. But...no. Thank you. I brought my own."

And her flask was nearly empty by now, and she would like more tea, but it felt even more wrong to have someone you'd just spent a weekend trying to kill make your tea for you than it did having someone who wasn't your captain but still felt like she was your captain make it for you. If anyone should be making tea, it should be her, but Tisarwat also knew that Breq didn't always take tea even as a captain, so she figured it would be best to avoid a whole different kind of awkwardness on top of everything else by not even offering.

[justice_undone]

Breq had expected Tisarwat to feel uncomfortable, and she tried smiling. "Don't worry about the weekend," she said. "Those kinds of things happen here. Just remember it wasn't you."

She assumed. Breq herself hadn't been too different this time, although she did usually have some sense of self preservation.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

The smiling was not helping.

"But--" Tisarwat started, because it was her...and her, as if the implant had never been removed, as if things had turned out differently, but it was still just as much her as she was now, which was to say, maybe it wasn't really her, because who was she anyway, she didn't know, it might as well have been her, but at the same time, it was no more her than the other Tisarwat from before all of this was her anymore, but then that Tisarwat was there, too, swooning over---

She shook her head, which was starting to hurt again, that dull throbbing ache from the spot where hte implant had once bee, and it took everything she had not to show it.

"Vette tried to warn me about stuff like this," she said, finally. And she'd been so sure it wouldn't be half as bad as what she'd already been through. And it wasn't. But it hadn't been a stroll through the park, either. "I didn't...know it would be like that."

At least, somehow, that version of her managed to not get sick over the whole thing.

[justice_undone]

"I'm not going to say you get used to it," Breq said, unaware of Tisarwat's thoughts. "But I think it gets easier to keep the realities and who you truly are separate."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat almost laughed at that. Almost. She managed to keep it in, though, just shaking her head a little instead.

Great. If that's what it took, she was doomed.

"I hope trying to shook you doesn't become a theme," she noted. Because that would mean more of her, and, also, generally, she preferred not killing Breq. "And at least I wasn't very good at it."

Which also bothered her a little bit, because, even though she was glad she didn't succeed, it never felt good to fail, either.

[justice_undone]

"I'm pretty hard to kill," Breq said. At least she had been injured enough not to make what she was obvious.